Educating HG : Part 10

With one of my then girlfriend´s housemates having succumbed to my
overtures, it was time to target the second one. Having slept with Joanne
who was most enthusiastic in her response and clearly unconcerned by
the fact that she was having sex with her housemate´s boyfriend, I
returned to enjoy her on a few further occasions, but that was simply
pressing home the advantage. The aim was to ensnare intimately each
and every housemate.

I decided my next target would be Farah. Farah was born in Britain and
was of Pakistani descent. She was diminutive and stood only 5ft 1” in
height (she regularly emphasized that one inch with particular pride)
and I towered over her. She was tiny in frame, such that you could easily
pick her up and throw her around should one be inclined to do so which
conjured up various images of shifting through the gears with her in the
bedroom. She was pretty. Bobbed black hair, a slender body, a pretty
face with big round eyes which regularly expressed her surprise at some
occurrence or event. She had well maintained teeth also, a broad smile
which she regularly deployed because at heart she was a happy person.

Farah was magnificently naïve. I relished arriving at the house and
telling her something which was unlikely or improbable, spinning a yarn
as whilst her housemates rolled their eyes, recognizing it as a wind up,
she listen in rapt attention, eyes widening as I embellished the tale until
eventually realization dawned on her and she gave a laugh and playfully
smacked me on the arm as she had fallen for another ridiculous tale. I
had selected Farah next because I always sensed that she was highly
sexed but was never getting enough of it. She fizzed with an energy which
was highly detectable to me, fuel just waiting to be harvested and it was
clear that she had no reliable place to direct this energy. It was

interesting that she remained so slim, for she did no exercise other than
walk and ate a lot of rubbish, not that that was my concern. I saw her as a
well that needed to be tapped in to, a well that would geyser by way of
response and I wanted to consume that response, that fuel, as she
erupted when I became intimate with her. There was little doubt that in
experienced hands she would go off like a firework.

There was one issue, only a minor one, but one which need to be taken
into consideration , she had a boyfriend. Now, you might think that the
presence of a boyfriend would prove a problematic obstacle since firstly,
he would be present and thus prove to be a bar to her seduction and
secondly, if Farah was not particularly concerned about allegiance to her
housemate she might feel guilty for cheating on her boyfriend. However,
the relationship that they had faced its own complications which
contributed to the fact that she was not being satisfied. Farah had strict
Muslim parents who had determined that she was to have an arranged
marriage The fact that she had a boyfriend was regarded as an act of
defiance and one which caused repeated friction between Farah and her
parents. In their home town, she had explained to me, she and her
boyfriend would met up in the local library. She told her parents she was
going there to study. She had to go to the library rather than go
elsewhere because her father had local taxi drivers following her and
spying on her, reporting where she was going, something she had found
out to her detriment when in the past she had lied about where she was
actually going. This meant that it was difficult for the two of them to be
alone in their home town, however they thought that it would be easier
once she was at university.

Her boyfriend did not go to university, he was working and would, at a
weekend drive to come and see Farah at university although the visits
were not frequent because of his and Farah´s fear of detection by her
parents. I recall one occasion when I was at the house and was in bed
with my girlfriend and I heard some sort of commotion from downstairs.
It was nearly midnight and I was reading whilst my girlfriend slept. I
nudged her awake and said
“Can you hear that?”
“What?”
“Listen,” I instructed.
We could hear raised voices coming from downstairs. My girlfriend sat
up quickly at the detection of the noise.
“Sounds like Farah,” she commented and I nodded. The other voices
were older and were raised. I climbed out of bed, just wearing my
underwear and made to the door.
“What are you doing?” asked my girlfriend.
“Finding out what is going on,” I replied over my shoulder as I heard her
get out of bed also. I opened the bedroom door and walked on to the
landing. Kinnary in the adjoining room had been disturbed by the noise
and was stood in her doorway looking concerned. She glanced at me and
then averted her gaze, not because she was repulsed by what she saw, but
rather she was religious and should not be looking on semi-naked men,
something which amused me and I did nothing to cover up, her slight
discomfort entertaining me. I leant against the bannister and listened.
“Why have you come here?” asked Farah.
“He is here isn´t he?” demanded a male voice.
“No dad, he isn´t,” she replied. Ah father and presumably mother had
decided to pay a visit on their daughter. At midnight. How thoughtful.
“Don´t you lie to me,” threatened her father.

“I´m not.”
“Farah, we know he is here, we know you continue to see him despite
being told you must not.”
“I am not seeing him, I told you that,” lied Farah. He had visited only a
week or so ago. I took note of her willingness to lie. Useful.
“You are,” insisted the father.
“I am not,” responded Farah defiance rising in her voice.
“Let me upstairs, I want to check,” demanded her father.
“Dad, you are not going upstairs, you are disturbing the house and
embarrassing me turning up like this.”
“Come on, let´s go back to bed,” whispered my girlfriend. “Leave them to
sort this out.”
“In a moment,” I smiled. I saw an opportunity for a little shithousery. “I
need the bathroom.”
The door to the bathroom was at the top of the stairs and I knew that
they would see a pair of naked male legs. Given that all of the occupants
of the house were female, the parents would make the incorrect leap of
logic and assume that I was the boyfriend. That would crank things up a
bit and provoke a reaction so I could join in the entertainment.
“Wait a bit,” urged my girlfriend but I waved her concerns away and
strode along the landing, stomping a couple of times to make sure those
below heard me. I walked to the top of the stairs, stopped outside the
bedroom door and waited a brief moment.
“He is there!” came a shout from the father.
“He is not!” retorted Farah. She then issued a cry of surprise as a middle
aged Pakistani man started to make his way up the stairs. I considered
darting in to the bathroom so he did not get a clear look at who it was but
decided I preferred to see his dismay when he realized I was not the

boyfriend. I stood my ground as he reached half way and halted when I
came into full view.
“Oh, you´re not Mike,” he muttered, visibly disappointed not to have
found his quarry.
“Nothing wrong with your eyesight, just your timing,” I replied.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I was going to the bathroom, why, did you want to watch?” I asked him
and smiled. He shook his head as if trying to dislodge an image in his
mind. I saw that he was looking towards Farah´s room.
“There´s nobody in there,” I told him.
“I want to check.”
“ I want to use the bathroom in peace but so far that has not happened,”
I answered. He wanted to go to the bedroom but I was barring the way
and he clearly sensed that I was not getting out of his way either. It was
one thing for him to barge past his tiny daughter, another thing
altogether to try to get past an athletic and fit fellow decades younger
than him.
“I think it is time you left,” I announced. I could see the mother and
Farah looking expectedly up from the foot of the stairs.
“Are you sure he is not here?”
“Positive. I´ve no need to lie to you, come on, you ´ve had a wasted
journey,” I stepped forward. I ensured that my unblinking gaze was fixed
on his. I wanted him to retreat and shrink away from me. This was where
my height and physique, which was on display, combined with an air of
steely menace was most useful. He remained where he was. I advanced
down two stairs as he looked towards Farah´s room as if evaluating what
to do and then he turned and with an exasperated grunt he started to
descend.
“We should talk with Farah,” cautioned the mother.

“There´s nothing to discuss,” he retorted. Farah stared at the ground as
her father brushed past her motioning for his wife to leave. I continued
down the stairs until I halted on the final step, maintaining a distinct
height advantage as he headed down the hallway to the ajar front door. I
noted Veronica was stood in her doorway silently watching proceedings.
The mother said good bye to Farah, kissing her on the cheek and
scurried after her husband.
“At least there will be no traffic,” I called after the duo waving them off
with a smile.
The pair disappeared into the dark as Farah went a closed the door,
locking it. Veronica turned back in to her room an unimpressed look on
her face, evidently not appreciating this intrusion at such a late hour.
Farah walked back from the front door.
“Thank you HG,” she said “He was scared of you,” she explained. I
nodded feeling a surge within me.
“You okay?” I asked her placing a hand on her arm. She nodded and then
smiled at me. “I had a knight chase off the dragon.”
I gave a short laugh as I drank in her appreciation and gratitude. I had
now established considerable credit at the Bank of Farah and I would be
cashing that credit in, soon enough. Not that night, the timing was not
right and besides my girlfriend was still listening upstairs, but I would be
able to make use of this gallant act as part of my ensnarement of Farah in
the very near future.