Living with the Consequences

I used to date a woman called Laura. She had a very attractive teenage daughter called Katie. I never lived with them, but I did sleep at their home most nights.

Katie knew the power of her body. She would walk around the house in the evenings in very short shorts and skimpy vest tops, making sure I was watching her. I think she enjoyed teasing me that way.

Laura used to let Katie bring boyfriends home and sleep over with her. She told me she would rather know where she was and who with, rather than her being elsewhere with others. I used to hear Katie having sex when I was with her mother in bed. Katie's moans would turn me on as I had sex with her mother.

Laura seemed to have picked up on this and occasionally would invite me to have sex with her in Katie's bed while Katie was at school as a thrill. It always made me strangely uncomfortable that she did that, but I don't deny I enjoyed it.

After we had been together some months Katie had attended a party one evening. I had spent the night with her mother and was having breakfast on a Saturday morning when Katie came downstairs in her short night shirt to get a cold drink from the fridge. Whilst there she asked us about drugs which caused some concern for me and her mother. We asked if she had taken anything, but she said no, she just heard some people talking about it at the party and wanted to know more. I told her I had smoked cannabis when I was younger and it only ever made me feel sick. She listened and then went back to bed for more sleep.

Laura had some shopping to do, so after breakfast she went out while I tidied up and prepared to go back to my flat. With her mother gone Katie came back downstairs to ask if I had done anything more with drugs. With her mother gone, I told her a few funny stories about my experiences which she seemed to enjoy.

She then specifically asked me about cocaine. I don't know why, I imagined it was what was going around the party. I told her that I had never tried it myself but jokingly added that I had heard that sex was good on it.

She paused and just looked at me. I still don't know exactly what that look meant, but she held it for a long time, not saying anything before heading back up to her room.

I admit I followed her, it had felt like an invitation. I found her on her bed and I just joined her on it, my hands on her body. She laid back and I just put my cock inside her, her night shirt pushed up and her underwear pulled to the side. My cock is reasonably large but she was so wet that I just slipped straight in, fucking her fast, not believing it was happening. She never said anything apart from sex noises. I came in her and then left. Terrified about it all.
I spent all day at my flat waiting for the consequences, but they never came. Had I actually raped her? I was terrified that I had. That evening I slowly walked round to their house, expecting to be kicked out or worse, but everything was ok. Laura didn't seem to know anything and Katie just kept giving me little looks and smiles, her eyes sparkling.

Katie used to come to my flat for sex after that. She always made the running and she had me wrapped right around her little finger. It was never anything kinky, just quickies with her on her back which seemed to be how she liked it. The fact that I was nearly 25 years older than her never seemed to bother her saying that "age is just a number" knew she was just using me in some strange game, but I was very happy to let her. I didn't really care what it was all about, I was just enjoying the sex with her even though it was making me a nervous wreck.

This went on for a couple of months. Then, for reasons that I still don't understand she told her mum that I had raped her. That was the end for me and Laura and the fury that she turned on me was intense. She threatened to report it to the police, but thankfully she never did. I don't know if that was because deep down she didn't believe Katie's story, or felt some guilt for it herself, but I never spoke to her again so I never found out.

Some months later Katie bounced into my life again as if nothing had happened and I couldn't resist her. We picked up where we left off, but her visits for sex were less frequent, slowing until she wasn't there anymore.

My final contact with her was a text message when I suggested meeting again. Her reply, "not cool old man", instantly put me in my place.
I still don't know what she was playing at, or what she hoped to get out of it, but she is still on my mind all these years later. I hope she is well and happy at last.

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