Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 29

Abigail's Secret Pt 4

'Tom, do you want to have a relationship with me? I'm sorry to ask like this after we've just made love but that's one of the perils of getting older, you have fewer illusions and I'm painfully aware that you're twenty-eight and I'm fifty-three and you're a young, good-looking lawyer and I'm a sales assistant in a DIY store.'

I took my time answering, not because I didn't know what to say - words are my business - but because I very much wanted Abigail to believe me.

'Nobody would bat an eyelid if it were the other way around,' I began. 'If I were fifty-three and you were twenty-eight everyone would be congratulating us. The answer is yes,' I said after a pause, 'I do want to have a relationship with you and I don't give a shit what other people think. You're by far the most interesting and warm person I've ever dated and that's without your obvious physical attributes. And actually, the only people whose approval I might seek are my parents and they won't judge. They'll be very happy for us.'

She rolled on her side and laid an arm across my chest. 'Thank you for saying that.'

'What about you?' I asked. 'Do you want a relationship with me?'

There was a tiny pause. 'Yes,' she said. 'I do. But...'

'Freya,' I guessed.

'Yes. I haven't told her how young you are yet."

'Does she have a problem with you dating?'

'Not really,' replied Abigail, with some hesitancy. 'I have been asked out a lot, over the years, but it's not very often that I end up in bed with them. Not for years. But they've all been my age, or older. And besides, I don't always introduce them to my daughter.'

'So there is a problem?'

'No,' she said slowly, 'it's just... Look, come over to dinner next Saturday and meet Freya. I want you to meet her.'

some subtext here which I couldn't decipher, but I was thrilled that Abigail was showing

and had breakfast and Abigail called a

you doing for the

to

spoke on the phone most nights, and they were warm and far-ranging conversations as we began the long journey of really getting to know one another. I asked Abigail how her daughter had taken the news of my youth and she said that Freya was surprised, but

arrive with indecent haste. Not that I wasn't looking forward to seeing Abigail, but I was undoubtedly

an attempt to cover my youth. In the end I settled for

flowers and wine. She was

obviously her mother's daughter; she had the same facial structure and the same build. The same full lips and slightly hooked nose. But she wasn't as tall as her mum and her hair was jet

Tom,' she said, holding out her hand. 'I've been looking forward to meeting

I replied, taking her hand and feeling her grip

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wine and suggested we

the single chair. The conversation was a bit stilted but when Abigail excused herself to go and attend to the dinner, Freya seemed to relax and started asking me questions about my work and my family. She was lively and intelligent, with a quick smile and I warmed to her and asked her about herself and her job. She worked in an estate agent's, she told

easily as we delved into

when I would be interrogated as to my intentions regarding her mother and Freya lost no time

seems funny, mum having a boyfriend who's only a couple of years older than me. You

agreed. 'I think that's how

'She is fifty-three.'

I said. 'I know. Are you saying that you

at me. She was wearing black trousers and a pale-blue satin blouse. The act of leaning back stretched the material over her bosom, which was full, like her mother's. 'No, not at all. I think

her questions were delivered in a rather assertive manner. While I hadn't made an enemy, it was clear that I still had work to do to win Abigail's daughter over. So I didn't rise to her unspoken challenge, instead I deflected her manner with answers she couldn't find

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