Inheritance

Chapter Twenty-three. The End of Friendship.

Chapter Twenty-three 

The End of Friendship 

On the final day of term, the day of his last exam, a six-hour organic practical, Gillian was teaching. Luckily, she had a free period at the end of the school day so she was able to leave early and prepare for John's farewell dinner. He was leaving the following day to spend Christmas with his father, and also to earn some badly needed cash working on the post. Gillian also intended to go home for the holiday, even though Christmas at the vicarage was anything but restful. She wouldn't be seeing John for almost a month. It was time. 

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On his way home John stopped to pick up Gillian's Christmas present. Luckily, the store provided a gift-wrapping service. 

As he was removing his winter coat, Gillian emerged from the kitchen. She was dressed to please in a tight fitting pencil skirt and a golden silk blouse that clung provocatively to her breasts. Her hair was newly permed, and she was wearing the lightest of makeup. 

"Why are you so late, John?" she queried. 

John stooped, picked up the parcel from the floor, and waved it at her. "I had to call and collect your Christmas present so I missed my regular bus." 

"Oh John you shouldn't have. Give it to me." 

"No. It's a Christmas present, and not to be opened before time." 

"Let me just feel it then." 

John handed her the parcel. She squeezed it, shook it, an inquisitive look on her face. "I can't tell. It's in a box. What's in it John? Please tell me. Please. Please." 

"Gee, Gillian, you're like a little kid. I'm not going to tell you. Just wait. I'm sure you'll like it." 

"Should I take it home and put it under the Christmas tree?" 

"I wouldn't recommend that," said John. "It's more of a personal gift." 

"So is mine for you. Come and see." 

Gillian took John by the hand. It was the first time they had touched since that eventful night. She led him into the kitchen that flickered in candlelight. She had decorated the small round table with freshly picked holly and ivy and a variety of festive bric-a-brac. Christmas crackers with their hidden contents lay besides each setting. A newly opened bottle of Nuits St George stood in the centre of the table. 

"Would you like a glass of wine before supper?" Gillian asked. 

"Sure, especially since you bought my favourite." 

Gillian poured them each a copious quantity of wine. "Can I propose a toast?" 

"Haven't we done this before?" asked John. 

"Yes," she replied, "but I want to change it."  

She stood facing John, and in a husky voice intoned, "To the end of friendship." 

John initially didn't understand. Then it dawned. He smiled and followed her lead. "To the end of friendship."  

The glasses clinked, some wine was sipped, and then they passionately embraced. John could have stayed clinging to Gillian forever but soon she rudely brought him back to earth. 

"John Gregson. You stink." 

It was true. His clothes reeked of pyridine. 

"Don't you think you need to bathe and get into some fresh clothes?" 

"I suppose so but won't that spoil supper?" 

"Oh no. The turkey won't be ready for ages yet. You go and clean yourself up and I'll finish all the preparations. I haven't made the stuffing yet."  

John lay with eyes closed, luxuriating in the hot water, his nostrils dilating from time to time as the smell of roasting turkey wafted in from the kitchen. The stress of the exam was fading. His body relaxed, he was almost asleep. Then he heard it, the rattle of the doorknob. He started, sat up rigidly, and turned. It was Gillian.  

"Okay, Johnny boy, it's payback time." 

"What do you mean, payback time?" 

"You've had your eyeful. Now it's my turn. Come on. Stand up and let me look at you." 

John had always been shy of his body. He hated sports at school because of the need to share a communal bath afterwards. He knew from comparison that he was not too well endowed and worried that this might lead to problems with the fairer sex. Nevertheless, he struggled to his feet, and held in his breath attempting to disguise his slight paunch and looked straight ahead at Gillian. He daren't look down. 

Gillian gazed at him, a smile on her lips. "Well that was worth the wait. You look pretty hunky to me and I'm glad to see everything is in working order. Do you mind if I join you?" 

John gulped. "You mean here, here in the bath." 

"Yes. Now you remain standing I want to see what sort of a man you are." 

John complied and watched entranced as Gillian first playfully kicked her slippers into one corner of the bathroom. Then without taking her eyes of John, she unzipped her skirt and somehow shimmied her way out of the tight fitting garment. Underneath she was wearing a white silk half-slip. This was the next to go, revealing a pair of slender legs with an intriguing leaf shaped birthmark on her inner thigh just below the panty line. Gillian then moved to unbutton her blouse. She was obviously excited. He could clearly see the outline of her swollen nipples through the silk. John realised that there was nothing beneath the blouse. As each button was undone, he could feel himself rising more and more. She discarded the blouse revealing her splendid breasts, the classic curve to the waist and hips. She seemed reticent to remove her last garment but did so, shyly, as she approached the tub. The curly chestnut hair was everywhere. 

"You can sit down now." 

Gillian clambered into the bath and kneeled in front of John. To accommodate her he had to spread his legs apart. The engorged head of his penis protruded above the surface. She gave it a playful flick that made John wince. She took the soap lathered her hands, reached over John and proceeded to massage his back, thrusting John's face into her breasts. He licked the prominent nipples, brought up his hands to caress the silken flesh. Gillian stopped, arched back, and watched his bliss. Again, she lathered her hands then leaned forward. This allowed John to cup her breasts. They kissed passionately. Simultaneously her hand moved to his groin. She began to pump. It was too much. John's whole body shook as he climaxed.  

"Merry Christmas John," she whispered.  

"Did you learn that in Sunday School?" he gasped.