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Ring of Truth Blog 3

by obohobo

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 3. A date with Sarah

14th July 2004

"Morning Jean," I called out as I entered yesterday.

"Good morning, Derek. Thank you for coming again. You really were such a help yesterday. I washed your lab coat but I'm afraid it hasn't come out too clean." <<"I wonder if he expects to fuck me again when we finish as payment? I feel so guilty at having seduced him like that? What would Mirium think if she found out?">>

"Thanks Jean. It's only an old one that I won't use in the lab any more." I donned the coat and seeing Jean's troubled face and reading her thoughts I went on, "Jean? You look worried. If it's over what we did yesterday, don't be. I enjoyed what we did and I think you did too. I doubt if either of us will blab about it. It's something that happened, something we'll both remember but it is not going to be the start of a permanent relationship. If it happens again, fine; if not we still have the memories. Don't let it spoil or colour our being together here and don't worry, I'm not going rape you in one of the old bedrooms."

"Thanks Derek. I did feel so guilty afterwards."

"Don't be. Now let's finish clearing these rooms." I know both of us kept thinking of what happened and both wondered if it would occur again but in the event mother stymied that. She invited both of us to dinner.

I managed to keep my head during the morning and forced myself not to ask any questions. We didn't find any more treasures, only a few Victorian copper coins, two of them very thick pennies and a shop token from under the living room carpet.

"I'll see if the baker's will take them," I laughed. It was nearly lunchtime and I volunteered to go while Jean finished stripping the paper from a wall.

There was a short queue and while I waited I recognised Sarah Larkins as one of the two serving. She'd been in my class at high school but left at sixteen to go to work. Since I'd seen her last she'd filled out considerably. At school she was fairly plain and what the teacher's would say, 'a good B stream pupil' intelligent but not in an academic way. Her companion at the counter looked a few years older but I did not recall seeing her before. I managed get Sarah to serve me.

"Good morning Dr. Meeks, what can I get you?"

"Oh you are formal this morning Sarah Larkins. Is it still Larkins?" Immediately I regretted my lapse at asking a question.

For a moment she looked bewildered and I could hear a jumble of thoughts. "Yes, it is again now. I was married for four years to Terry Machin but that ended and I now use my maiden name again." <<"He's grown to be a good looking man. Pity I didn't go to university.">> "So what can I get you this morning? Jean told me yesterday you were helping her." I gave my order and while I waited for her to fill the sandwiches, listened in to her thoughts. Mostly they were about me. <<"He used to be such a gawky kid, with his head always in a book. Not very practical. I always beat him in woodwork class. Surprised that Jean wanted him to help. I suppose it is only labouring work.">>

"You fancy him?" Maggie her companion whispered just loud enough for me to hear. "If not perhaps there's a chance for me!"

"You've got a husband!" Sarah hissed. <<"Yes, I guess I do fancy him a bit but I doubt if he'll even look at a dunderhead like me.">> It was then that I decided to make a play for Sarah. "Two pounds thirty-six please Derek." She gave me a lovely smile as she handed me the bag. I handed her the two old copper pennies and three farthings. For a second or two her mind didn't register as she automatically closed her fingers over the coins, then opened them again. "What's this then?" she laughed and looked at them more closely, "They weigh enough but I don't think there is much value here."

"I've a shop token as well if that will help."

"You one of those crazy forgetful professors now? So much science in your brain you don't know what day of the week it is or the coins we use?"

I laughed too and handed her a five pound note. "Just trying to see if you were awake."

"Don't get much chance to sleep here. There's already a line forming so be off with you and let me get to serving them." She grinned widely as she said it.

"Only if you agree to come to the pictures with me tonight." I'd been racking my brain to think of a way to ask her out without asking a question.

<<"He's asking me out! Hell I never expected that. He must have learned to chat up the girls in the university. Maybe I'll go just for the hell of it. Mustn't sound too eager, not in front of Maggie.">> "Perhaps," she answered slowly, "I'll pop in at Miss Read's when I get off at three and see if Jean thinks you really are a mad professor. No telling what you boffins might get up to with a poor innocent young lady."

"You innocent?" Maggie chipped in, "Not after being married to Terry for four years you're not."

"I was about to send a search party out for you," Jean joked when I returned, "Thought you had forgotten this poor starving lady working her guts out here."

"Sarah wouldn't take the old coins."

"I hope you didn't give her a hard time. She seems a nice girl. Her husband was a bit of a bastard though. According to all the stories he still kept up with his old girlfriends even after he and Sarah were married and knocked her about a bit. They say he brought several of them home and did it with them while Sarah was in the house. In the end he went off with one of them that had a bit of money." Jean's thoughts gave a few more graphic descriptions of the relationship.

"I may have a date with her tonight Jean. Have asked her to go to the pictures and she's going to come by on her way home and let me know."

"I'm sure you'll have a nice time but don't expect too much to come of it. Once bitten…well you know what they say."

For the next couple of hours we worked together. I'd finished clearing the trash from the rooms and started helping her strip the tatty wallpaper. I decided to test myself by keeping the ring on in her company to see if I could control my reactions. For the most part I did pretty well and in fact it was fairly easy. Jean's thoughts were mainly concerned with what she was doing but her mind wandered a little to our escapade yesterday. <<"If he gets a date I doubt if he will want to have me beforehand just in case she gives out to him. Still last night was really good. Doubt if Sarah will find out this quickly. Probably only be a one night stand until he goes back to Uni. He must have fucked a lot of girls before in order to be able to please me like he did.">>

Fortunately I resisted the urge to tell her that I'd only had about four girls in the seven years I was there.

Sarah did come in at a little after three and we went through to the back yard to sit on a wall in the sun. "Well, well Doctor Meeks. You look more like a coal-miner than a professional man," she teased. My lab coat was once again black and so apparently was my face. Her thoughts had me crawling in a dark tunnel wielding a pickaxe. I couldn't help laughing almost hysterically. "I didn't think it was that much of a joke," she commented but my laughter was infectious and she too was chuckling loudly. When we calmed down she went on, "Derek I know you asked me to go to the pictures with you but there is only a war film on at the Odeon and I'm not too keen on them, so I wandered if we could go out for a meal or something."

"That will be fine with me Sarah as long as you are not expecting to go to Flixingham Country Club. I may have got my doctorate but I've had to live hand to mouth for the last seven years to get it. Until I actually start work…"

"You have to pay with old coins," Sarah interrupted. "What about going to The Swan? It's fairly quiet and the meals are reasonable and I'll pay my share." I could see she was worried about my finances.

"No, no Sarah, I invited you out and I may be able to find a few more old coins if I lift the floorboards. The Swan sounds fine. I have a little money to spend as long as my car keeps going."

"Jean, Derek?" Mother's shrill voice came through the open door.

"O' Lor. What does she want?" I muttered and then realised I shouldn't have asked the question. Fortunately mother was out of earshot. Sarah came in the house with me.

"Are there you are. Good afternoon Sarah. My goodness Derek, what a mess you're in. And you Jean are just as bad." Mother rambled on about the state of the place without giving anyone a chance to answer and then said, "I'm cooking a special meal for you both so try and get cleaned up by six o'clock."

"Mother, I have already arranged to take Sarah for a meal at The Swan this evening."

"Well you'll just have to do that another day." <<"Does he think that shop girl is more important than I am? He can only have known her a few minutes. Probably just wants a girl he can get into her knickers.">>

Her thoughts irked me. Why should I allow myself to be bossed about by my mother? I'd been home five days already and this would be the first time she'd been home to cook a meal for me – or my dad for that matter although he mostly had his main meal in the works canteen.

"No mum, tonight for once I am going out." I tried to sound firm.

"So I've gone to all the trouble, spent half the day shopping and cooking and now you say I shouldn't have bothered? All for the sake of a girl you met only a few minutes ago. I can't believe this of you Derek. Is that what you learned at university?"

Sarah finally managed to get a word in. "It alright Mrs. Meeks, we can go out another night. I didn't intend to cause any trouble."

"It's not you that's causing the trouble Sarah," I put in, "Had mother told me this morning I would have known but she springs this out of the blue and expects everyone to conform to her plans. No, we'll go for a meal like we planned." I could hear from Sarah's thoughts that she was upset about it. Fortunately Jean stepped in.

"Miriam, your son has worked his arse off for months and as soon as he comes home you make him come and work his arse off again with me. He's not a little boy now and can make up his own mind. Now, I've no doubt the food you've made will be more than enough for five or six if Jenny is home. Why not invite Sarah along and then they can go out for a drink at The Swan or wherever afterwards?"

<<"I don't really want that shop girl with my Derek but I suppose it will just be a short term thing.">> I felt my anger rise again but remembered to control it. Mother went on, "Perhaps you're right Jean. Would you like to come to dinner with us Sarah?"

"Please say yes," I added mainly for rather selfish reasons. Having Sarah alongside me would lighten the conversation a great deal and spare me mother's ideas of what I should do with my life.

"I don't know Derek, it seems that I have caused enough trouble already. Your mother doesn't really want me to be with you, she's made that quite clear. I don't want to come between you and your family." Sarah was very unhappy at this turn of events and so was I. "I'll go home and won't spoil your meal."

All my pleading didn't change her mind. Jean's thoughts came into my head. <<"Miriam deserves to have her arse kicked. The boy has been on cloud nine all day and now she ruins it.>>" I was beginning to get used to the language some women used in their thoughts. "Sorry Miriam, I have other plans for tonight. Pity you didn't give me a little more warning."

Mother's thoughts didn't bear repeating but all she said was, "Oh well, it will just be family then." With that she walked out.

"What are you going to do Derek?" Jean asked. I could tell she was most concerned.

"Probably go out and get sloshed." I said vehemently, "No I guess I won't do that. The first girl I was going out with for months and mother spoils it."

<<"If I were Derek I think I would go home and change and then drive to Sarah's and take her to The Swan. She might need some persuading but he seems quite good at that now.">> "Perhaps I'll give mum's dinner party a miss too. I won't be in the mood and might say some things I shouldn't." I put Jean's thoughts into different words.

For a moment I thought Jean must be able to read my thoughts too because she went to her purse and pulled out two twenty-pound notes and offered them to me. "Take her out Derek. I shall be offended if you don't take these. It is small enough payment for all you have done here." I tried to protest but could tell she really would be offended. For the hour or so left of the afternoon, I took myself into one on the bedrooms and angrily stripped off the wallpaper. Jean wisely left me alone until it was nearly time to pack up. "Derek," she said quietly, "I'm going to make some tea. Drink it and calm down, then decide what you are going to do. Remember your mother thought she was doing something good although it didn't work out that way."

Ripping off the wallpaper and Jean's words had calmed me considerably but I was determined that I wasn't going to let mother make me give up Sarah. I'd only known her a few hours but she'd already made a deep impression on me. At home I went straight into the bathroom and cleaned up and then dressed in my best casual clothes, grabbed my car keys and left without a word. Mother called as I passed through the kitchen, "You're not going out…You're not going to…" By then I had shut the door and was on my way.

Jean told me where Sarah lived and I found the place easily enough. It was a second floor flat in rather a run down area. Before ringing the bell I put the ring to the door. Sarah was crying and complaining about my mother. <<"Perhaps he is too good for me. I was never much good at school but he seemed to enjoy being with me the short time we had and I thought he was friendly and nice and we could laugh together. Pity he didn't tell the bitch to fuck off. Don't suppose I'll see him again unless he wants more sandwiches…">> Ding-dong, ding-dong. <<"Who's that I wonder, just as I was going to make something to eat.">>

I heard her footsteps coming to the door so I stood in front of the peephole half expecting to be welcomed with open arms. There was a rattle as the chain was slid on the door and it only opened a few inches. "Go away Derek, I'm not good enough for you so we might as well end it before we start."

"Sarah please, it is not a matter of whether or not either of us are good enough for each other or my mother for that matter. What does matter is that we like each other and get along and we won't know that if we don't spend some time with each other. Let me in please so we can at least talk about it." It took several more minutes of persuasion before she would let me in.

<<"My he does look smart without his dirty clothes on. Wouldn't mind a hug.">> I followed her through into the kitchen. "I bet your mother didn't send you, or did she?"

Instead of answering I took her in my arms and held her close and then kissed her forehead. <<"Oooh, this is not what I expected from Mr. University. Wonder if he'll kiss me properly?">>

I didn't but I took her hand and let her into the lounge and sat alongside her on the settee. "Sarah, I have no wish to be like mother and order you to have dinner with me but Jean found a couple of old notes to go with the coins so we could have a reasonable meal at The Swan without having to do the washing-up. You don't have to say yes. You can stay here and eat alone and I can go to McDonalds and get a burger. I'm not going to force you but I will be very pleased if you would say yes."

"What about your mother's celebration dinner? What did you tell her?"

"Nothing. I went in and cleaned up and came here. It will have to be a dinner party for three. Jean decided not to go." I could hear that she was wavering so I put my arm around her again and this time I did kiss her properly."

"You are pretty persuasive when you want to be Dr. Meeks." Her smile from the morning returned. "I'll go and get changed."

Before she left my mobile rang. Text message from Jenny. 'Wot U bin ^ to naughty boy? Ma furious. Phone me.' Sarah saw the message and grinned. "Naughty boy. Upsetting the family."

"Jenny won't be upset. She's probably laughing her head off."

I phoned her mobile and explained the situation. As I expected she thought it hilarious. "When you left this morning and I said, 'don't do anything I wouldn't do', I meant it. Guess I would have done the same. It's going to be a dinner party for two now. I'm at Ralph's. It won't be pleasant at home for a while. Hope Sarah is worth it." I turned the phone off in case mother decided to spoil the evening with another lecture.

The evening with Sarah was worth it. We had a really enjoyable time and laughed and joked with each other as if we had known each other for years. It was only as we neared her flat that she became very quiet. <<"I wonder if he expects to have sex with me after such a nice meal and being such good company. I think I would have let him if I had not just started my period. Terry never used to worry, he just fucked my arse but Derek would think me a real slut if I suggested that. Perhaps we can just sit and cuddle. Perhaps he won't expect me to give myself on a first date. Maybe this will be the only date if I don't let him. Perhaps he's had many of the girl students at Uni. Perhaps his mother will make so much fuss that he won't see me again…">>

"Cheer up. It's still only nine o'clock we've got time for a game of Monopoly or something before I have my bedtime cocoa." I joked, "That is if you will let me in to your home."

"Oh I don't know about that. Never know what you mad scientists will get up to." Her smile returned.

"Sarah," I spoke seriously, "I won't do anything you don't want to do. I've had a lovely time and if we just sit and talk some more that will be fine. If you want to go further, that will be fine too but don't think you have to because I bought you a meal – or rather Jean did!" In the end she made tea because there was no cocoa. While it was brewing, I had a quick tour of the flat. It was small, one bedroom, lounge, kitchen and bathroom. It was all quite clean but needing some decorating. I noticed the sewing machine in the lounge had a wedding dress on it. Another was over a nearby chair.

"It's Glenda Mayhew's," she informed me, "It came from a friend of hers and I'm altering it to fit. The other is one I made from scratch. I get quite a few sewing jobs now which helps to pay the bills. The shop only pays minimum wages but as I get off at three, I do have a little time to do things like this and the flat doesn't take much work to keep it reasonably clean."

For a while we sat and cuddled and kissed. I started feeling her breasts and she became a little aroused at that and I felt her hand rubbing at my prick. <<"That feels quite large. I wonder if I dare get it out and have a look? Sod the period. I would've liked to have taken him to bed. Been so long since I've had a man. Why do I always feel horny when I can't fuck?">> For a short while I wracked my brains as to how I could let her know I desired her without violating her bleeding vagina.

Placing my hand on top of the one that was rubbing my prick, I said in a baby voice, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours. Would you do that?" I could have kicked myself for asking the question and was immediately apprehensive as to how she would answer.

For a few moments her face had that same tense look that I had seen when I asked Jean a question but she answered. "Yes, but you won't want to see me at this time in my monthly cycle."

"Okay, how about I get to see your titties instead?" Another question but one I thought I could risk.

"Okay. You are a naughty boy, just like your sister said," Sarah grinned but started to unbutton her blouse. Quickly she discarded it and her bra.

"Lovely, I've just got to suckle them." I fastened my lips around a nipple and sucked while gently massaging the fullness of her orbs. Once more I tuned in to her thoughts and used my hands to rub them in just the ways she wanted until it was obvious she was becoming very aroused and started to squirm violently under my caresses. Soon she seemed to have a small climax and then pushed me away.

"My turn. Get it out. Show me." She giggled like a schoolgirl and watched closely and I opened up my flies and brought my now hard prick into view. "Oooh it's big. I like it. Lie back, I want to kiss and suck it like you did me." Apart from yesterday in the shower with Jean, only once before had I managed to get a girl to suck me but Sarah was far more of an expert. Her mouth sucked me in and I knew it wouldn't be long before I exploded. From her thoughts I knew Terry had made her do it to him many times and even to some of his friends.

"I'm coming Sarah," I whispered. She just grinned and carried on. My spunk went into her mouth and down her throat. Only when I started to soften did she let up.

"You don't think I'm a slut for doing that?" she asked apprehensively.

"It was wonderful. Unexpected but wonderful. Thanks." I kissed her and we snogged for a while longer until I decided it was time I ought to leave. The bakers opened at eight in the morning and Sarah had to get there half an hour before that to set things out so she would need to get some sleep.

The lights were still on in the kitchen so, fully expecting another tirade from mother; it was with some trepidation that I entered the house. However, it seemed she was going to use my earlier tactics and not say a word to me. I went straight to my room but it was close to midnight before I fell asleep. My mind kept reliving the events of the day and wondering how my relationship with Sarah might develop and how I could smooth things over with mother.

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