Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1) (23 page)

Towering over Rachel he took her
face between her hands and leaned down to kiss her one last time. He put
everything he had into that kiss mumbling “Mrs R” over and over into her mouth
but he felt Rachel holding back and he released her before his desire for her
got too out of control. Running locks of her silky hair through his fingers, he
looked at her wistfully and with a deep breath told her gruffly goodbye. As Luc
walked out of her bedroom he stopped briefly at the door looking back over his
shoulder at her with a devastatingly smouldering last smile. As the door
clicked gently closed behind him, a single sob escaped Rachel and she finally
let the tears flow. She crawled onto her bed and sunk her face deep into her
pillow so no one could hear her cry.

**********

CHAPTER 11

With Luc gone and the twins
studying hard before they would also have to return to uni, Rachel’s house felt
once again very lonely. This time however, no one had died and she would not
allow herself to sink into a depression like before. Luc had shown her the way
back to a place where she had the confidence and determination to make a
contribution to the world and basically get a life. Sitting at her kitchen
table with the phone in her hand, Rachel resolved to make a start immediately
and without too much deliberation dialled the number of her best friend Karen.

“Rach?”

“Karen, it’s me. Can you come over
….I need you?”

“She needs me! Oh my god –
who are you and what have you done with Rachel? Get the bloody kettle on, I’ll
be over in 5.” As the line went dead Rachel laughed out loud and with a lighter
heart went to make her friend a cup of tea.

True to her word, not much more
than 5 minutes later Karen appeared on the doorstep ringing the bell non-stop
until Rachel let her in. Karen was the total opposite to Rachel in appearance.
She was about the same height at around 5’ 6 but that’s where any similarity
ended. Karen had a short pixie hair cut; this week Rachel noticed it was
bleached white, but it had previously been pink, orange and blue. Sometimes all
three at the same time. She also had several piercings about her face and body;
none distasteful and most in her ears but hardly discreet. Karen’s figure was
much fuller than her friend’s – she was all soft curves and huge boobs
but in a sexy way rather than chubby. Rachel thought her friend was beautiful
and she certainly turned heads wherever she went but looks can be deceiving
because beneath the ‘punky’ veneer was a woman with a heart of gold and
generous spirit. She was mother to five amazing kids and she adored her family.
Karen’s husband Rory, was a good friend of Nate’s and Rachel and Nate often
used to joke at what an odd couple they made.

Rory was a consultant cardiologist
The Wellington Hospital in St John’s Wood. His very private practice brought in
a lucrative income and they lived in a huge house in the same neighbourhood as
Rachel and Nate. Rory had attended Harrow Boys Public School and was very posh;
Karen grew up in a very Jewish household in North West London; when they had
met at Cambridge they had no idea how much objection their respective families
would have at their relationship but they were besotted then and nothing could
have kept them apart.

Rachel was always blown away by
the dedication and intensity of Karen and Rory’s relationship and the crackle
of sexual expectation that seemed to hover around them even nearly twenty-five
years on. She had loved Nate to bits but it seemed like her friends connected
on an entirely deeper level and she remembered feeling a little envious at
times. Despite Luc’s wish for her, Rachel had resigned herself to the fact that
it wasn’t something she would probably ever experience now that Nate was gone.

Still it was always great to have
Karen in her house gossiping around the kitchen table. Rachel was about to take
the plunge and share some of what had transpired between her and Luc when Karen
beat her to it.

 
“So tell me honey, who’s Luc and when do
I get to meet the boy wonder?”

Heat flooded Rachel’s face and she
could feel her cheeks getting redder. She was in trouble because Karen could
tell in an instant when she wasn’t being truthful but she’d wanted to ease into
the subject and maybe be a little more generic. Karen however, in her usual
forward manner just came right out and asked.

“Luc? Oh he’s best friends with
the twins. D’you remember him from when they were little - he was that chubby
blond brat that was always over here stealing my biscuits.”

Rachel tried to be dismissive but
she could see Karen wasn’t buying it and so she rambled on. “He had nowhere to
go for Easter so they brought him to stay. They’ve all been studying hard for
their exams though – I’ve hardly seem them.”

“Really………” Karen’s eyes narrowed
at Rachel as she leaned in closer. “Rachel Renton, you forget how well I know
you and when George came home from the pub last week squealing about their
friend from uni - some blonde Adonis staying with Jess and Lucy, it made me
worry how you were coping with the intrusion. But now judging by the beetroot
colour of your cheeks, I’m guessing he was quite good company.”

Rachel was suddenly hesitant. What
she’d experienced with Luc was special – she wanted to make sure she
didn’t tarnish the memory in any way by cheapening it into gossip. She was
aware of Luc’s frequent references to Mrs Robinson and how their own affair could
easily be misunderstood as something similar; however, there was never any
issue with their respective ages. They were irrelevant as far as they had both
been concerned and Rachel felt it was really important that she convey this.
 

Leaning her elbows on the table
and placing her head in her hands, she knew Karen wouldn’t leave until she
offered her some information. For all of Karen’s overbearing Jewish mother act
Rachel knew her friend was genuinely concerned with her fragile emotional
state.

“Karen” she began, “that boy
fucked me better!”

Looking up she caught the
incredulous look on Karen’s face and then they both fell about laughing
hysterically as Rachel told her friend all about the man boy god that saved her
life.

“I am so jealous of you right now.
That’s a little warped I know considering the dead husband thing – but oh
my god; 22 years old!” Karen was literally out of her chair with glee at
Rachel’s antics. “How do you top that doll?”

“Well, I can’t really. I don’t
suppose that will ever happen to me again, but I have the incredible memories;
and toys to get me through!” Rachel laughed at her. “Seriously – play
time is over, I have to get myself sorted. I think that means going to Nate’s
office and meeting this Joe Mason bloke. He sounds a right mare to be honest.
Typical arrogant New Yorker.”

“I’m proud of you Rach. Nate would
be happy to know you’re getting back out there, you know he wouldn’t want you
to wither away pining for him. We all miss him; just so you know.”

The mood turned momentarily sombre
with both women remembering Nate wistfully, but then the twins breezed in
breaking through the melancholy with their usual manic entrance. “Auntie
Karen!” they cried in unison as they jumped on her with hugs and kisses.

Rachel made them all another cup
of tea and they settled back around the kitchen table where Karen quizzed the
girls for updates on how they were doing. They chatted easily and the subject
inevitably turned to George and Leo, and Rachel asked Karen how she felt about
that relationship.

“Honestly, it’s not what I had
imagined for one of my children, but George is happy. Leo is a sweet kid and
they seem to be having a lot of fun. I think that Rory has a harder time
getting to grips with having a gay son; not that he’s homophobic at all –
it’s just he has a problem with anything unconventional.”

The three Renton women snapped
their heads in Karen’s direction taking in her bleached hair, tattoos and
piercings and proceeded to crease double crying with laughter.

“What?” asked Karen confused,
which just encouraged them further.

“Karen – oh god you are
hilarious!” Rachel gasped between uncontrollable fits. “Have you looked in the
mirror lately?”

“Oh you think you’re so funny
Rachel Renton!”

“Seriously, Karen – how can you
say that about Rory when he clearly adores you and you’re about as
unconventional as they come.”

Karen contemplated that with a
bemused expression on her face which then suddenly lit up like she’d discovered
the meaning of life. “’It’s cos I give great head!” she yelled back at them
causing the twins to shriek and general chaos to break out.

“Oh no, no, no – my ears are
bleeding!” cried Jess clamping both hands to the side of her head.

Lucy looked at Karen in absolute
horror. “If there was any way I could unhear that, please let it happen.”

Then all four of them cracked up
and the conversation took a turn for the worse as all manner of disgusting
comments about blow jobs; parents having sex, and inappropriate behaviour with
children present filled the room. Rachel realised how happy and relieved she
was feeling to have a friend like Karen to rely on; if nothing else the woman
was so much fun to be around.

Several hours and many cups of tea
later, Karen got up to leave, but not before making Rachel promise to come out
the following Saturday night. Their crowd were getting together at a favourite
local restaurant – Rachel could drive there independently so she could
leave if she needed to. She would know everyone and Karen reassured her that everyone
wanted to see her and catch up. They were all old friends and terribly keen to
welcome Rachel back into the fold. Quelling the rising anxiety, Rachel quickly
agreed before she could change her mind. Lately, whenever she felt the urge to
crawl back to the comfort of isolation, she thought about Luc and it bolstered
her confidence.

“Whatever you’re smiling about,
and I really don’t want to know; I’m grateful you’re finally moving on with
your life – you’re amazing my friend.” Karen enveloped Rachel in a warm,
loving embrace; kissed her friend on both cheeks and left with a ‘bye darling’
and a big grin on her face. Rachel sighed; pushed the image of Luc between her
thighs out of her mind and went to clear up the tea things.

**********

11pm on a Sunday night and Rachel
was in bed early in preparation for her venture in to the City the next
morning. The weekend had been busy distracting her from thinking about going to
Nate’s office. On Saturday night as promised she had met Karen and Rory and the
rest of the crowd for a meal and after an initial few moments of awkwardness,
the friends fell back in to familiar banter and gossip that just got louder and
more raucous as the night progressed. It was a refreshing interlude in Rachel’s
otherwise emotionally fraught existence.

If she wasn’t day dreaming about
Luc or reminiscing over Nate, she was fretting about meeting Joe Mason who’d
managed to get under her skin already and she hadn’t even met him. All his
bloody emails had riled her at a time she had just wanted to be alone in her
role as grieving widow. Apparently, he had moved over from New York but hadn’t
started at the firm officially yet as he had some practical moving matters he
was embroiled in. Rachel had learnt all this from Benjamin Pierce, a senior partner
at the firm who she was due to meet up with in the morning. She couldn’t really
care less if she had nothing to do with Joe Mason – she already didn’t
like him, but it sounded like he needed to consult with her for the project
Nate was working on. Oh well, all would be revealed the next day.

Tossing and turning an hour later,
Rachel was getting restless. The twins had gone back to Leeds earlier in the
day and the house stood silent and achingly empty. After the flurry of activity
the past few weeks, the peace and quiet was disconcerting and no longer
welcome. Rachel had loved having her children home, even though they’d been out
a lot it still felt like the house was alive again. And of course the boy
wonder had been an unexpected but hugely beneficial interruption. Rachel’s
thoughts turned inevitably to Luc – if he were there she knew she’d have
no trouble sleeping especially if he had his warm body wrapped around hers.

Sighing deeply, lying in the dark
on her own, Rachel allowed herself the pleasure of conjuring up Luc to star in
one of her mind blowing fantasies. Maybe if she got herself off she’d finally
get some sleep. Rearranging herself into a comfortable position, she reached
over to her bedside drawer to retrieve a little treat she had purchased earlier
in the week. Rachel wasn’t mad about using toys but she reckoned there would be
times like these when needs must and right now she knew what she needed.

Confused by a vibrating noise as
she was sure she hadn’t switched the vibrator on yet, Rachel realised her phone
had buzzed alerting her to a message. “I bet it’s another bloody email!” she
cried and was tempted not to retrieve it, however, niggled by the notion it
could Jess or Lucy, she touched the screen to see what they wanted.

“Shit” she yelped and dropped the
phone. There was an instant message from Luc. This was the first time he’d
contacted her since he’d left a few days before, and Rachel could not believe
his timing. She debated on reading it having decided to cut all unnecessary contact
with him, mostly for his benefit, but she was sorely tempted to see what he
wanted. Chewing her lip in contemplation, Rachel’s will power crumbled and she
touched the screen of her iPhone bringing Luc back into her life.

“Hey – what’s up?” What on earth
did he mean? He would have known she was probably in bed. She tapped back a
response.

“It’s late. I was sleeping.”

“No u weren’t or u wouldn’t be
answering so quickly. What u doing? Thinking of me?” Honestly, that boy was too
sure of himself.

“No, Luc”

“Hmmm – r u even in bed?”

“Yes, of course – what do u
want?”

“You”

“Noooooo.”

“Yes, Mrs R, but since that isn’t
an option just wanted to check u ok for tomorrow?”

Rachel was having a hard time
replying to Luc. She had wanted to keep her distance but his uncanny ability to
predict her moods filled her with longing for his easy company and unwavering
devotion as selfish as she knew that was.

“Rach?” her phone buzzed again
interrupting her thoughts. “Can I call u?”

“Ok.”

The iPhone in Rachel’s hand sprang
to life within seconds of her reply and her heart gave a joyful leap. It was
easy alone in the dark to permit her temptations to get the better of her and
so she answered.

“Hi”

“Hi yourself Rachel.” Luc’s husky
tone washed over her and made her tingle all the way to her toes. Smiling she
told him, “I was thinking of you by the way. I think I conjured you up! How’s
your week been?”

“Shit actually. But that’s enough
about me. Why can’t you sleep?”

Sighing down the phone Rachel
found she was relieved to have him so near yet so far. In a few short seconds
just the sound of his voice had reduced her to a lust crazed mess. Luc’s
breathy rasp had the ability to make her wet in an instant and now was no
different. She didn’t want to lead him on by telling him how much she missed
him. The boy needed a proper life and Rachel did not want to be the obstacle he
would come to regret. She was sure he would disagree with her, which is why
she’d made him leave. Right now, however, she didn’t see any harm opening up to
him a little bit.

“I guess I’m worried about
tomorrow – it’s a big step for me. I’m not particularly looking forward
to being in Nate’s office – I haven’t cleared it out yet.”

“You’ll be fine Rachel. You’re one
of the strongest people I’ve ever met, and anyway, who says you shouldn’t feel
nervous about going there? It doesn’t mean anything bad is going to happen?”

“As long as Joe Mason doesn’t show
up.” She grumbled.

“Who? Not that bloke sending all
the emails? What’s he got to do with anything?” Luc didn’t sound very happy and
Rachel warmed a little at the hint of possessiveness in his voice even knowing
it was misplaced.

“He’s the new CEO, now Nate’s
gone. It feels weird saying that; I can’t imagine I’m going to like him very
much even if he’s the nicest guy in the world.”

“Probably fat and bald. And
short.”

“Luc!” Rachel giggled, “that’s not
very nice.”

Luc grinned at the phone –
it was good to hear Rachel’s mood had lifted and it certainly had a knock on
effect to his own grouchy disposition. Since he’d returned to uni he had
closeted himself away; been completely unsociable and downright rude to anyone
who spoke to him. The only thing he could do was think about Rachel and how
much he still craved her. God, she was like a drug he had to get out of his
system. His exams were just around the corner and he needed every ounce of
willpower to focus on his studies. Rachel had totally bewitched him and he knew
he had to get on with his life not mope around over his best friends’ mum like
a lovesick teenager. Subsequently, calling her late at night probably wasn’t
the most sensible thing to do in the circumstances.

“What you wearing Mrs R?”

“That’s so clichéd of you to ask
Luc?”

“Ok – so let’s switch to
video and I can see for myself!”

“That’s not going to happen dear
boy.”

“Put me on loud speaker then.” Luc
instructed.

“Whatever for? I can hear you just
fine.” Rachel crinkled her brow wondering what his intentions were. She was
about to find out as Luc’s sexy words filled her head.

“For this conversation Rachel,
you’re going to need to be hands free love.”

Rachel’s stomach flipped as the
meaning behind Luc’s words settled around her. “Oh lord, he’s killing me” she
thought but as tempting as it might be, she wasn’t about to have phone sex with
someone she was trying to set boundaries with.

“Ok you are on loud speaker but we
are so not having phone sex.”

Silence filled the room and Rachel
wondered if Luc had ended the call.

A huge manly sigh broke the quiet.
“I’m disappointed, but I guess you’re right. Still, you haven’t answered my
question.” Luc’s voice had a playful edge to it and Rachel decided to play
along.

“Red satin thong and matching
sheer negligee.”

Luc groaned “Liar.”

Rachel laughed. Luc knew she would
never wear anything as tacky as a negligee – in fact he knew exactly what
she wore for bed but she guessed he wanted to hear her say it.

“Hmm – you know me Luc
– just my usual white cotton boy shorts and a soft grey vest.”

“They’re fucking hot on you Rach.
I can imagine your vest top clinging tightly to your chest – I bet your
nipples are hard already.”

Rachel stifled a moan. She had
closed her eyes and all her attention was focused on the sound of Luc’s voice.
Rachel was consumed with images of their lovemaking and specifically of Luc in
the throes of passion. He was a generous and beautiful lover and Rachel was
gifted to have had all his sexiness bestowed upon her all be it briefly. She
secretly touched herself while he was talking; still horny from before his call
and more so now his raspy tones were caressing the airwaves.

Her fingers slid easily through
her wet folds playing at the entrance of her pussy. Luc made a soft grunting
noise probably moving his position and it hit her straight in her sex. She
loved every sound that came out of his mouth and the grunt reminded her of more
intimate times. Fingering herself while he carried on chatting down the phone
was distinctly erotic and she writhed under her own touch.

Luc was sitting on his bed in his
flat in Leeds. He had scooted up to lean back against the headboard and his
jeans were undone and shoved down along with his boxers around his thighs. His
rock hard erection was fisted in his right hand and his left hand was cupping
his balls. His iPhone was also on loud speaker and every time he heard her bed
creak or the covers move his cock jerked in acknowledgement. Stroking himself
lazily, he imagined Rachel’s soft lips around his cock expertly licking him and
sucking him just as he liked.

“Luc?” Rachel questioned
hesitantly. “You still there?” Luc realised he hadn’t spoken for a couple of
minutes caught up in his memories and losing himself to more pleasurable
moments.

“Yup – I’m still here.” His
voice sounded strange and Rachel didn’t want to imagine why. It was time to end
the call- she needed to come so badly and her vibrator was sitting in her
bedside drawer, patiently waiting for some attention.

“Thanks for calling Luc, it was
really sweet of you to think of me, but really I’m going to get some beauty sleep
all ready for my big day tomorrow.”

“My pleasure as always Mrs R. Good
luck – and remember Joe Mason may be some big shot CEO but he still sits
on the toilet like the rest of us plebs!”

“That’s just delightful Luc; thank
you for those words of encouragement.”

They were both laughing as they
broke the call connection.

Rachel was feeling quite cool
about tomorrow now that Luc had added some of his unique perspective to the
situation. She was really quite mellow and ripe for her vibrator. The pink silicon
toy was no match for the boy man god but his lingering presence helped Rachel
come quite rapidly as soon as the quivering vibrations hit her swollen clit. It
wasn’t earth shattering but satisfying enough to lull her to sleep; Luc’s
beautiful face hovering in her dreams looking down on her with those baby blues
she adored so much.

Luc however, was not as easily
appeased. Why the hell had he thought he could handle talking to Rachel so
intimately so soon after she’d effectively dumped him.
 
He made a vow to himself there and then
that he wouldn’t drag his poor battered soul through any more humiliating
attempts at late night sex calls and get himself a flesh and blood partner next
time.

For now, though, Luc held his
iPhone in his hand staring guiltily at it wondering how he’d reached this all
time low as with a deep sorrowful sigh he flicked on to a picture he had
secretly taken of Rachel. She was in his room at her house gathering up her
stuff as the twins had unexpectedly come home early. Her arse was bared to him
and she was slightly bent over leaving little to the imagination. He could just
see her tits hanging in front of her and her long silky hair was thrown to one
side. Her face was partially hidden by the shadows in the dimmed room but there
was no doubt it was Rachel. He knew she would be livid if she knew about the
photo and he really should have deleted it but God, he loved how she looked so
fucking hot; all freshly fucked and sexy. Luc stared at the image willing
himself not to do what he was about to, but he couldn’t stop his hand closing
around his cock, and he pumped himself coming hard and fast to Rachel’s frozen
image.

CHAPTER 12

Sitting on the tube in a carriage
full of commuters, Rachel was a jumble of nerves. She had her kindle open but
couldn’t concentrate on the words floating on the screen. On her way to Nate’s
office to meet with Benjamin Pierce, Rachel was in a battle not to disintegrate
into a puddle of anxiety before she even got there. Outwardly, the other
passengers would see a smart woman dressed for business on her way to work;
inwardly Rachel felt like a fraud. What on Earth was she going to be able to
contribute - it had been eons since she did any real litigation and certainly
not on a corporate scale. Her little charities and worthy causes had kept her
in the loop but certainly hadn’t prepared her for the fierce, competitive
strategies required for City business. Staring at her reflection in the window
of the train, Rachel willed herself to be the person looking back at her. She
had wound her long hair into a tight bun and had worn a pair of fitted black
trousers with matching jacket over a plain lycra white top. A pretty scarf hung
around her neck adding some colour and style. Rachel had dug out a pair of flat
black pumps and worn minimal jewellery. The effect was sophisticated elegance.