Chapter 1 – Now and Then

Saturday 21st August

Amsterdam

I woke up just before seven o’clock feeling refreshed and the small orifice between my buttocks was no longer reminding me that it had been given any extra attention recently. I reached out to cancel the alarm and then went to the bathroom to get my day underway with my usual routine.

After my all-over shave, as I enjoyed spreading gel over my legs in the shower I thought back to my incredible experience with Bobby and Sabrina. My cock started to stiffen but I resisted the temptation to take myself in hand.

A walk in the park after breakfast had been a part of my morning routine before my week away in Eindhoven and I was pleased that the weather was looking good for this morning and the foreseeable future. As I strolled along the path in T-shirt and sports shorts I thought back to the things I’d done in the past couple of day. Within a couple of minutes, I had to discreetly adjust myself in my shorts.

I wanted to blend in and become a part of the local scene and not stand out too much like a tourist. The thought brought a vision of Heidi, the girl I’d be meeting for coffee later in the morning. We’d met up once for coffee and agreed to meet again on her return from her attachment. In the space of a couple of days, Heidi was gone for two weeks in Den Haag and I was off to help out in a bar in Eindhoven. It was nice to get back on Friday and find a brief letter from Heidi.

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When I was back in the flat with a coffee in my hand I was considering which direction to take the next chapter of Satisfaction, my erotic novel. I’d left Heidi’s letter on my small desk to remind me to reread what she’d said. I lifted the single sheet of perfumed paper and went out onto my little balcony.

Hi Greg,

I hope all is good with you. I know that sometimes Tony’s relief staff have to go and work elsewhere so I wasn’t sure if you’d be in Amsterdam or out and about in another town or city.

I’ll be arriving back in Amsterdam early on Saturday 21st August.

If you’d still like to meet up for coffee, I’ll be at that place on Haarlemmerstr at 10 am, and I’ll stay there for half an hour.

I’m also writing to ask you for a special favour. When we’re together I want you to ask about my secret. Yes, I know it sounds a bit peculiar but I have my reasons. By telling you like this it will compel me to deal with it early in our friendship and it might affect how long our friendship lasts.

See you on Saturday morning, hopefully.

Heidi x

I sipped my coffee and reread the short letter. It was strange to say the least, that she had a secret, but to ask me to prompt an explanation left me puzzled. God knows, after the week I’d just spent in Eindhoven if anybody had secrets it was me.

Instead of going indoors to write I sat at my table on the balcony and watched the big green parakeets prancing around in the massive tree nearby. I thought back to the previous week, to meeting Bobby again after so many years and how he’d seduced me, at least to the point of bringing each other off by hand.

Bobby had been my best friend throughout school and then sixth-form college back in England. When in our early teens we’d been wrestling almost naked on top of a bed and we both shot our load into our underwear. It was an incident we never discussed although our friendship continued.

A few years later on the weekend before I was to leave for university I’d gone to his house for a sleepover. We’d watched sport on television most of the Saturday and then finished in the evening with pizza and wine … quite a lot of wine. Bobby visited the room in which I was sleeping and we basically re-enacted our innocent grinding-while-wrestling experience.

There was, of course, a marked contrast. We’d both been out with girls in the past and knew that what we’d done when younger was a sort of sexual awakening. At seventeen with a few glasses of wine inside us and a house to ourselves, Bobby was on a mission. He instigated a rematch of our wrestling contest and his sole aim was to shoot his load over my anus.

“No penetration,” I’d said in my light-headed state, and, of course, I agreed because I knew I’d be getting something out of the deal. I lay on my back and lifted my legs outward to let him toss himself over my hole and then a few minutes later I was lying back watching him suck my throbbing cock. My cum went straight down his throat, and we both enjoyed what we’d done, whether or not it was wrong. Within the next forty-eight hours, I left home for university and we never saw each other again … for six years … until Eindhoven.

As I’d walked into The Golden Lantern all ready to help out in the bar the last person I’d expected to see was my childhood best friend … but there he was ….

The noise of squabbling parakeets pulled me from my reverie and I stared for a moment at the flashes of bright green as the big birds rallied for their preferred perches on the branches.

I smiled to myself. “Writing can wait until after I speak to Heidi. Perhaps her secret will give me a new angle for my erotic novel.” I doubted if the parakeets heard me, but I didn’t care. I’d been in the habit of talking to myself for a long time.

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A T-shirt, jeans and training shoes were good enough since it was a casual coffee with a new friend, not a date. I left the flat with a little time in hand even though it wasn’t far. I saw Heidi sitting at a table outside when I was still about fifty metres away.

The long wavy chestnut hair framed her pretty face and those dark eyes with their long lashes were looking right at me as I walked towards the cafe. I returned the gesture when she waved and smiled. As I got closer I used the final bit of distance to appreciate her shapely legs, enhanced by her miniskirt, black tights and heels. It was only as I got to within a few metres it registered that I could see a hint of bare thigh … she wore stockings, not tights. My faint arousal immediately got stronger.

“Hi, Heidi,” I said and after we’d greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek, I took a seat on the opposite side of the small table.

“Good morning, Greg. Is coffee good?”

“Yes, have you ordered?”

“Remember, I know the guys in here.” She smiled, turned to look through the cafe window and nodded. “I asked for two coffees for when my new friend arrived.”

“It’s a lovely day once again, and it’s made better by meeting up with you.”

“You’re very kind, and that works both ways.”

“Two coffees,” a young man said as he approached the table. I recognised him from my first visit here to meet up with Heidi.

“Thank you, Maarten.” Heidi gave him a big smile before he left us. She added sweetener to her drink and looked at me. “Have you been busy or relaxing this morning?”

I stirred sweetener into my coffee. “I had a busy week away, so this morning I’ve got back into my routine and relaxed to think about my latest story.”

“You must be feeling good. What does this routine involve?”

“It’s nothing too exciting. As a writer, I tend to spend a lot of time sitting at a desk so regular exercise is a must. After breakfast, I have my first walk, and then mid-morning I have a break out on my small balcony, usually standing for most of the time. I go for a half-hour stroll before lunch and then have another walk-in mid-afternoon or in the evening.”

“I don’t know about taking a little exercise, it sounds like you’ll be keeping fit as you write. Have you got a bike for the duration of your stay?”

“Yes, as you’ll recall I’d organised a travel card and a museum card and you took me to meet Ozzy at Deals on Wheels. I went back there and bought a previously-owned bike to get around.”

“As wonderful as this city might be, the theft of bikes is common, so having a new one isn’t always a great idea. I got mine for a couple of hundred euros and if I have a problem, the bike shop fixes it for a small fee.”

“I’m capable of basic repairs but I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Have you been inspired in your writing since your arrival?”

“Actually, my new novel is coming along well.”

“If I remember rightly this is your first attempt at writing erotica, isn’t it?” She arched an eyebrow and smiled.

“Yes, and though I don’t keep my writing a secret, maybe I should with this one.” I laughed.

“You can’t tease by saying such a thing. When we last chatted I’m sure you said I would be allowed to have a look at progress.”

“It’s moved on a bit in the past two weeks since we last talked about it.”

“Oh my god, Greg. Don’t be a tease. You have to tell me what you’ve written.”

“It’s all a bit experimental—” I felt my face get warm as my blushing got worse.

“I know I said I read different genres but I love erotica. I really like experimental writing … tell me which direction you’ve taken with the story.” She grinned as she lifted her drink.

I sipped my coffee, wondering how much I should say. “I thought it would be fun to write a fictional account of somebody arriving here in Amsterdam.”

“The city does have a bit of a reputation for all things sexual, so that’s appropriate. Come on, tell me a little bit more.”

“My central character has had a pretty regular love life and he arrives here with the aim of trying new things. He likes to think he’s broadminded and open to anything as long as it doesn’t cause anybody pain. Basically, he feels that he hasn’t really lived as far as sexual experience is concerned and he wants to push himself.”

“I’m liking this already.” She sipped more coffee. “How far have you got with his adventures?”

“It’s early days for my character, but his landlady is an attractive older woman who takes a shine to him. She catches him ogling her and she makes excuses for them to be together soon after his arrival in the city. When she realises that he’s got a crush on her and he’s a bit quiet she sets about seducing him into being … submissive.”

“Does he realise what’s happening?”

“No. On the first occasion that they’re together in her flat, he feels overpowered by her but puts it down to his feelings about her. From the start, he’s compelled to do whatever she asks.”

“Has she done anything with him yet?”

“Yes, they’ve had a couple of brief sessions together, but it’s a bit embarrassing. She offers herself … but it’s a tease and the young man has to do things which he’s never considered before.”

“He does as he’s asked though, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, because he’s totally under her spell so he doesn’t think about how far she might push him.”

“It sounds good, and if you need an opinion, I’d be happy to read it for you.”

“You would? I thought you were joking.”

“No, Greg. I really like reading the genre. Erotica is popular with girls, and besides, just like your character, I’m broadminded and want to … experience all I can where sex is concerned.”

I sipped my coffee and as I gazed at the girl in front of me she looked up. “I’m sorry—”

“My goodness, don’t apologise if a girl catches you ogling her. It’s a compliment, and thank you.” She smiled. “How many characters have you invented so far in this naughty tale?”

“Well, that’s where it’s going to get a bit tricky.”

“Go on.”

“At the moment Glen, the main character is still meeting people. Annabella is the gorgeous landlady. Terry is her husband and is away from home often due to work.  I didn’t intend to have too many characters, but … well—”

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I won’t judge you on what you write, it’s the writing I’ll be thinking about.”

“Annabella has taken Glen so far but she tells him not to come back for a couple of weeks.”

“What’s her reasoning?”

“She’s got him doing certain things and when she mentions bringing a man into their activities it makes Glen really nervous. Annabella believes that telling Glen not to come back for a couple of weeks will make him want to please her no matter what she wants him to do.”

“Clever. I like that philosophy and I reckon you’ve made a good play there. How does Glen deal with the time as he thinks about things?”

“Glen is trying to accept that he might be expected to do things with a man so he goes in search of a club where he can meet men. He wants to try to remove the fear of gay activities.”

“Does he make any progress?”

“I’ll leave it for you to read about what he does. I’m thinking of bringing in Annabella’s husband and maybe one or two younger female characters.”

“This sounds good.” Heidi nodded. “What does Annabella’s husband look like?”

“I’ve portrayed him like Tony, you know, a handsome, muscular guy. It might take a while to figure how to use him in the story, apart from being the guy who isn’t about often.”

“Do you have any idea of how you want to bring in the younger female characters?”

“That is another tricky part. One of the characters I’m considering bringing in will be a young woman who befriends Glen. They get on really well and after a few meetings the woman takes a risk and confesses that she’s really a he who is a gay crossdresser.”

“You’re taking Glen on quite a journey and you were right to refer to is an adventure. I’m more keen than ever to see what you’ve got so far and how you bring in the other characters.”

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