Victoria & Alex

Thanks to my beta readers, Mfan2112, and others… and of course you the readers for your supportive comments and PM’s that spur me on to write more.

This is a lot raunchier episode than others…

But hey, they’re young and still discovering each other after four years apart.

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Vicky walked blissfully along with Alex in the chilly morning sunshine. It was refreshing for her to be with this loving man, as he constantly held her hand and opened doors. She enjoyed the glances of jealousy and admiration from other single women as they passed. Last night had been wonderful and her body had that satisfying post-sex glow inside.

Vicky’s phone buzzed all morning with well-wishing texts from friends who they’d met in the wine bar last night. Sarah was less candid, asking if she was still sore from the inevitable sex after their late evening romantic meal… Life felt great with her new love and support from the group of close friends she had built up around her.

Then the inevitable text from her mother arrived, causing her stomach to knot in anticipation. She pulled Alex to the side of the pavement to read the long questionnaire. Her mother covering everything except asking if they’d had anal sex. Even asking for a few selfies, something Vicky didn’t feel was necessary with Alex, wanting to keep him to herself. She quickly text her mother back.

< Busy. Will phone later. V. Xx >

< Still in bed? > Her mother replied.

< Really? No, we’re shopping. > Vicky inserted an angry face emoji and sent the message.

Her mum had been supportive and loving, but sometimes now it felt as if she were trying to live her life through Vicky. Alex hugged her, not asking, and they rejoined the flow of the other shoppers.

Alex would have preferred to go to the largest store of his favourite supermarket with a clothes outlet, get what they needed and get out. Thus avoiding a five-mile browsing hike around shops to return to the first one and buy what you saw two hours ago. But today wasn’t about him, this was essential for the relationship to have more permanent feel for Vicky.

Deep down, he was enjoying it and felt a slightly different after-sex glow. He also saw the sideways glances of jealous single men with Vicky on his arm. She was lovely, glowing in the winter sun, with her long hair and elegant walk.

Finally, after visiting several boutique shops, the couple laden with bags wove their way across streets and crowds into Regent’s Park. Vicky guided Alex to the lakeside cafe, and they chose window seats inside. Alex queued for coffees and cakes, returning to find Vicky deep in conversation with her mum on her phone.

“Yes, it was a lovely meal and Alex was the perfect gent… Yes, he stayed at my place… Mum! I’m not answering that… My boss invited us for a meal… Yes, Jennifer… Mum, I’m ringing off now.”

Vicky replaced her phone in her handbag and grimaced.

“Why does she want all the details? If I were her CIS daughter, she wouldn’t ask those things. She doesn’t ask Rich if he wears protection with all the girls he’s been with, nor if they’d been gentle?”

Whilst shocked by that revelation, Alex having deposited the tray on the table, stooped alongside her chair, hugged and kissed her.

“Oh Alex, she can be so smothering at times and yet the perfect supportive mum at others.”

Vicky sniffed a slight sob, although Alex didn’t know how to respond as he sat down. His mum never delved deeply into his life, but then maybe it’s different for sons he tried to understand. Then Vicky’s face changed brightening up as she wiped her eyes.

“I’m sorry she can get to me. I want this weekend to be about us, not her, especially after enjoying last night so much.”

“Well, I’m having a great time Vicky, I’m with you, what more would I want?”

Vicky smiled and chuckled at him, to then sip her coffee with her eyes peering over her cup at him.

“She’s pressing for me to come home for a weekend, so she can meet you and we can play happy families. Initially when I came out she was wonderfully supportive, I couldn’t have asked for more. But she is becoming more and more intrusive and smothering, asking the most inappropriate questions for a mother to ask.”

She pulled a face, to sip her coffee then continued. “I’d also love Rich to return to his old supportive self, but since dropping out of university and returning home he’s been terrible. We used to be so close, but now he’s so distant almost to the point of avoiding me.”

Vicky looked all at a loss, with sadness in her eyes at the loss of a supportive mother and brother..

“What is it with cafe’s Vicky? Whenever we’re separated by a table, I end up wanting to give you a great big protective bear hug and smother you in kisses.”

She laughed, smiling back at Alex, pleased at his continued support.

“It’s all part of my plan, Alex… play it cool, then ravage you when you least expect it!”

They both giggled and maintained eye contact as they sipped the last dregs of their coffees. Replacing their cups to their saucers, Alex repeated his lifelong habit of spooning the last of the foam from his cup to his mouth, breaking the spell and causing Vicky to giggle and shake her head in mock shame.

They both looked out across the lake, the day had darkened and raindrops started plopping onto the lake causing repeated ripples to break the previous mirror-like surface. Despite being early afternoon the lamps around the lake paths flickered into life. The initial flow of raindrops turned to a deluge, machine-gunning the lake, causing the previous strolling couples and families to run for cover.

“Oh, that’s a shame I enjoy walking around the park. I was thinking of walking to Hyde Park later and back home along the canal where there are some friendly bars, but not in the rain,” said Vicky.

Alex glumly glanced up at the sky, seeing it full of grey clouds full of rain. “Aw, it looks as if it has settled in for the day.”

Vicky’s mind drifted to more pleasant things, and she remembered Alex’s comments earlier that day. She’d enjoyed playing it through her mind a few times as they shopped, but as it was too exciting to consider for too long she’d tried not to focus on it. But now her daydream returned to excite her again, for her to have Alex beneath her screaming for her cock.

She had never initiated a virgin and for the sake of their continued relationship she needed it to be special for him, so he would want to repeat it. Alex had suggested they could shag like rabbits this weekend, and what better activity could there be on a wet Saturday afternoon?

“Alex, we can buy the last few things on our way back home. Do you fancy cutting our afternoon short, go home and behave like bunnies?” Vicky asked, as she raised her eyebrows and licked her lips.

Alex loved the way she did that with her tongue, making her invitation even more tempting. His morning’s offer to Vicky had him now apprehensive, after a lifetime of considering anal sex as a taboo act. It may have been psychosomatic, but his sphincter puckered and he imagined pain in his bowels. Vicky saw the tension in his eyes.

“Oh, what is it?” She asked, although she’d guessed.

Maybe for Vicky, it was too good to be true. To be an equal sex partner was maybe too much to hope for at the moment. Without realising, Vicky’s frown reflected her thoughts.

Alex picked it up and his thoughts raced, he’d seen the joy and ecstasy on her face during sex and he had promised her. He weighed up his taboo’s installed resistance with his experience of the last twenty hours.

“Oh, nothing, it’s just… Well, you know? Not sure what to expect… Have you done this before?” Alex flustered.

“Haha, yeah, just a few hours ago silly… No, I know what you mean. It’s different for you being your first time.”

“Yeah, so be nice to the virgin,” Alex said, laughing, but still looking unsure.

“I’m sorry. No, I haven’t given it to a virgin before. I’ll be gentle and tell my mum all about it afterwards and send her some selfies,” Vicky said but waited until Alex’s face turned white with shock before she laughed, signally she had caught him out and it was a wind-up.

“Not funny…” Alex smirked back.

Before she knew it, Vicky said more to herself. “Sarah would know.” Knowing her friend was far more experienced.

“Oh Jeez, so it’s phone a friend now?” Alex laughed. “I didn’t realise that she’s also trans?”

“Oh she will be pleased to hear that. Yes, she was my first real friend here in London.”

Vicky texted Sarah, knowing how to use the information to titillate and tease her.

“Awe, don’t tell her I said that… So have the two of you ever… Got together?”

“We are close friends and have shared benefits whenever times were tough for either one of us in the past. But we’ve agreed to remain friends, as she lives too much ‘in the moment’ whereas I’ve always wanted a long-term relationship. We’ve been friends for longer than she’s had any of her partners as a result, so I think we’re closer remaining as friends.”

Vicky returned to the conversation in hand. “Don’t worry if you’ve had second thoughts, it’s okay lovely.”

“No, I’m okay… I think it is more my… Heterosexual upbringing holding me back, but it’s also exciting, let’s just go back and see what the afternoon brings. If all else fails we can phone Sarah.”

Vicky’s phone buzzed, announcing a text. Glancing at the screen, Vicky laughed. “She must have overheard us as she’s just offered… She’s taken you not realising that she’s trans last night as a huge compliment. Like everyone else who met you, she also likes you and that means a lot to me. Thanks for making the effort last night.”

“It was fun, although I could have done without Pete winding me up.”

They had finished their coffees and started gathering their shopping and putting on their coats, preparing to brave the rain outside.

It seemed ages before they finally burst back into Vicky’s apartment, arms full of shopping bags and the pair of them looking like drowned rats. Alex hung coats up and hung shopping up. Vicky hung his new shirt up in the bedroom with his new blue bathrobe while Alex hung Vicky’s wet coat and his soaked fleece up in the hallway.

Alex dug out his new toothbrush from the shopping bags to then fight the thick plastic packaging to release it. He swapped it with his existing toothbrush to give it pride of place next to Vicky’s in her cup on the bathroom shelf. He tossed his ‘old’ toothbrush back into his toiletry bag to return home with him on Sunday. He also dug out the supermarket slippers Vicky had insisted he brought, snapping the tags off and throwing them in the kitchen waste bin.

Wearing his new comfy slippers he made them both mugs of tea, realising how he now felt an intrinsic part of Vicky’s life and not just a visitor. He’d met her friends, nested in nicely to her apartment, and they had both gotten passed ‘third base’ or whatever number those US teen movies labelled having sex with.

Vicky reappeared with her hair now dried, in a baggy T-shirt and leggings to sit on the sofa with her legs lapped over Alex’s, both with their mugs of tea in hand. The pair sat together, watching the rain lashed onto the lounge window and balcony outside.

“Do you fancy a sandwich?” Alex asked, “I’m peckish after all that shopping.”

“That depends on how you want to spend the afternoon?” Vicky said in her low huskier voice, with a hint of suggestion.

“Aha! But I’ll need some energy if you’re going to ravage me again.” Alex laughed, stroking his hand down her leg.

“Hmm, that depends if you want to give or receive,” Vicky asked, in her husky, sexy voice. “It may help not… to have anything passing through…”

Alex’s eyes grew as her meaning dawned on him. “Ahh, that makes sense.”

He still had that deep, hetero-breaking excitement tucked away inside him from earlier. His rear twinged in anticipation of an unknown sensation that could cement their relationship further.

Vicky’s eyes bored into his as she sipped her tea. He squeezed her thigh and ran his hand back up her leg. She took it as an acknowledgment that he was still acceptable to his earlier proposition.

Without warning, Vicky’s phone broke the silent anticipation hanging in the air. Her phone’s screen displaying her mother’s face and Vicky’s face dropped correspondingly, looking to Alex for unspoken solutions.

“Hi mum,” Vicky answered, returning to her higher feminine voice.

“No, we’ve ducked into a cafe for a snack as it is raining cats and dogs outside.” She lied, grimacing at Alex apologetically.

“I don’t know we’ve not planned beyond next weekend in Birmingham… No Rich hasn’t called… I don’t know… Oh, you’ve had a coffee with Alex’s mum.”

Vicky looked at Alex, eyebrows raised as they both realised that the mothers were planning something.

“Hmm, the weekend after next?” Vicky’s eyes bored questioningly at Alex, shaking her head to indicate a negative answer but couldn’t bring herself to say ‘no’. “I’ll ask Alex and ring you back… Yes, in a few minutes.”

Alex searched his pocket for his phone, and there was a text waiting from his mum.

< Hi Al. Hope you and Vicky are okay? Weather here ok, but rain later. Your dad needs help with the cars as both ours and yours need MOT. Is it next week you’re going to Birmingham with Vicky? Dad says weekend after next will be okay. >

As Vicky rang off, Alex passed her his phone, so she could read the text.

“I think our mothers have outmanoeuvred us. Dad’s right. All three of our cars are coming up for their annual MOT, with mine and mum’s cars also needing services. I can’t let him do all three cars on his own, especially as one’s mine.”

“We’re cornered, they’ve won.” Vicky gasped, resigning to their fate. “I don’t want to return to Bristol to play happy families. Especially with Rich behaving the way he is and Mum getting overbearing. She near as damn asked me earlier if you’d satisfied me last night.”

Vicky leant onto Alex’s chest and he wrapped her in his arms, hugging her and kissing the top of her head.

“I suppose you could miss that weekend. I can help dad Friday and Saturday, to catch a train to come here for Saturday night, hoping that nothing goes wrong and we need to finish one car off on Sunday.” Alex tried clutching at straws for a solution.

“Or you come and stay at my parents. Tanya’s old bedroom is just a dumping ground now and we could clear it out as a spare bedroom, although we may have to stay in separate rooms.”

Vicky sat up in resignation, knowing any avoidance would create problems for her in the long term.

“No. Mum would break the door down and drag me back home. We’ll have to sleep separately in our respective parents’ homes. I’d rather meet your mum on neutral ground rather than at the breakfast table, wondering if she heard me screaming through the walls.”

Vicky ignored Alex’s laughter and continued. “However, I think my mum would press a glass and her ear to the wall to check that you’re satisfying me! But Rich would be suicidal. I’m not sure how much lower our relationship can fall. But hearing his old mate plug his trans-sister may push him over the edge.”

Vicky gave a light nervous laugh, pecking kisses on a thoughtful Alex.

“What if we both took that Friday off work?” Alex said hopefully, perking up. “You could come to Bristol early Thursday evening and we can book into the Hilton or the Novotel, as they’re near both the station. We can have a night out on the town on our own. But you’ll have to cope without ravishing me on Friday and Saturday night?”

Vicky hugged and kissed Alex. “That’s genius. I can then arrive home earlier on Friday. So I can try to clear the air with Rich before mum finishes work. Maybe with just the two of us he may tell me what the problem really is and I can get my old brother back. Then playing happy families over the weekend could be more bearable.”

Alex could see the hurt in her eyes and wanted to move the conversation away from the subject. Thinking fast he realised that they still hadn’t any arrangements for the intermediate weekend, when she is to help out at another ski show.

“Any news from Dave about the arrangements for Birmingham next weekend? As we need to book what we are doing Saturday night.” Alex asked.

Vicky scanned through her phone, clicked and read out loud. “He’s emailed, with a train ticket for me for early Saturday Morning to return Sunday afternoon. Oh, Sandra and Mandy can’t make it and he wants to know if I know anyone who can stand in.”

Vicky then excitedly vocalised her thoughts. “If you come here to stay next Friday and join me working on the stand, we can still spend the weekend together and Dave will pay!”

Vicky’s thumbs worked in a blur as she tapped a text on her phone and sent it before Alex could answer.

“I’m not sure… I had hoped to spend Saturday visiting the National Motorcycle Museum next door, rather than working the entire weekend.”

Vicky’s phone rang with them both tensing, expecting more enquiries from Vicky’s mum but seeing the screen as she answered she perked up. “Dave, Hi… Yes, you remember Alex?… Yes, the handsome tall one, thanks… Yes, he’s an excellent skier… Yes, he’s with me now, do you want to speak with him?”

Vicky passed Alex her phone with a grin a mile wide. This time it was Vicky’s turn to only hear one side of the conversation.

“Yeah, Hi… I’ve stayed at all three ski resorts… Yes, I know the chairs and the lifts home… Family with young children and they like Italy? Then I’d refer them to your hotel in Cervinia… Yes, blues and reds… Experienced?… late in the season then go high, snow-sure, Val Thorens… Okay, Yes… I’ll stay here at Vicky’s in London and travel with her Saturday… But on Sunday I’ll need the train back to Bristol Temple Meads… Okay… Yes… Yes, a 17-inch collar will be fine… Okay, see you then.”

Vicky was bursting with excitement to hear the conclusion of the phone call, but Alex smiled and took a long, slow sip of his now lukewarm tea, hiding his grin behind his tea mug. In the end, Vicky had to give him a playful punch.

“Well?” Vicky asked. “Come on, spill the beans, this is unbearable.”

“It seems I passed the interview,” Alex said. “Rather than me spending an exciting day looking at dusty old motorcycles, I’ll be working with you. Dave has a few spare shirts but said I will have to wear one of Mandy’s spare name tags!”

Vicky grabbed him but instead of a peck, she lingered and her tongue quietly delved deeper into a more passionate kiss, stirring Alex.

Vicky pulled back from their kiss and squealed excitedly. “I wasn’t looking forward to an almost Alex free weekend and had even considered cancelling with Dave. Seeing you for only Saturday night would have been great, but now I have you Friday through to Sunday.”

Alex laughed at her joy, as the exciting prospect of spending another weekend with her was dawning on him. “Dave will email you my train tickets for us to travel together to Birmingham at 6 am Saturday. Then on Sunday to get me home to Bristol. He’ll change your hotel room to a double. He is covering meals and the money he’s paying me for the two days will more than pay for my train here on Friday afternoon.”

“As luck would have it, I’ve skied at all the resorts he lists. I’m to review the website to learn all the chalets and hotels. He wants me to pay special attention to the extras as he gets a kickback if people book their lessons and ski passes through him. He seems okay.”

Vicky was jubilant, flicking her hair back as she smiled that elfish smile of hers to Alex, with dimples showing as the two started kissing. Vicky lifted herself off the sofa onto Alex’s lap, wriggling her bum, knowing he was getting excited as their tongues searched each other out. Alex felt Vicky’s bulge inside her leggings as he stroked Little Mike’s head with his fingernail teasing.

With the rain pattering on the windows, the two were settling in for a cosy afternoon as Vicky’s phone rang. Knowing who it would be, she slipped off Alex’s lap, tutting.

“Hi, mum… No, we ordered another round of coffee as the rain’s getting heavier… Alex says it’s okay as he has to help his dad work on their cars… Yes okay… Can you tell Rich as he doesn’t seem to answer my calls anymore? Okay, talk tomorrow.”

Vicky rolled her eyes as she listened to her mother, but her hand rested on Alex’s bulge in his jeans, teasing his tender parts with her long nails. Every time Alex tried to reciprocate, Vicky kept his hands clear of her bulge.

Once the call was over and the phone safely back on the table, Vicky threw herself at Alex to push him down, lying on top of him, with the two stretched across the sofa kissing. Soon they both started dry humping each other as both felt each other’s excitement growing between their legs.

Vicky slipped down and undid Alex’s belt and zipper. She pulled his jeans and boxers off, allowing Alex’s cock to stand vertical, proud and free as she enveloped it in her lips and started sucking. Alex raised his hips into her and she slipped her hands beneath him, pulling his cheeks apart.

Her finger searched out his rear, teasing it, feeling it pucker and relax as Alex got used to her being there, whilst focussing on her sucking on his shaft.

After a while Vicky looked up along Alex’s torso to him and asked, “You okay with this?”

“You suck away lovely.”

Vicky grinned. “That’s not what I meant, this is what I meant.” She stopped teasing her finger around his ring and pressed at its centre to underline her point. But without lube, she saw him gasp in shock and his shaft flicked in excitement, giving her the acceptance she needed.

Vicky pulled Alex’s socks off as she gathered his jeans, and boxers. “Let’s take this to the bedroom where all the toys are,” She said in her seductive low voice, smiling.

She led him by the hand to the bedroom, both smiling in anticipation. Alex pulled his T-shirt off and pulled back the duvet before lying on the bed. Vicky slipped out of her leggings and baggy T-shirt.

Vicky stood at the end of the bed in only panties and bra, but with a raging hard-on, smiling with hunger in her eyes. She ducked into a wardrobe and returned with a cardboard box that she placed on the floor, out of sight at the end of the bed. She collected the box of tissues and the bottle of lube from the bedside cabinet, placing them by her toy box on the floor.

Vicky leaned over to kiss Alex. “Are you sure? If anything hurts or you feel you need the loo, say immediately and I’ll stop. If need be, just run to the loo, I’d rather fish a toy out of the toilet than clean up a mess up in here.”

“Okay, now I’m little nervous.” Alex chuckled.

Vicky moved Alex’s ankles wider and up the bed, bending his knees. She got him to lift his backside and slipped a pillow beneath the small of his back. Vicky knelt at the end of the bed looking up between Alex’s legs, admiring the view of his exposed rear and cock pointing to the ceiling.

Earlier in the weekend she had been ecstatic just to have him naked in the same room as her, then finally inside her. But now with him led there, after years of fantasy, she was going to fuck him. Never in her wildest dreams had she dared imagine this day would come.

She picked up the lube bottle then crawled up the bed, between the narrowing vee between his legs. Lowering her head down, her tongue first teased around the tip of his cock. Then her lips wrapped around it to suck it back deeply into her mouth.

This was the first time for them both. All Vicky’s previous partners were experienced when she’d met them. She was breathing deeply through her nose in anticipation, whilst trying to keep her excitement at bay. She needed Alex to enjoy this, so they could be equals in their sexual couplings.

She pumped lube onto her middle finger to then stroke her hand up softly to reach his puckered rear passage. Once again she teased her finger around his rear, letting him get used to her touch and smearing lube into the centre.

The lube was cool in contrast to her warm mouth on his tool and it sent a shiver through Alex. Feeling her finger tease around the area taboo told him was wrong, was far nicer than he could ever have imagined. He pushed his white shaped taboo chip off his shoulder to replace it with his desire for Vicky.

He remembered watching her cheeks push through her shorts, when she was ‘Mike’. The fun they had reuniting last weekend, his joy at sucking her cock for the first time. Her joy Friday night upon his arrival and the love she’d showered onto him. He’d enjoyed the delights of her body and he wanted her to receive the same from him. He wanted them to be an equal couple with equal equipment of desire.

“Mmm, that’s nicer than I thought.” He admitted, stroking Vicky’s hair.

Her mouth rose off his cock. “Good, just relax and remember to breath.” Then she resumed her sucking and licking.

Vicky felt him relax, so applied some pressure with her finger circling and massaging her target. She could feel his anxiety reducing whilst her tension grew. After three teases she finally ventured in, just to the first knuckle, feeling him stretching with little resistance.

She held it there, withdrew and then retried. Alex relaxed and his shaft in her mouth twitched with a little pre-cum. On the third try, she went to her second knuckle with little resistance, rotating whilst moving in and out.

“Mmm that’s not too bad, nice.” Alex purred, his mind swapping between the two pleasure zones Vicky was playing on.

Vicky slowly adventured further, repeating her gradual insertion until her finger was fully in. She played it in and out, twisting it as his tension relaxed. Leaving her finger deep inside him, she lifted her lips off his rigid pole to ask, “How do you feel about trying my smallest training toy?”

“Go for it, I’ll scream quickly enough, but so far it’s okay… It feels very personal with your finger being inside me.”

Alex’s honesty warmed Vicky’s heart. She felt the same, being so intimate with him, her excitement building, knowing what reward could be waiting for her. She slowly withdrew her finger, rotating it around and massaging his ring again.

It was a quick delve into her box of toys at the end of his bed to retrieve the one she wanted. She showed him the clear training plug, keeping the big suction cup in her hand.

“As you can see, it’s nicely tapered. Have a feel, its silicone.”

Alex squeezed it, seeing nothing scary about its size and nodding in approval. Vicky pumped lube to smother the plug. This time she watched it enter, initially flopping and bending, fighting against her.

As the tip entered, she resisted the urge to drive it in, slowly working it inwards instead. Vicky was excited watching Alex stretch as the gradual taper worked its way into him. Lube now dripping around him, without warning Alex’s body sucked the plug inside and his muscle wrapped around the shaft, with just the shaft and sucker protruding.

“Oh… That’s strange… In a nice way… I felt it stretching me as it entered.” Alex gasped.

Vicky left it there for a while, letting him get used to the sensation. She tapped the end to hear Alex hum in approval, rotated the base, whilst pulling the sucker around to stretch him further. She pulled at the plug, watching him stretch to allow the blunt end to exit.

“Ooo, that feels like I want a poo?”

“Feels like? Or do you want one?”

“Feels, I think… As soon as you relaxed, it popped back, and the feeling went.”

Vicky bobbed her lips onto Alex’s shaft in reward, sucking and licking, feeling the toy respond to Alex’s muscles twitching. Whilst distracting him to his cock, she slowly repeated pulling at the plug, noting Alex pulled his hips away from her to help. The blunt end of the plug popped out, so Vicky played it in and out of Alex, enjoying his moans and hums, desperately trying to resist plunging herself into him.

“That doesn’t feel that big, now.” Alex admitted.

“You want to try something bigger?”

“Yeah… But no ten-inch Biggus Dickus.”

Vicky giggled as his Monty Python reference. “I can always find one… If you want?”

“Er… No… Honest that is okay… Thanks.”

Vicky pushed the plug back in and stood up, stroking her own rigid shaft, enjoying seeing Alex led below her with the toy plug stuck in him. Out of her box, she pulled out the first toy’s medium-sized brother. Offered it to Alex to see and hold, then applied lube to it, withdrew its little brother, discarding it in a tissue sheet.

The longer medium training plug bent and flopped to avoid entering Alex. She had to use two hands, one to hold the sucker and one to hold the plug straight. Soon there was enough of it in Alex for it to slide in unaided. The taper soon stretched his entrance beyond before, so she backed it out and re-inserted it a few times, twisting and rotating it to tease and stretch the muscle further.

“Mmm, that is bigger… That’s nice… Mmm.” Alex almost whimpered as Vicky eased the medium plug’s blunt end into him so he closed over it. Once again he led there with just the sucker exposed.

Looking into her box of toys, Vicky sized up the various plugs and toys. Even the large training plug was bigger than her. She sat on the end of the bed, with her back to Alex, straddling the box, comparing herself to various toys, confirming her thoughts.

Vicky returned to Alex empty-handed, to once again tease the plug inside him around, stretching him to withdraw it and let it pop back in. Repeating this several times led to Alex moaning in pleasure. Before he enjoyed it too much she withdrew it, discarding to join the first toy, wrapping it in tissue.

“The next size may be big with you in that position Alex. It’ll be more comfortable if you roll onto all fours, doggy style.”

“Okay. You’re the one in control, as you know what you are doing. I’m in your hands, lovely.” Alex purred, confident in Vicky.

Vicky’s heart leapt in her chest, what a reversal of her fortunes after her previous controlling, domineering girlfriend. Here was her long term hero, not frightened to give up his patriarchal position for her, in more ways than one.

Alex watched Vicky shuffle off the end of the bed to stand. He admired her sexy body still in panties and bra, although her glistening shaft was now standing vertical out of her shallow panties. Alex wondered how many more toys it would take before that lovely shaft would be inside him, then to have the future freedom to take her in his mouth or ass regardless.

She pulled Alex to the base of the bed, rolling him over onto his knees, spreading his legs apart. Vicky was like a dog in heat now, hungry for her desires to be quenched. She was confident Alex was okay as he was lubed up, stretched and relaxed.

“Okay, this plug isn’t tapered like the others.” Vicky felt she was betraying his trust as she applied copious amounts of lube to her cock. She ignored her panties that only now contained her balls, as she slathered the lube up and down, enjoying the anticipation. Never in her wildest dream could she have ever hoped for this and now to be this close, her desires were at bursting point.

“I’ve warmed it up in my hands, so it won’t be as cold as the others.”

Alex felt the familiar tease as the end of the new toy touched him. He could feel his muscle give as it pushed against him for entry. He felt the softer, blunt end push inwards and a short sting of pain as it stretched him, with the head and crown popping inside him.

To feel this entry into his body was sending a ripple of pleasure through him, thinking that Vicky probably didn’t offer him this one to see, as it was probably a monster cock toy. As before, Vicky slowly worked backwards and forwards, delving deeper each time.

Alex encouraged her by pushing slightly back. Not being tapered as the previous toys it’s long shaft slowly filled him. Only once Vicky’s hips eased onto his buttocks did Alex realise it was her inside him. Vicky’s hands held his hips and ground her cock deep into him, filling him up inside.

“Vicky! It’s you!” Alex exclaimed and giggled, waggling his bum. “You naughty girl.”

Alex was ecstatic that Vicky could feel so incredible inside him. With him larger than her, how must she feel when he is inside her? She felt so big inside him.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. It made me so horny playing toys into you. It’s as sexy as fuck, I hope you don’t mind?”

“No, I don’t mind, it’s great… I love it, with you inside me… You’re so big and warm.”

Alex twisted his head and found he could see Vicky reflected in her dressing-table mirror, deep inside him.

Vicky was ecstatic he didn’t ask her to withdraw. “Alex, you are so tight… I can’t believe I’m deep inside the man of my dreams and my hero… Alex Fisher…”

Vicky slowly pulled back until her crown felt resistance to then slide back in, hearing Alex moan. Vicky relieved and excited that it was a moan of pleasure, not pain. Once more she was deep in and ground her hips, enjoying Alex being a willing recipient of being impaled on her cock.

Slowly, cycle after cycle of her shaft, sliding in and out of Alex was too much and her tempo upped until the point of no return. Her lust now caught her, ignoring Alex’s grunts or moans, whether pleasurable or not, as she pounded into his ass.

“Alex Fisher is on my cock… I’m fucking Alex Fisher…”

Alex enjoyed drowning in the experience, with his cock dribbling pre-cum. Waves of pleasure drifted through him as Vicky plunged into him, massaging his insides.

The taboo image reflected in the mirror of Vicky impaling him on her cock was beyond his wildest imagination. When she withdrew, he could just see a gap between them joined by her most intimate part. Her phallus, driving into him, showing she was in control, he knew she wouldn’t relent until she came.

“Fuck me, Vicky… Fuck me in the ass… Fill me up…”

Vicky slapped into him but then in her excitement, she pulled back too far and dropped out of him. Her momentum drove her bluntly back into him before she could stop, laughing in shock as soon as she realised.

“Fucking hell Alex, I’m sorry I got caught up. You’re bloody wonderful.”

Alex rolled over onto his back, wanting to see Vicky above him. Vicky stood at the base of the bed with her cock glistening with lube, standing to attention and the hunger in Vicky’s eye’s said she wanted back in.

“Are you okay?” Vicky asked, but her eye’s said she was ready to ignore any negative response. Her fingers were already teasing back to Alex.

“Yes, I don’t feel sore or anything. But now I’m empty inside, come back inside me. It felt bloody marvellous.”

Alex wanted that void inside him filled with her pleasure wand again. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined sex like this to be as wonderful. His balls ached for release and he wanted Vicky more than anything to be satisfied, to empty herself into him, like he had to her before.

Alex lifted his back, inviting her back inside. Vicky reached for the bottle of lube drizzling it over her shaft, now there was only one thing on her mind. Two fingers teased into Alex, making him feel better and then tickled his prostate, forcing a wave of pleasure through him and causing his shaft to dribble cum. Vicky smiled and offered her cock up to replace her fingers.

“Come back inside me… Fill me back up Vicky.”

Alex’s shocked himself with his pleading, but he wanted her back inside him. Vicky slipped easily back inside him. Alex welcomed the stretching once more as his body accepted her into him. Her cock’s crown sent a ripple of pleasure through him as it passed through his ring muscle.

Once deep inside Alex, Vicky ground her hips and cock into Alex. Leaving her hands free, she brought her them up to stroke her fingers through her hair, as her cock teased Alex’s insides. She undid her bra, throwing it to one side and started fondling her breasts, enjoying herself, soaking in the moment. Seeing the single-minded hunger return to her eyes, Alex knew what to say.

“Fuck me, Vicky… Pound my ass… Make me your butt slut…”

Vicky brought her hands back down onto his hips, pulled back to drive into him and started pounding on him, her deep green eyes full of lust as she slapped off him. Alex’s cock started bouncing in response to each impact, flicking pre-cum snaking across his stomach. Vicky’s small breasts bounced in all directions, mesmerising Alex, with her pert nipples standing proud.

Vicky leant slightly back so her cock now stroked Alex’s prostate and an ecstatic wave of nuclear proportions slammed through Alex, exploding ropes of cum through the air with each impact to land on his naked stomach and chest. Each expulsion of cum caused Alex to gasp, releasing each muscle spasm from his lungs.

“Oomph… Omph… Umph…” Alex grunted.

Vicky loved the novelty of being on top and in control, seeing Alex writhe in pleasure beneath her. Alex was a million miles from her last relationship, underlining her belief that this was it, Alex was the one.

Vicky felt that twinge before euphoria as she slammed once more into Alex to hold her cock deep inside him as he felt his insides flood with the warmth of Vicky’s first spurt of cum injecting into him, with her grinding herself into him.

Vicky grinned and laughed with joy, shaking her head to throw her long hair around her in a triumphant whirl. She ground her cock deep into Alex as he felt the last few spasms of her cum pump into him. She grinned down at him in victory, with her hair wildly draped over her.

“Holy shit, I’ve never cum like that before, that was unbelievable…” Vicky gasped as she relaxed, but not withdrawing.

“Jeez Vicky, that was fantastic.”

Vicky didn’t move until her deflating cock slipped out and she admitted defeat, pulling back to stand again. She wiped Alex’s stomach, and chest with tissues to remove the worse of his own cum pooled on him, then gave up and threw the tissues away.

She fell onto the bed to lie alongside him and they wrapped themselves up together to roll onto their sides, kissing and cuddling. Alex nodded to the darkening window, with rain mottling the windows distorting the outside view.

“Well, I think that was a much nicer way to spend the afternoon.”

“Hmm, bloody marvellous,” Vicky said, kissing his chest. “How do you feel?”

“Like you’ve taken advantage of a poor country boy like me. Using your big city ways to confuse and abuse me.” He laughed sarcastically.

“Yeah, like I had to hold you down…” She said laughing and tickling him. “No, I mean your bum, it didn’t hurt, did it?”

“No. I know you’ve been there… I wouldn’t say I feel sore… Your cum is dribbling out of me though, which is an odd feeling but kind of… Nice.”

Vicky stroked her finger down behind him, teasing around his rear, feeling her cum now soaked around his ring, mixed with the lube. But not entering, just teasing, seeing if Alex would flinch. She raised an eyebrow, questioning him…

“Nope, it’s a little more sensitive,” Alex answered.

“So you’d be happy to do it again… Sometime?”

“With you?… Anytime, just maybe not now, it’s strange to enjoy something so taboo. Something you’ve been told your entire life is wrong, but with you… It felt so right.”

Vicky pulled him in tight and kissed him with her usual passion, Alex wriggled to enjoy her naked skin against him. They led there stroking each other as they happily dozed, exhausted.

…

Vicky woke Alex as she turned the bedroom light on, after closing the bedroom curtains. She’d already showered and stood in a bathrobe.

“We have a bit of time but you need to shower and start getting ready,” She said.

It disappointed Alex, having missed an opportunity to shower with Vicky. He wriggled in the warm comfort of the bed for those last few moments. Ignoring his memories, his body felt different, glowing inside, his rear wasn’t sore or aching, but he knew something nice had happened there.

Vicky shot him a glance encouraging him to get up and go to the bathroom, only to return and pop his head around the bedroom door.

“Er… How do I stop you dribbling out of me? You’re running down my leg.”

“Ah, there are two ways to stop that,” Vicky said. She went to her cardboard box down the side of her bed and pulled out a small butt plug to show him. “We can plug you with one of these, but as we are eating and drinking this evening it may not be advisable, or I can show you some personal hygiene techniques.”

“I think I prefer option 2, thanks.”

Vicky returned to the bathroom with him and showed him her wand attachment to her shower, explained the best techniques and regretfully left Alex to shower on his own.

Afterwards, he made them both mugs of tea. Wearing his new bathrobe, he sat on the sofa in the lounge watching TV. Vicky came in to sit with him in her bathrobe, as they still had a little time before the taxi.

“You look happy?” Alex asked, seeing her glowing.

“I am. Since we met, my life has become a whirlwind and we’ve already planned two more weekends together. The only downside is in two weekend’s time I’m staying with mum & Rich for two nights.”

Vicky shifted around to lie on Alex’s lap, facing him, wrapping her arms around him hugging him. Alex hugged her back, stroking his hands down her back and legs.

“Maybe being back in Bristol won’t be too bad? You never know your mum may talk Rich around. Is it worth me trying to talk with him?”

“It may be worth it, but see what mum says after she’s talked with Rich… You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, it’s a hundred times better than what gaming I had planned… I’ve a wonderful girlfriend… I’ve even had sex… And I’ve got a new toothbrush.” He joked, but his smile spoke volumes to Vicky.

“You’re enjoying the sex part, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, of course, I can’t believe what I’ve been missing gaming all these years.”

“Even this afternoon… With me inside you?”

“Yeah, it was… different… I enjoyed it… I feel nice inside. Is this how you feel afterwards?”

“Yes, except you’re bigger. I’m glad you enjoyed it, as it makes me feel more of an equal partner… But don’t forget I’m the girl in this relationship.” She giggled, smiling up at him.

“Alex, Joking aside tonight is very important, they don’t invite many people from work to dinner and this is my first time. I don’t think they know I’m trans. So you will have to be careful, just in case… But also, please no corny jokes…”

“My corny jokes are the best part of me.” Alex laughed.

“Who told you that, your mum? Oh, and no tall tales, like your dad… especially none about rugby tours… I heard that one over and over again, each time with a different punch line.”

“Which one?” Alex grinned.

“The one about the caravan toilet door and the puff pastry rolls?” Vicky grimaced.

Alex burst out laughing. “Well, we couldn’t tell the truth about that one.”

Vicky stood up and kissed Alex on the head, walking to the bedroom door.

“Come on. Drink your tea and finish getting ready.”

By the time Alex joined Vicky in the bedroom she was already wearing a pair of black lace tights and had wriggled into a dark, navy blue satin, cocktail dress. The dress had ruffles with a loose knee length skirt to it. Broad shoulder loops with low V-cut back, leaving her neck and back bare, connected to three quarter length sleeves. She had her back to him as she held her hair up to show him the open zip up her back.

“Zip me in, please?” She asked. “Play nice and you can unzip me later.”

Alex zipped her up and kissed her exposed neck. Holding her hips, she turned to hold him closer, so he could see the low cut front to the dress. The cut of the dress gave her a blunt Madonna pointed bra profile to her small breasts, added to the low cut V-neck and oval segmented necklace accentuated her cleavage.

“Last kiss before lipstick and makeup.”

“Goodbye, lovely freckles,” Alex said as they kissed.

“Don’t worry, casual evening make up tonight, so my freckles will remain visible tonight.”

Alex put on his new long-sleeved shirt with his best black jeans and then went to wait for Vicky in the lounge.

Thankfully, the rain had stopped for the long taxi ride across London in the heavy evening traffic. When they arrived outside a large, gated property Alex paid the driver as Vicky spoke on the doorbell and the gates slowly opened.

They walked arm in arm up the short drive, to be greeted by Vicky’s boss Jennifer, wearing a black cocktail dress, and her husband Graham, in a blue striped shirt and blazer. The hosts looked the perfect image of a successful, mid-forties couple.

Vicky and Jennifer made introductions as the quartet moved indoors for Graham to take their coats and a server offered them aperitifs. The entrance hall opened up to a huge lounge. The pair felt nervous as if they were walking into the lion’s den, with their hosts introducing them to the six waiting guests, all stylishly dressed for dinner.

Alex took an instant dislike to Brian and Bernard, who remained seated when they shook hands during their introduction. The pair looked down their noses at the new young couple. The two older men were dressed in black tuxedos and the only guests wearing ties.

Newlyweds Stephen and Lesley worked in a different department of the same company as Vicky and looked as nervous as Alex and Vicky felt. They looked an attractive couple in their late twenties, with Lesley admitted to still being in the honeymoon spirit.

David worked in the same department as Vicky, but his partner Henry is an interior designer. Whilst in their early thirties it relieved them to have some additional younger company, as they also seemed to keep a distance between them and the seated Brian and Bernard.

Jennifer was a perfect host, dancing between guests, keeping everyone interacting, all except Brian and Bernard, who sat like two judgmental, overweight penguins on the sofa. Jennifer then acted like a pied piper inviting everyone to follow her on a tour of the house. Leaving Brian and Bernard seated, deep in their own discussion.

Although Alex decided to remain in the lounge, sipping his drink, as he wasn’t confident or interested in discussing decor or room sizes. Graham returned and engaged Alex in some small talk.

“So you and Vicky met when she lived back in Bristol?”

“Yes, we met at Sixth Form College.”

“What are you doing now?”

As Alex explained his apprenticeship and his work with his engineering company, Bernard made a snide comment. “Manufacturing is dead nowadays, with everything coming from China.”

“Well, oddly enough, the Chinese market is our largest,” Alex answered. “In the same way we can’t all be brain surgeons or burger flippers, we can’t all be bean counters.”

Alex smiled at the reaction on Bernard’s face to his returning snub. Seeing Bernard was about to comment, Graham cut in, standing between them.

“Alex, come and see my man cave, whilst not as attractive as the rest of the house, you may find it far more interesting.”

Graham led Alex down some stairs, then down a second flight, to a basement that opened out into a vast area.

“Ignore Brian and Bernard they’re utter bores and if they weren’t Jennifer’s brothers they wouldn’t be here. Plus, she likes them to team up for the games later.”

Alex gasped as he surveyed Graham’s man cave… The vast room contained a single bowling alley, including snooker, billiard and pool tables. There were various curved screens with gaming consoles and the latest gaming seats.

“Do you fancy something more substantial to drink?”

Graham walked to a fully stocked bar behind them. Soon they both had pints of their preferred drinks and were seated together on a central sofa.

“So you’ve known Vicky a long time?”

“Yes, about six years. We lost touch when she moved to London.” Replied Alex, realising he was being interviewed or at least being fished for information.

“Do you think you’ll move in together? Would you come here to London or would Vicky return to Bristol?” Graham asked.

“No, haha. Wild horses wouldn’t drag Vicky back to Bristol and she is very happy here in London,” Alex answered, knowing that his answer would find its way to Jennifer. “My company has spent time and money training me, so I’m happy in Bristol. We’re still getting used to the idea of us being a couple and it’s only a two hour train commute at weekends. There are too many places in the world to see and ski before settling down.”

“Aha… So you ski?”

“Yes, I’ve been skiing since I was seven. With my rugby training, I was always super fit by the time we went on any ski holiday.”

Graham perked up as he also skis and used to play rugby. The two men continued to excitedly discuss their common activities. Graham inevitably picked up on his experiences of rugby tours, telling a few stories and asking Alex if he had gone on any rugby tours.

“Er… Yes, lots, but Vicky’s warned me not to tell any of my stories… Vicky’s heard too many of them too many times I’m afraid.”

They both laughed knowingly, with Graham confirming that Jennifer would agree with Vicky on that account.

“You know we’ve got a ski chalet in Les Gets resort?” Graham asked. “With ski season finishing in April we’ll drive a van down to prepare it for the summer.”

“Haha, spring slush, not the best skiing as low as Les Gets is.”

“Oh, you know it?” Graham smiled.

“We spent a week on the Swiss side of the ski area, which was oddly cheaper than the French side. We skied through Les Gets a few times. To be honest, the snow was dreadfully thin, so I can’t say we experienced it at its best.”

Graham was pleased and continued. “I intend to start early, catching first lifts out to finish in time for lunch. Then spend the afternoons doing some odd jobs or sunbathing and sitting in the hot tub drinking wine for a week.”

“There’s nothing wrong with catching first lifts out. Dad and I normally catch them out, with mum meeting us for our first coffee at ten.”

Alex could see Graham was dying to ask a question but then changed the subject, perhaps back onto his interview check list.

“Jennifer says you’ve made a few of her employees quite jealous when they found out you’d taken Vicky off the market last week,” Graham said. “By all accounts, her low Marlene Dietrich like voice gets them all.”

“Yeah, it gets to me too. I’m sure she used to practice it to tease us at school.”

Graham stood up and walked Alex around, giving him a tour of the various gaming consoles.

“Somehow, I can’t see Brian or Bernard playing GTA later,” Alex said, then pointing at the three gaming tables. “Nor can I imagine them being good at ball games, even tabletop ones.”

“Wild horses wouldn’t get them down here,” Graham said, laughing at the notion.

“No, they’re more interested in playing adult games later. Jennifer didn’t think you or Vicky would care to join us. We’re happy for you to leave once dinner is over, unless you fancy being a player tonight?”

Alex’s mind raced trying to imagine what type of adult games could they play outside of a games room and one’s Brian and Bernard would approve of?

“Er… No, I’m not good at after-dinner games, thanks.” Alex didn’t know what an after-dinner game might be, preferring not to find out.

Then a gong sound rang throughout the house.

“Dinner in ten minutes, come on Alex, let’s eat.” Graham led Alex up the stairs to find most of the guests heading to the large table in the dining area. The table ran along a wall of glass doors overlooking a large illuminated garden.

Everyone else was back from the guided house tour except for Vicky and Jennifer. Graham ensured Alex sat next to a spare seat well away from Brian and Bernard.

David sat next to Alex, leaning close in whispering. “What was that commotion about in the wine bar last night?”

Whilst it unnerved Alex a little, he ran over the events of the previous night at the wine bar in his mind. There was nothing to expose Vicky as trans and the wine bar wasn’t a specific gay bar so no incriminating evidence there.

“Henry and I were with friends, seated at a table by the front glass windows. We could see that one guy aggravating you?” David continued.

“Oh, it was nothing.” Alex hoped Dave hadn’t overheard anything he’d said to Paul ‘also known as Sally’.

“We were going to come over to introduce ourselves, but you were both already leaving.”

“Oh, sorry. We had a table booked for a meal, so couldn’t have stopped to talk, I’m afraid.”

Then Vicky returned with Jennifer. Vicky had an enormous grin on her face and made a beeline for Alex, who stood to offer her the reserved chair.

“I’ve exciting news, Alex,” Vicky said as she sat and let Alex push her chair home.

A server offered everyone a flute of champagne as Vicky patted Alex’s empty chair encouraging him to sit. As soon as he was sitting, Vicky burst out her news in a loud whisper…

“I’m being promoted… They’re starting an apprenticeship scheme with government backing, and they want me to be a mentor for the successful candidates. I’m to conduct secondary interviews with Jennifer to whittle the four candidates down to two over next week.”

Vicky was excited as this was how she’d started in the company and having a mentor would have been a great help. Alex realised the entire room was quiet, waiting for Vicky to give him her news first. Before Alex could respond, Jennifer stood and attracted everyone’s attention by tapping her knife against a glass.

“I’d like to welcome you all this evening, especially Vicky and Alex, whom I hope we’ll see more of. Could you all join me in raising your glasses to congratulate Vicky in her new post of Student Liaison.”

Alex grasped Vicky’s hand, squeezing it in encouragement as she beamed her wide elfin smile, releasing her dimples. Everyone stood towards Vicky, sat blushing in her seat, as they all toasted her good news and drank their champagne.

David leaned passed Alex to speak to Vicky. “Well done Vicky, it’s an exciting role. You’ve worked hard and you deserve it. Are you both staying for the after-dinner games?”

“Er no… Not this time,” Alex answered quickly, looking at Vicky who nodded in agreement.

“Oh, okay, that’s a shame. It’ll disappoint Henry as it’s our first time.”

Before Alex could ask questions about these after-dinner games, the servers started serving the first of many courses. Throughout the evening Vicky buzzed with excitement and with Stephen and Lesley opposite they were all talking shop with office in-jokes.

Whenever Alex’s hand was empty of cutlery Vicky would grab it, squeezing it joyfully, even running her foot up and down his leg. A few times she ran her hand up and down the inside of his leg to squeeze ‘Little’ Alex.

Between courses, the conversation flowed with Vicky, able to whisper explanations of any office-based conversation. David, Lesley and Stephen were kindly ensuring they included Alex, asking him the same polite conversational things that Vicky’s friend’s had asked Friday night.

Once they finished the last course the group moved into the lounge area. Alex and Vicky chatted with David, Henry and Lesley, keeping away from Brian and Bernard.

“In my department, it disappointed quite a few single men to learn Vicky was off the market,” Stephen said to Alex, “She’s very popular.”

“I’m not surprised. I’m quite partial to her as well.” Alex replied, laughing smugly.

“It’s also put paid to a few office rumours.” Stephen tried to joke but his tone hinted at an insinuation that Alex recognised.

“What kind of rumours?”

“The sort of after-hours, down the pub rumour, that could get someone fired or a written warning if spoken at work. Don’t get me wrong Alex, I don’t subscribe to them. I like Vicky as she works hard and is great company. Lesley and all the girls like her a lot. It’s just…” Stephen’s tone changed to friendly defence.

“Just what?” Alex asked, cutting in, although guessing the answer.

“Well… Her voice can be husky at times… It’s led a few of the younger lads to joke, but they all fancy the pants off her. So I think it is just laddish behaviour.” Stephen was now wishing he hadn’t spoken up, wondering if he had ruined the tone of the evening.

“So long as you think it is only that. Vicky loves her work and if she thought any such thing was even being thought about her confidence would take a knock. She used to get teased at school about it and it would break her heart to think it may have followed her here.” Alex was fuming inside, after everything he had protected Vicky through at school.

Vicky liked Stephen and Lesley a lot, so he didn’t want to sully her relationship with them. If Stephen thought it was just laddish behaviour over a pint with mates, then Alex would keep it to himself. He found it titillating enough and he knew Little Mike was there waiting for him, so maybe it will be okay.

Stephen moved the conversation on asking, “Are you two staying for the games? Lesley was hoping to pair up with Vicky? Assuming you wouldn’t mind teaming up with me?”

Alex’s mind returned to working overtime, wondering how many were involved in this orgy of games and swinging. In the background, the dining table was being cleared, and some furniture moved.

Graham joined them, telling Stephen that Alex also used to play rugby and skis, giving the three something in common to discuss, until Lesley called Stephen over breaking the trio up.

“Alex, does Vicky ski?” Graham asked.

“Yeah, although I’m not sure of her ability as I’ve never skied with her. Whilst we were on the same ski trip once, we were in different ski groups,” Alex answered but could see Vicky deep in conversation so unable to verify it with her.

“Have you ever driven abroad, on the wrong side of the road?”

Alex was wondering where this track of questioning was going. “Yeah, I’ve even shared driving down to the Alps with my dad a few times.”

“Ah Good… Whilst Jennifer loves her April week in the ski chalet, she prefers to fly rather than driving the van down.” Graham said and then came the question postponed from earlier.

“It would be lovely to have you both stay with us for the week. How would you fancy sharing the van driving with me? Jennifer and Vicky can fly down. Then they can fly with only hand luggage for duty-free.”

“Wow, that would be great but I’ll need to give two weeks warning for work. It’ll be great to get some spring skiing in, regardless of slush. I’m always up for a road trip.”

The prospect of a week’s holiday with Vicky excited Alex, and he’d grown to like Graham and Jennifer. Graham caught Jennifer’s eye and beckoned her over. She knew what they’d been discussing as she brought Vicky with her.

“Jen, Alex is up for sharing the driving down to the chalet, so you and Vicky can fly down,” Graham said.

Vicky looked nonplussed at them all, as Jennifer held Vicky’s hand and explained. “That’s my fault, Vicky. In the excitement I forgot to ask. We’ve got a ski chalet and we always drive down at the end of the season for a week. It means we can ski for a few hours in the morning, then walk, sunbathe or just drink wine in the hot tub all afternoon. With Alex sharing the driving with Graham in the van, we girls can fly down in style. Vicky, I’d love you both to join us?”

Vicky looked a little punch drunk from all her excitement of the evening but nodded in acceptance. “I’ve not skied for years, but I’d love a holiday.” She glanced at Alex to see him nodding his agreement.