Freya St David, 08 – Goddess Of War

Freya St David was a pretty nurse, slender and pale with strawberry coloured hair and she stood barely five feet tall.

She was a district nurse and on that particular day her first call of the day was on the fifteen floor of a tower block called Gladstone court.

Thankfully the lift was working so she didn’t need to yomp up 15 flights of stairs.

Her patient that day was Ben Lewis, a sergeant in The Downshire Light Infantry who had been severely wounded by an IAD in Afghanistan and was a double amputee.

His left leg had gone below the knee and his right just above.

His wounds had all but healed but that wasn’t where his main problems lay.

Freya’s job was to manage his medication and massage what remained of his legs or more accurately his stumps but when she started visiting him Ben’s main problem was a near terminal case of self pity and low self esteem.

 

Twenty seven years old Freya looked much younger than her years and she was a first class flirt.

And for a long time flirting was as far as she went until she found out that all the time she was being faithful to her boyfriend he was shagging her best friend and from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.

And it was such pleasures that restored Sergeant Lewis’s will to live.

 

On that day although her schedule was lighter than usual she wasn’t expecting a prolonged visit with Ben, as since her success at putting lead back in his pencil, the fiancé was back on the scene and benefiting from Freya’s good works.

 

As she walked along the landing a couple were just leaving the flat next door and as was her habit she smiled and said

“Good morning”

And genuinely expected the customary response of echoing the greeting but instead got something quite different.

“I’ll give you good morning you ginger slut” she bawled

“You keep your eyes off my husband”

Freya was not, despite her diminutive stature, averse to the idea or indeed the execution of launching the gobby bitch over the balcony but instead chose something that would enrage her even more.

She did think to say that if she wanted her husband she’d have him but thought that might be too inflammatory.

As she stood on the doorstep waiting for Mrs Lewis to answer the door.

She gave the husband another smile, this was accompanied by a long languid appraising stare followed by a wink.

And the man’s wife launched into a tirade of abuse which was made worse by the fact Freya smiled at the woman as she was raging.

The poor husband had to physically restrain her and manhandle her towards the lifts.

The last thing she was expecting when she said good morning to them was to be verbally abused and warned off to stay away from her husband by her patient’s gobby neighbour

In truth Freya hadn’t really looked at her husband and when she did look him over after the event she didn’t think he was anything special, but her curiosity was aroused.

Just then Mrs Lewis opened the door.

“Hello dear” she said

“I see you’ve met the neighbours”

“Yes” Freya said still smiling “she’s a colourful character”

“Well her language is” Mrs L said and then added “He’s nice though”

 

When she left the Lewis’s about forty minutes later she saw the gobshites husband walking back towards her.

Despite her smiley response to the initial assault Freya was actually quite hurt.

She’d never thought of herself as a slut, admitted she was not shy when it came to sex and the number of her sexual partners had grown of late but she didn’t see herself as slutty.

She was a bit angrier now the insults had sunk in and she was up for a fight so she braced herself.

“I’m sorry about earlier” he said completely disarming her. “My wife is very jealous and it makes her a bit crazy”

“Where is the pit-bull?” Freya asked

“At work” he replied

“Come in for a coffee, by way of an apology”

She was going to politely decline his offer but then she thought how mad the pit-bull would be if she knew she’d been alone in her flat with her husband, so instead she replied.

“That would be nice, thank you”

 

They sat in the kitchen and Freya was feeling very pleased with herself she didn’t really want to be there and he was as uninteresting to talk to as he was to look at but it gave her a buzz.

She looked at her watch and drained her cup and was about to leave when the phone rang.

“Excuse me” he said and went out to the hall to answer it.

Freya stood up and was about to put her coat on when she realised the conversation was getting a bit heated.

“No I wasn’t ogling her” he said and paused

“I didn’t notice” 

“Was she?”

Freya was aware it was about her because the pit bull was shouting so loud.

She couldn’t make it all out but she recognised words like ginger whore, skinny slut, boney bitch.

And that just made her mad again so she decided to get even, so she slipped off her coat.

 

After hanging up the phone he walked towards the kitchen door and prepared to apologise for his wife all over again but suddenly hesitated in the doorway as he caught sight of the skinny ginger slut sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.

He stayed out of sight not because he didn’t want to embarrass her but because he didn’t want her to stop, so he did the ungentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door.

Freya knew he was there and knew he was watching her and enjoying it and she wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he finally walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing as he approached.

“My wife wouldn’t like this, she wouldn’t like it at all” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth.

“She’s not going to get it”

Freya responded still fingering her crack.

But with her free hand she unzipped his trousers and tugged his engorged organ out through the opening.

Which was no mean feat one handed because although he was ordinary looking and uninteresting to talk to he had a very interestingly large cock

“I know you were watching me” Freya said “How long were you there”?” she asked between kisses

“Long enough” he replied

“Oh yes it is” she purred still holding his cock and tugging it towards her waiting pussy.

When he was inside her she hooked her skinny legs behind his arse and locked her arms around his neck and let him fuck her hard on the kitchen counter.

 

As she rode the lift down to the ground floor she was smiling as she thought about the not unpleasant nor unsatisfying shag.

It was not the best despite the size of his tool, she had had but she was glad she had done him in the bitch’s kitchen just to spite his gobshite wife.

It lacked finesses or even much technique it was just primeval sex, on the whole she thought she would not repeat the experience and decided the pit-bull could keep him.

The pit-bull declared war on her but Freya was victorious.