More Chapter 4:
He looked me over once I was safely on my feet before he turned me around so that I was facing away from him. His hands were warm and his touch was gentle as he felt every inch of my skin. His right hand pulled me closer to him before moving down, grazing my pelvic bone and finally between my legs. His left hand groped at my chest and smoothed over my stomach. It didn’t take long before I was worked up and the effects of his busy hand movements became apparent. My breathing became pants and moans.
“Fuck! Don’t stop!” I encouraged him, he knew what I wanted.
My body shivered and jerked a little after his long and loving time he spent pleasing me, my legs felt weak through the pleasure and light headed-ness.
He kept me close to him as I caught my breath and balance. His grip loosened as I turned around and kissed my way down his body until I was on my knees.
He let out a soft moan as my lips touched him, one of his hands cradled the back of my head, following through with its movements.
I looked up at him, keeping eye contact, he pulled me up and helped me to my feet.
His one track mind seemed clouded with lust as he didn’t dwell on the thought that we were in one of the most inappropriate places for sex. Although my mind was largely preoccupied with the act taking place, it still worked and told me that we should have thought this through better, no matter how spontaneous his urges and physical advances were.
He was being dominant and rough, he held me in tight grips and holds of which I was sure would probably leave marks. Under normal circumstances it would have been painful but adrenaline was pumping through us both and pain was non-existent. I was able to claw at his shoulder blades with my fingernails without him flinching or wincing, leaving my mark on his skin temporarily.
Once satisfied, we held each other close as if we would loose each other if we let go. Our skin matched, both with a glossy finish from the heart racing activity. His fingertips pushed the hair from my face and looked in my eyes. We shared a kiss to ‘seal the deal’ before I removed myself from his lap, he was sat on one of the chairs from around the table.
He too got up and he busily picked up clothes but he paused to talk.
“Go upstairs and run the shower. I’ll join you in a minute.”
I nodded and made my way up the stairs before operating the controls to the shower. It was awkward. You had to be stood in the bath to be in the shower. It didn’t make the idea of the two of us jumping in the shower together seem romantic, just more of a hassle.
My body was already covered in water and the droplets ran down the natural curves in my body’s shape, as he arrived. He joined me, executing his entrance rather well. An 8/10 and definitely improving!
I squeezed shower gel out of the bottle and into the palm of my left hand. I then rubbed my hands together before running them both up and down his front and along his wide shoulders, I could feel the imprinted marks that I had made on his back.
I let the water rinse away the soap before I carefully felt over the temporary scars again.
“Do they hurt?” I asked him, concerned that I had actually damaged him.
“No, not really.” He replied. “I didn’t know they were there.”
I tenderly kissed each of the wounds, I was glad he had been numb for the receiving of them. He inspected my body looking for bruises or signs of his rough handling, they were minimal being so recent.
He returned the soapy rub down and turned me around once again, telling me to relax. His fingertips ran through my hair, brushing at my scalp. Massaging my head and making sure the shampoo covered all my hair, he made sure that none went in my eyes as he washed it all out.
We switched places, ensuring that he was able to wash his own hair efficiently, I took this time to apply shaving foam to my legs, it felt soft and silky as it clung on to my wet skin. I loved the feel of it and took pleasure in dragging this process on for as long as possible. He had finished washing and watched what I was doing.
The razor glided swiftly up in one smooth movement, revealing my now soft and exposed skin beneath the layer of foam.
After a few strokes, he stepped my hand and took the razor.
“Let me do it. Rest your foot on the edge of the bath.” He instructed.
I did as I was told and braced myself. He was slow and took his time being precise, making sure he knew what he was doing before he put the blades to my skin, after the first he felt the ‘new’ skin, inspecting his job. Content - he continued, he was able to pick up speed and became quite agile with the instrument once he had finished making sure I was hair-free. I thanked him and followed on with praise, he had managed to avoid any shaving cuts completely, something that I was notorious for doing. They stung like a bitch, especially on the ankles and the knees.
He used the excuse of having shaved my legs to run his hands up and down my legs multiple times.
With the washing over, we both got out of the water and back on to dry land. He held out a towel and wrapped it around me before getting himself one too.
Walking into the bedroom after him, he moved the case - without throwing the neatly folded contents on the floor and gestured for me to sit down on the big bed.
He found a hair brush from the dresser and sat behind me, beginning to brush through the tangles and knots that my hair matted itself into after a shower.
It was quiet. There was no-one else, just us two. There was no noise from the TV, no sounds of the neighborhood kids screaming or even our biggest downfall - a phone ringing or going off. It was pleasant to be together, calm and peaceful.
He handed me one of his shirts along with one of my bras and underwear, all piled together messily. Shaking the shirt caused my floral, lace bra to fall onto the bedsheets, a matching pair of briefs joined it. I didn’t own the underwear, at least I hadn’t until now.
I smiled at him. He looked pleased with himself, some of his sneaky shopping trips were being brought to light and I was obviously pleased with them.
“Try them on.” He suggested. Holding his hand out, I gave him my towel so that I returned, once again, to being naked.
I stepped into the briefs and seductively pulled them up slowly. The slid up my silky smooth and freshly shaved skin before resting, clinging to the shape of my buttocks and hips. They fit well and seemed comfortable. I proceeded to put on the bra. I knew it fit well and enhanced my chest. It was my favorite. Adjusting it into place so that I was happy with it, I slipped my arms into his shirt. It was clean but his scent still lingered on the material, it was a smell that I loved so much.
I fastened the buttons somewhere in the middle letting the bra be slightly visible out of the top and the imagination do the rest from my thighs up, underneath the material.
“You’re making me need to take a second cold shower.” He commented, looking me up and smiling.
“You bought the lingerie… You knew how good it would look when I wore it for you… As for the shirt, I’ve worn it before, you know how revealing it can be and last time I wore it I had absolutely nothing else on underneath…” I teased him, knowing that his hormone driven mind would be well fueled with that statement.
I was right. His face had collected more colour to it than usual.
“What’s the matter? Can’t you handle me putting on clothes?” I laughed and left him and his mind to it.
I checked up on my emails, a few notices from work has been sent around and an email from Mum had arrived in my work inbox. She did that a lot, although I reminded her countless times that I would be more likely to get it promptly, if she sent it to my personal account.
I opened it up and found a few lines written. Dates of the wedding that they were attending, luckily next month, giving me time to recover from my first dose of parents. It was the line on the bottom that got my attention:
‘Everyone sends their congratulations and best wishes.’
Surely that was a bit much? Do you even congratulate people when they become in a relationship? I thought it through, revising the sentence. I stopped and stared.
She hadn’t, had she? I got that sinking feeling in my stomach as I began to picture it. My Mother telling everyone that she was to be a Grandmother. It made me feel a bit dizzy, I wanted kids but not now, not this early on. Unless there was a miracle, or a sudden act of God, I wasn’t pregnant.
I didn’t particularly fancy doing the whole ‘I’m pregnant’ speech.
I sighed. Deal with it when I need to, right now I didn’t.
I shut down the computer, watching the machine go through its sequence as it usually did until the screen was blank and all the lights dim.
It was getting late and I felt pretty tired after the excitements of the day. I dragged my feet along the corridor to the top of the stairs, he was lying in bed with the TV on, both hands behind his head looking thoroughly relaxed. I picked up the damp towels and folded them over my arm. I reluctantly went back downstairs, locked the doors and threw the towel into the washing machine. I could put it on in the morning. The rest of the house still seemed reasonably tidy, I was glad. It meant less work for me in the morning as I knew Mr. Lazy would probably find things to do which involved little work.
I finally jumped into bed with him. I had removed what I had been wearing and felt comfortable with the soft feeling of the sheets on my bare skin. He hadn’t bothered with clothes and seemed quite pleased that I had done the same when he cuddled me.
“What are you watching?” I asked, trying to decode the pictures on the TV.
“Some film that’s on, I don’t know what it is.” He vaguely replied. “It was just starting when I switched the TV on.”
I laughed to myself at how lazy he had been. The film was rubbish, the acting was dire and the plot was so predictable. It was perfect for me, as it sent my straight off to sleep. His chest would rise and fall with his breathing or a chuckle at a really cheesy joke, I was asleep before I was 10 minutes into the film.
I woke up at sometime after 0700, the sun was streaming through the curtains and any gaps it could find in between. It was bright and warm.
There was nobody next to me but I could hear the sound of the shower in the room next door. He must have carefully gotten up to make sure that he didn’t wake me, I never even noticed that he’d gotten out of bed.
I lay in the warmth of the sheets, the bed always felt so much more inviting in the morning when I had to get out of it than it was when I got in, of course it was better when he shared the bed with me.
The shower stopped and the house went quiet again. The sound of him getting out of the bath was audible, I sat up against the pillows, pulling the sheets up to cover my exposed body.
He walked in and we exchanged smiles. The sweet, husky smell of his shower gel clung to the air around him, it stimulated my senses and I felt more awake. He pulled on some clothes and inspected the pile of clothes from last night. He went to the draws and began looking through my things.
“Someone could get the wrong impression with you going through my underwear draw!”
He kept looking for what he was wanting.
“What are you going to wear for the party tomorrow?” He asked.
“I have a rough idea, I’m guessing it will be a smart affair.” I said.
“It should be.” He agreed. “I want you to wear that dress…”
He threw matching lingerie behind him and continued looking through the other draws.
I gathered up the lingerie and watched him, rather amused by his actions.
“Which dress?” I asked, he hadn’t really specified.
“You know, that one that makes you look really hot…” He was typical and didn’t know much else about it than that. “The one that makes me want to undress you.”
“Try the wardrobe, I think all my seductive and hot dresses are in there.” At least he noticed that I made an effort when I got dressed up.
He moved, his skin almost dry but his hair still damp. He opened the doors and continued his search.
He occasionally pulled something out and looked at it but then put it back again, it wasn’t what he was looking for.
I decided that he was never going to find it if I didn’t help. I put on the clothes he selected for me and ran my hands along his back, peering into the wardrobe along side him.
“Can you describe how it looked?” I asked, hoping for some help here.
“Red, it was a red dress.” He was getting slightly more descriptive. “It was low cut, both the back and front.”
I knew which dress he was looking for. I pushed passed him, the bra rubbing against his chest. My hand grabbed a hanger and I moved it out. The red dress hung loosely and showed off its beauty.
“YES! That’s the one!” He declared. “It looks better than I remembered… “
He had good taste, it was a dress to impress. The back was low cut, and halter necked. The front was low cut too but it was tasteful. The dress was long but one side showed off the leg underneath. Of course I couldn’t wear a bra but it wasn’t a dress that caused too much hassle to wear. Keeping it on seemed to be my biggest problem so far.
“Wear it.” He begged.
“Only if you promise to take it off me afterwards.” I needed something to look forward too, just in case it really was that traumatic.
“It would be my pleasure.” He grinned, kissing me. “I could give you an early sample if you’d like.”
“Don’t.” I replied knowing it wasn’t the answer he had ideally wanted. “I want you to surprise me.”
“You’re such a tease” He said with a sigh. “I don’t know if I can wait that long. I have all day, today and tomorrow to think about you in that dress and what I’m going to do to you…”
Who was the tease now?
“I’m going to get ready, you can make breakfast if it will help you keep it in your pants!” I laughed.
“Was that a suggestion or an order?” He provoked.
“It was whichever way you wanted it to be” I relieved him as I finished getting dressed.
He smiled and walked off. I hoped he was going to make food. I felt starving, as if I hadn’t eaten in days! This was a bit different as I never normally ate breakfast.
I spent time collecting all the remaining items we could possibly need over the duration of our stay and zipped up the case, it was still light considering it was packed for two of us. I carried it to the foot of the stairs easily and followed the smell of food.
Warm croissants were on the table along with cereal and toast. It looked great! My hands collected plates and bowls for us and set them at the table before taste testing the food. The croissants were heavenly!
He sat down to join me.
“Some-one’s got an appetite this morning.” He commented, noticing my greedy eating.
“I don’t usually.” I contradicted. “I feel like I haven’t eaten for days!”
He smiled and helped himself, probably a smart move at the rate of which I was going.
I finished my mouthful and then placed a piece of fresh toast to my plate. My eyes scanned the jars already on the table, jam, jam, jam. I raised from my chair and began searching through one of the overhead cupboards.
“What are you looking for?” He asked looking up from the newspaper he had began to reading.
“Peanut butter.” I replied sharply. “We’ve got to have some in here somewhere.”
“There’s loads of jam already out..” He hinted.
“I have a craving for peanut butter!” I told him. “The smooth kind, I don’t want jam, it’s not the same.”
I began to search through the various pots and jars.
“I mean, who even has jam on toast anyway?”
I closed the cupboard and turned around with a sigh, he looked at the toast he had in one hand and swallowed the mouthful that he had been chewing. He had jam on the single slice of toast. This was a typical awkward moment. They happened a lot but not as much as they probably should.
I sat back down in my seat and picked at the piece of toast.
He finished eating and folded over the newspaper before putting in on the table and looked up.
“Is it okay if I use the computer?” He asked being polite. He could do as he pleased.
“Sure, you’ll have to turn it on and everything.”
He gave me a smile as thanks and walked off.
I finished eating as well and began to clear the mess away. We still had an hour before we were due to leave and really just had to kill time.
I sat and flicked through the pages of the newspaper that he had already read. As usual the pages were dominated by sorrow and tragedy with little to no heartwarming words.
I got bored and threw it back to it’s place. What was taking him so long?
He eventually reappeared a short time later after putting the case in the car.
“Are you ready to go?”
We’d been driving for about an hour, I was busy with my head in a book to pass the time. The radio was on quietly but it was loud enough to hear. The voices were talking about music and then played a song before moving on to give out advice to listeners.
It began to cover lifestyle, health, diet and exercise and sex topics. Of course it was kept ‘clean’ for radio.
One man called in complaining about his wife and her obsession with flirting with younger men, the wife was 62 and the men around 20.
He laughed beside me. He obviously found it as disbelieving as I did.
We finally stopped at the services and I got out to stretch my legs and go to the toilet. I washed and dried my hands before heading back towards the car, I got to the entrance and was greeted with a cup of coffee.
“Thought I’d better get you one just in case!” He said, I was impressed at how organised he had been!
“Thank you! Caffeine sounds good right now!” I was tired and put it down to being trapped in a car for so long - travelling always made me tired.
“Well..” He began, putting his arm around me. “We’ve only got half an hour or so then we should be there. Of course that depends on traffic.”
We walked together towards the car. A woman with thickly applied make-up and orange skin was walking towards us, talking loudly on her gem-studded mobile phone.
“No babe, I can’t, you know I want to see you but I’m away on a business trip…” She told everyone, not only her ‘babe’ on the other end of the phone as she tip-toed along on her incredibly high-heels.
“Oh.. my..” I managed to finally say after she’d gotten out of hearing distance.
“That’s not attractive.” He said looking down at me.
“I never implied it was! If I ever get like that, PLEASE, shoot me.” I begged!
We both laughed rather loudly and the elderly couple that walked passed up gave us a disapproving look for noise pollution. It made me think we were teenagers causing a scene on the street.
We got back on the car and on our journey. I was getting excited to see where we were going, as we had come off the busy roads and into the narrower country lanes. It was a nice day, although it had started off cloudy and with threats of rain, it had now become warm and sunny.
The further we drove the more out of the way things became, we finally found a small town, it only had a few businesses and was spread out but the houses were big. It was tranquil, the roads weren’t busy and it looked like the place where everyone knew you.
We finally pulled up to the side of a house, in front of the garage. It was big. I guess this was what was meant by living the ‘high life’. There was an other car parked up to the other side of us. It looked up market and modern but not too flashy.
“Looks like Dad’s not home but Mum’s here.” He commented looking at the car.
I sat looking at my new surroundings. The house was surrounded by big green leaved trees.
He opened his door and went to get out.
“Are you coming or would you like to sit in the car all day?” He said cheekily.
I got out and still looked around me, there was an other house opposite this one but it was further back with it’s own track to it. There certainly didn’t seem to be any problems with nosey neighbors!
“Come on, we’ll just go in, I can get our things later once we’ve seen everyone.” He smiled as he came around the car and gestured for me to walk with him towards the door.
He walked straight in and held the door for me. I was welcomed by stairs straight ahead in the middle of the room. there were two rooms, one either side, The living room to the left and what looked like an office or study to the right.
The sound of the door being closed behind us caused voices.
“That must be them now!” A woman’s voice proclaimed sounding excited. The sound of heeled shoes on wooden flooring could be heard as an attractive 30-something year old woman stood with a glass of white wine in one hand. She was wearing a smart black dress that was short enough to show off her legs but gave her a thin looking figure. She had dark hair that was tied neatly back, her face was thin but not bony and she had blue eyes.
“If it isn’t my baby brother! Come here and give me a hug!” She chirped with her arms wide open.
This would be Emma then.
“Ahh! So this must be the woman that’s keeping you out of trouble!” She turned towards me. “I’m Emma, Rebecca is it? I’ll just call you Becca or Bex, it’s easier to say after a few glasses of wine!”
She held out her hand for me to shake it and then pulled it back and shook her head before gesturing for a hug instead.
I obliged, it felt a bit strange hugging a stranger.
“Shaking hands is too formal, we’re practically family and I do enough hand shaking at work!”
“Nice perfume your wearing, very classy. I can tell we’re going to get along just fine!” She turned and began to walk away.
“You better hurry up and see Mum because she has been waiting all day for you two to arrive.”
We followed on, he leaned close to me and with a smile whispered.
“I think she likes you.”
Walking through the living room and it’s big comfy looking sofas and chairs we found the kitchen at the back of the house, it was modern and well equipped. A blond haired middle aged woman stood from the chair she was sat at and threw her arms around her son before kissing his cheek.
“It’s so good to see you! You’re looking well, very in shape!” She commented looking at his figure.
“You must be Rebecca, lovely to meet you dear.” She repeated the same routine as she had done to her son.
“Take a seat you two, make yourselves at home.” She moved around the kitchen and pulled out two wine glasses from a cupboard.
“Your Father’s out, he had some work he had to finish off before he could be here to meet you both.”
She began to pour wine into each of the glasses and handed them out accordingly.
“So, you two are in the room at the end of the hall, it’s en-suite so you should be fine there. It’s not too difficult to find your way around.” She reassured.
I was still shocked at how pleasant our arrival had been.
“Thanks, if I look lost, just give me a gentle push in the right direction!” I told them.
Emma laughed the most. I think she probably just liked the idea of pushing someone!
We eventually all got sat at the table. I was sat next to Emma and the other two were sat opposite us in a square arrangement although the table was huge.
“Hey Becca, did he mention that he’s never stopped talking about you to us all?” She looked across the table at her brother who was having a separate conversation with Sandra, at least I hoped that was her name because that was the one I’d remembered.
“I’m flattered that he’s spoken so highly of me!” I laughed back a little embarrassed.
Emma picked up on my embarrassment.
“Don’t be shy! After tonight you’ll feel right at home, Dad should be back soon - I think he’s excited to meet you, we’ve never really met any of the girls he’s been shagging before.”
Sandra picked up on what Emma had said.
“Emma! You always get so rude once you’ve had a drink.” She was acting as if she’d never heard anything so vulgar in her life.
“Oh, come on! I can tell you that these two do not just kiss and hold hands…” Emma was right and she knew it.
Sandra looked over at me with an apologetic look on her face.
“I’ve heard worse!” I defended Emma.
“I bet!” Emma laughed and I couldn’t help but join her.
“Look, why don’t you two go and get your things in from the car, it’ll get it done and out of the way so that you don’t have to worry about it later.” Sandra suggested trying to move the topic along.
We both got up and abandoned the wine glasses and headed back out of the house to the car.
With him following behind, I went to get the case, he caught up with me and wrapped his arms around me.
“How did you find that?” He asked.
“Interesting!” I replied. “No, it went well, I think.”
“I knew you’d get along fine.” He said, sounding a little big headed. He pulled out the case from the car and passed my handbag to me from the front seat.
“I have no doubt, Emma says you’ve never shut up about me!”
“Can you blame me?” He asked.
“Well, no, it’s hard putting up with someone as great as I am!” I smiled.
He rested the case on the ground and took my bag away from me before picking me up over his shoulder.
There was the sound of a car engine and it stopped behind our car. He spun around to see who had arrived. I twisted around so I was able to see. An older man got out of the drivers seat and walked a few paces.
“Put the poor girl down! I didn’t realise that when you mentioned that you would be bringing someone with you that it would be a kidnapping!” The man laughed.
He put me safely down to my feet and shook the man’s hand.
“Hi Dad, how’d your work go?” He asked moving on from the ‘kidnapping’.
“There’s a beautiful young lady here and you want to discuss work?” The man said.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
“Dad, this is Bex, Bex this is Dad.”
I shook his hand and he leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“Pleasure to finally meet you, Bex. You can call me Ian if its more comfortable than calling me Dad!” We laughed.
“I do hope he doesn’t treat you like this all the time…”
“He’s a gentleman.” I smiled back.
“Well, I should hope I raised him well, especially when it came to the ladies!” It was surprisingly easy to talk to Ian, whether he was in the army or not, he certainly didn’t follow the stereotype.
“Anyway, let’s get in, I could do with a drink! You can tell me how much he paid you to mention how polite he is later!” He gave my arm a squeeze and headed for the door.
Ian was tall and still handsome in his middle age. It was clear to see where the likeness was between father and son. They both shared the strong blue eyes and dark hair although Ian’s wasn’t as dark and was highlighted with grey.
I picked up my handbag and looked at him.
“Did you enjoy that?” He asked, knowing that I had.
“Embarrassing you? No, you know how much it upsets me to do it, but I had to show a good impression to your Dad. It would have been rude not to!” I cheerily replied.
He gathered the other bag and walked towards the house.
“Well you certainly did that. Dad likes humor, if you’ve got it, he’ll like you more than if you’ve got just a pretty face. In your case he thinks you have both, obviously so do I..”
I smiled, things weren’t going too badly then!
Walking up the stairs and turning left, I followed him Dow the corridor, he turned to face a door on the right wall. The bedroom was more than we needed. It was en suite and had plenty of room. It even had a TV and chairs and a table. The windows on the opposite side of the room overlooked the garden.
I couldn’t believe that this was a ‘spare’ room. I decided that I was to begin saving so I might just be able to afford this type of lifestyle.
He dropped the case and lay back on the bed and kicked off his shoes. I guessed that he was tired from driving.
I inspected the room before turning my attention to the bathroom. It had a big free standing bath and a big walk in shower, as well as the usual facilities.
I walked to the side of the bed.
“I know hotels that are worse than this!” I explained, still stunned by the room.
“You like the room then?” He held himself up on his arms.
“The whole house! It’s impressive to say the least!” I realised how easily amazed I was, just give me a hotel room for the night.
He smiled and then looked at his right wrist for his watch.
“We better go and see what’s going on. I think Mum’s making dinner and she’ll probably want to run us by a detailed step-by-step guide of how tomorrow is going to go.” He rolled his eyes, Sandra obviously enjoyed detailed planning and precision.
We were warmly greeted as we returned to the table, Ian was sat at the head of the table, a space was left to his left for his wife, and Emma was then sat next to her. We both walked to the other side and took the two set places that were to Ian’s right.
Unexpectedly, my chair was pulled out for me by my gentleman in between him and his father, he did so and then sat down in his own chair to my right and opposite Emma.
Sandra was busy dealing with the cooking of a roast, beef as far as I could tell. Ian poured out wine, red this time and passed it round.
The food was served and we all began to help ourselves, he definitely got his cooking from his mother.
“Where’s Mark and Ethan today?” Ian asked down the table.
“Mark’s got work to do.” Emma pulled a face as she said it. “Ethan’s at home with him although he was wanting to see his favorite uncle this morning.”
“How old is he?” I asked, hoping not to sound too intrusive.
“Ethan is 3. 4 next April.” Emma swallowed a mouthful of wine. “That is one piece of advice I’d give you two right now, if you’re wanting kids, plan to do it right.”
Everyone was silent around the table, Emma realised that she had said.
“I don’t regret having Ethan at all. I just with we had been more prepared and planned to get me pregnant. I didn’t appreciate waking up a couple of weeks later, bent over the toilet throwing my guts up from what I thought was the worse hangover in history to be told by my doctor I was going to be giving birth in nearly 8 months time.”
Emma made it all sound so glamorous.
I was glad when I wasn’t asked to comment on the conversation.
We finished eating and Sandra set to clearing the table before announcing there was desert. Chocolate cheesecake or black forest fruit crumble. I love chocolate and knew that I was having the cheesecake immediately.
I emptied the last of my wine from the glass before helping to take some of the plates away to help Sandra. She was grateful and beamed at me when I walked towards the sink with them as if she was happy that there were more to wash up. I helped her serve desert before taking my place again.
A familiar hand went to my thigh and he leaned closer to me.
“Mum’s used to dealing with mess on her own so a helping hand will go a long way.” He informed me, speaking softly to not be overheard.
I thanked him for his parents 101 tips before concentrating on the chocolate desert.
“So, Bex, what is it that you do?” Ian started the predictable conversation. I was trying to decide if he knew already.
“I’m a freelance accountant.” I told him. “I handle the books for a few firms both big and small. The come to me instead of me fishing through an agency and paying out to a 3rd party.”
Ian nodded. “That sounds well paid.”
“It’s a comfortable salary at the moment but it does depend on the amount of work I get and what sort of work it is too. Believe it or not it can be quite stressful!” I added trying to sound relaxed.
“I can understand that, I know a guy who did some admin and finance for my unit, he said the pay was great, he was hitting almost 60k but he said it wasn’t for him, too stressful with the number crunching.” He laughed. “Maybe that’s why we all took the piss out of his filling and shit dental hygiene!”
Sandra poured me more wine, maybe I shouldn’t be drinking so much. Emma had gone to bed a while ago and would no doubt feel the hangover in the morning. I didn’t want to be the same but I knew I could handle my drink well.
“Are you two moved in together yet?” Sandra asked as she emptied the last of the bottle into her husbands glass, after her own.
“Not yet. I have a lot of stuff that’s managed to find home at Bex’s, its easier for work but we haven’t done the proper move yet.”
He answered before drinking from the glass.
Both parents looked fascinated, I joined them in this conversation; equally as intrigued.
The conversation resumed, unfortunately not going any further than that.
Yet again, I helped clear away plates, before moving back around the table. Sandra began to explain tomorrow’s events after thanking me for my help. I was stood next to my chair to the right and close to him as his left arm came around me and his hand stroked at the side of my left thigh, my right hand rested between his shoulder blades. Ian had noticed his son’s public show of affection, his eyes watching the moving hand before he diverted his stare, his face was expressionless and there was no way to tell what he had been thinking.
Sandra continued on saying that we were meeting at The Swan for 7 o’clock tomorrow evening, taxis are all pre paid for when we need them, if we need them, and it was going to be formal. She made sure to tell us that we had a room booked under our names if we would find it easier to stay the night.
I made sure to take it all in before I announce that I was calling it a night. I thanked them for the hospitality so far and kissed the owner of the hand on my thigh goodnight being sure that all eyes were on us. I made it to bed and managed to just get my clothes off before I fell asleep, I didn’t know how long he was going to be or if they were talking about me, all I knew was that I was tired.
More Chapter 3
Please note - I have used my name in this because it was easier for me to write it this way! Thanks!
He had come straight from work but was still prepared with the things he needed. Spare clothes and essentials in an overnight bag. For a guy he was extremely organised, not that I was a good example to compare by.
I’d made the house neat and clean earlier this morning as I’d been free from work since this morning and was for the rest of the week. I was stood washing the last of the plates and items from dinner, he was sat in the other room, at least I think he was, watching tv accompanied by the bottle of wine he had brought. It was his bargaining tool, I had made dinner for us both and he’d brought some wine, not cheap either.
Emptying the soapy water from the sink, I found a cloth to dry my hands with and made my way into the living room. I threw myself onto the sofa opposite the tv and next to him. I hadn’t realised how much work went into being a host to a guest, I’d been caught up with work and not had the motivation nor the energy to entertain these past few weeks. All this free time gave me an excuse to do it all, and by the sounds of things there would be a lot of it. No companies were looking for private accountants and until they were, I wasn’t needed. It was becoming easier to arrange when we would see each other as it was only organised around his work schedule.
He leaned forward and his fingers wrapped around a readily poured second glass and offered it to me, I thanked him and took it, I needed this. His now free left hand spread around me and encouraged me closer to him, my head rested on his shoulder, still turned enough to see whatever it was he was watching on the tv.
We sat watching and sipping wine until the adverts jumped on the screen, he made a move to go to the toilet.
It was strange having someone else in the house. Someone that knew where everything was and didn’t need directions. He had recently started to leave some of his belongings here, even if he wasn’t, it began to feel like we were both occupying the house all the time.
I sat hunched over the edge of the sofa and upturned the wine bottle before placing it back on the small table in front of me. Raising the glass to my lips and taking a drink, my eyes turned to see him stood in the doorway.
“I’ll get an other bottle if you’d like?” I said getting up, feeling only the tiniest bit guilty that I’d drained that one.
“Sure, you can if you’d like. You might need it!” he replied. I stood looking at him wondering why he was still and giving me an unfamiliar look that I didn’t recognise but with a smile on his face.
“You look like you’re up to no good.” I stated and shot him a worried look.
” Me? No, I just found this.” A blue material dress hung loosely from his fingers.
I closed my eyes and sighed, it was the fancy dress costume I’d worn to a friends Hen party. It was a pilot’s fancy dress costume and had all the details of buttons up the front, wings on the left breast and even a matching hat and underwear. The dress was short and was low cut to add to the sexy allure and hilarity of it all.
“Oh, THAT.” I said being familiar with the garment. ” Been going through my things have we? If you don’t watch it, I’ll have to supervise your bathroom trips!” I joked, knowing that he wouldn’t mind.
“Put it on.” He asked.
I moved closer towards him, wanting to pull the thing out of his hands and never talk of this again.
He didn’t move, his eyes fixed on me and his mouth a constant, mischievous smile. I stopped moving, still stood apart from him.
“It was embarrassing to wear the first time and believe me, I’d had far more to drink than this!” I argued knowing full-well that the statement was true.
He moved closer and closed the gap between our bodies and moved his head down, his mouth close to my ear.
“Strangers have seen you in this and you’re getting shy with me? I don’t know whether to be offended or not.”
His breath was warm and his voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. My eyes closed and my heart began to beat faster, my breathing quickened slightly.
“Put it on so I can take it off you.” He whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “You do want me to take it off you, don’t you?”
My hands moved from my side and I planted them on his chest. I moved them slowly down, feeling his body under the soft fabric.
“You know I want you to.” I spoke softly. “I want you.” I finished whispering as my hands came to a stop at his belt buckle.
His hands met mine and I was able to take the dress from his grip easily, he was no longer trying to hold it.
“Wait here.” I told him, feeling a switch in roles as I was now in control.
I slid passed him, my body rubbing against his as I went. I turned and made my way quickly up the stairs and into the bedroom, I pulled at my clothes, not being able to take them off quick enough. I pulled the dress on over my naked body, it clung tightly to my figure and breasts. Finding the matching underwear and white, lace topped stockings, I put them on and glanced in the mirror to make sure I looked alright.
I was surprised, it did look good! I reassured myself that being extremely drunk was probably the downfall for the last occasion I wore it and the reasoning for the many bruises!
I pulled a pair of dark blue heels out of their box and put them on. It seemed a bit pointless as I knew I would be kicking them off later but I also knew that I wasn’t going to stay clothed for much longer either.
I had been quick in getting changed, but I knew he had been made to wait longer than he’d wanted. I walked through the door and stood with my feet wide apart and my hands on my hips looking at him, who was now sat on the sofa.
He turned and stared, grinning like a child would with a new toy.
“Well, what do you think?” I asked, feeling far too confident for being dressed like this.
He kept grinning as I carefully moved towards him, he lay back into the seat and I swung my left leg over both of his straddling him, I was sat facing him on his lap. My arms outstretched and my hands either side of his neck, I pulled forward pushing my chest towards his, as if I were down on my hands and knees and whispered in his ear again.
“Someone’s quiet… Don’t be going shy on me!”
My mouth was a grin when it finally found his and his hands grabbed at the back of my upper thighs, moving upwards his hands moved the fabric of the dress up to reveal the underwear, his hands grabbed at my buttocks before moving up to my lower back. He moved forwards, holding me, now sat fully upright.
He managed to roll me over so I was lying on the sofa with him on top of me. His hands moved down the sides of my body and legs until his hands found the shoes, working on one at a time, he pulled each off slowly and tossed them aside. His hands felt up my right leg and kissed the skin above the lace, he slowly teased the item off my skin and repeated the process on the other leg. He gripped my waist and stood up, making sure our lips made contact as he went. He began unfastening the cufflinks at his wrists.
I couldn’t do much as I was sat down and quickly felt useless, I stood and my fingertips readily worked on the top button of his shirt before swiftly moving downwards. Once I had finished unbuttoning his shirt, my hands ran up the full length of his front and slipped the shirt off his shoulders and freeing his arms. I threw the shirt aside as he picked me up, my legs and arms wrapped around him as I laughed.
He carried me towards the stairs, as I noticed, I couldn’t resist my comment.
“I am able to walk, you know!”
Well done, just killed the mood.
He dropped me to my feet and looked at me.
“Really? A strong shirtless man is carrying you to bed and you offer to walk as if you’re going up a flight of stairs normally?” He said pulling a face at me.
Oh, definitely blown this one.
I thought for a moment.
“You wanted to undress me, you never said I was to sleep with you. Maybe I don’t want to go to bed.” I replied being as awkward as possible and looking a little smug.
He raised his eyebrows at me, both of his arms folded together loosely.
“Now you’re just teasing me!” He looked me over, from the tips of my toes to my eyes and back again. “It’s impossible for me not to get hard when you dress so seductively and take my clothes off!”
I grinned, looking at his bare chest, or what I could see of it, and then eyeing him up below his belt.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise how much of an… Effect… This would have on you…
“Me being dressed in a skimpy outfit…” I teased and slowly moved into him. “Would you prefer if I took it off?” I suggested.
My hands popped the first button free, revealing more cleavage. I didn’t wait for a response, I didn’t think he would able to think of words right now.
I moved as slowly as I possibly could, letting his imagination do the work as my tongue traced over my lips.
“Is this better?” I asked, biting my lower lip, once all the buttons were popped and he could see my partially exposed chest, stomach and the underwear beneath.
“Fuck, Bex” He said breathlessly. I felt proud, he never swore. “You… have no idea” He groaned at me. His breathing getting even heavier.
I pushed my shoulders back and my bust forward as I finally removed the dress, I was now stood completely naked apart from the underwear.
He stood in silence, only the sound of his deep and rapid breathing was being heard.
“How about now?” I purred, knowing that the teasing was taking its toll on him. The protruding lump in his trousers was obvious.
My hands gently felt the front of his trousers as I pulled at his belt, he exhaled loudly and moaned with pleasure as I finally got it unbuckled. His hands ran up and down my spine and exposed flesh before pushing the back of my head towards his face so our lips locked together.
My fingernails clawed at his back as he pressed his body onto mine, my breasts in contact with his manly chest. I gently bit his lip playfully as our kiss broke apart, I grabbed his hands and began to lead him up the stairs, him moving forwards, I, backwards. This time I let him pick me up like a doll. I was thrown into an over the shoulder lift, which was easily executed as I was stood above him on a step. His hands were holding me firmly at my hips and bum, making sure that he wouldn’t drop me.
He moved quickly up and into the bedroom before laying me on my back on the bed. His hands immediately went to the underwear and pulled them off, down my legs. I quickly stopped him and stood up, turning and pushing him on to the bed. At first he looked shocked but understood what was happening when I pulled his trousers and underwear off him, both at once.
I had decided that I’d teased him enough and chose to reward his patience.
Of course I had initially wanted to go to bed with him. It was stupid to even pretend that I hadn’t.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of the radio. The voice being heard was talking about how nice today was going to be. The clock radio had obviously got no compassion as it had decided to forget that I didn’t need a 06:30 alarm.
I rolled from my back onto my left side, leaning over the body next to me I began pressing the buttons randomly hoping one would cause silence. It eventually did and I sighed rolling back onto my back. The body next to me hadn’t moved, he was either used to rude awakenings or genuinely that exhausted he’d slept through it.
I lay for a while, trying to sleep when the phone made its annoying call. My outstretched hand found the phone at my side of the bed.
“Hello?” I said groggily into the receiver.
“Becca, are you up?” Jenna’s voice asked.
“I wasn’t until you called”
“Sorry, thought you’d be getting ready for work. Look, I’ll come round after we’ve done morning rounds and I’ve made sure no-one’s dying.”
How thoughtful of her.
I looked at the man lying beside me. There was no way I was kicking him out just to save the interrogation with Jenna. He did look kind of cute when he was sleeping.
“Okay, I guess… Jenna, there’s-” I began but she cut me off.
“I’ve got to go, Doc’s giving me evils. You can fill me in later, I think you owe me all the gossip!” She hung up before I could agree or decline. Everything always had to be fast paced and rushed for Jenna, that’s how she lived. I preferred the relaxed and organised method of living but somehow I managed to get led astray easily, especially recently. Everything was pretty unpredictable.
The phone left my hand and was back on the table again. There was a sigh from next to me and he moved onto his right side looking at me.
We smiled at each other, my hand moved to his face, my thumb stroking his cheek bone and skin, he hadn’t shaved yet and I could feel the stubble against my hand instead of his usual close shaved chin. It was an attractive look for him, I thought anyway. It made him look rough and ready.
His left hand moved up from the side of my bare thigh towards my hip and the curve in my side, his touch was gentle and loving.
“Are you always this popular at this time in the morning?” He enquired.
“Popular? How so?” I questioned.
“Phonecalls…” He began.
I laughed. “It was one call! And you were listening? Or is that a case of ‘selective hearing’?”
He didn’t deny it but laughed. I sat on his stomach, my legs either side, hunched over to be close to him. His hands couldn’t keep to themselves and he found the thinest part of my hourglass waist as a holding point. I pulled myself closer to him and I kissed him.
“We’ve got to get up.” I mumbled between kisses.
“Why would I possibly want to do that?” He breathed.
“There you go with your ‘selective hearing’ again.” I whispered teasingly. “Just because I have to get up doesn’t mean I want to!”
His hands stroked up and down my legs.
“In that case, I better make you some breakfast.”
I didn’t normally eat breakfast but certainly found both the time and appetite to when he was around.
“That sounds like a very good plan to me.” I praised his offer and got off his body. I found a robe styled dressing gown, thrown over the chair in the corner of the room and put it on. It was short but did the job. The mound of clothes on the chair reminded me that I needed to sort it all out and get some new things.
He began to choose which clothing he might need as I walked down the stairs. I remembered he had brought a bag of things with him but assumed he had left it somewhere downstairs. I got halfway when there was a knock at the door.
I swore under my breath and unlocked the locks and pulled the door open.
“For God’s sake! You could at least have put some clothes on, Rebecca! It’s not like you didn’t know I was coming!” Jenna joked, shaking her head at me. She handed over two milk bottles that had been left.
I gestured for her to come in, knowing that she would have anyway. I went to close the door but noticed the young postman dashing between houses and knew he would only knock if I did.
Jenna went in and sat in front of the tv, with the news on. The young man walked up the path sorting through all manners of parcels and post. He glanced up and noticed me.
“Morning, Miss.” He smiled obviously noticing how little I was wearing. I couldn’t help but think that this was becoming too much of a habit.
“There you go!” He said cheerfully handing over a handful of letters and two small parcels. He took a second look at me and with a smile wished me a good day.
I inspected the items briefly as I closed the door, juggling the two pints of milk and the post. Turning to see what was being said on the news, Jenna didn’t mention the wine bottle, the two glasses or the items of clothing that were thrown around. I wondered if I could only see them because I knew they were there or if she thought this was how I usually lived.
I felt two big hands at my waist as he walked past me and into the kitchen, I jumped a little, he had been extremely quiet and discrete. Jenna looked like a zombie, she was that engrossed in the current affairs so hadn’t noticed either. I listened to the news report before engaging in conversation.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked Jenna.
She went undisturbed for a moment before muttering back at me.
“Hmm? What? God, Bex don’t you think that David Cameron is such a twat?”
I sighed. She only watched the news to insult the government and she didn’t even really know what they did, but I agreed.
“Tea or coffee?” I asked again making sure she could understand the question fully this time.
“Err.. Coffee please, I have jobs to do today and I’m on the night shift again.” She justified her discision and returned to promoting square eyes.
I left her to it and walked though into the kitchen. I lay the post down on the side and put one of the two bottles of milk in the fridge. I walked over to the oven and the aspiring chef that was concocting something that I hoped would be edible. My free hand rubbed at his back.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked, placing the milk bottle down next to the kettle.
“I’ll take a whiskey chaser if you’re offering!” He joked throwing me a look that I read as him being proud of his joke.
I filled the kettle with water and switched in on to boil.
“Whiskey’s in the cupboard but I would say it’s just a little bit too early for that yet, dear.” I said in a disappointed tone. “How’s tea for an alternative?” I offered as I placed three cups in a row.
“You know I’m not one to complain.” He said suggestively. “Tea would be perfect, I don’t think I could stomach anything as strong as whiskey at this time in the morning.”
His eyes went back to the cooking, he was adding batter to a frying pan and I couldn’t help but smile. I loved pancakes. I grabbed the warm cup of coffee and began to walk through with it, I spied the blue material dress from last night and kicked it further out of sight, feeling my cheeks blush.
Jenna held her hands out and took the cup gratefully. She took small drinks and blew at the liquid in an attempt to cool it. I removed the wine bottle and two glasses from the table, Jenna’s eyes watched me.
“So… It was a good night last night then?” She asked, I wondered how long it was going to be before she couldn’t resist asking.
I smiled and looked at the floor so I wouldn’t have to make eye contact with her.
“I don’t know what you mean!” I lied sarcastically.
“Oh, come on, Bex! You have all this free time from work and you’ve recently been meeting up with some guy at a fancy hotel probably more times than I can count and you’re telling me that you just hold hands and cuddle? There is no way that you just decided to drink a bottle of wine to yourself with two glasses or throw your clothes around the house and live like a complete slob!”
I laughed, not realising how observant my friend could be at times. There was a sound of plates being put down on the table in the next room and Jenna’s eyes widened.
“You filthy, lying bitch!” She whisper shouted at me. I rolled my eyes, this was not the first time she had insulted me like that, it was often used as a compliment actually.
“He’s STILL here?!” She sounded a mix of anger, nervousness and excitement.
“Do you really think I was going to kick him out of bed because you had called and said you were coming round? He offered to make breakfast just before you arrived.” I said honestly.
“You are such-, you mean you’ve been sneaking him around like a hostage while I’ve been here?” She wasn’t getting this.
I rolled my eyes at her and moved to walk away.
“Feel free to come and have something to eat.” I told her.
She got up and handed me her cup.
“Don’t mind if I do!” She accepted.
She smiled and made her way towards the smell of food.
I waited a moment as I heard them making conversation, they introduced themselves. I knew he’d probably shook her hand, he was always polite like that, it was either something he brought to his job or a habit that it required.
Balancing the glasses, cup and bottle I followed the crowd. Jenna was sat on the right side of the room at the table quite happily helping herself to the food that was in the middle and placing it on the plate in front of her. There were only two plates at the table. I wondered if she’d stolen his desired and planned seat - It wouldn’t surprise me if she had.
They both looked at me as I placed the cup and glasses for washing in the bottom of the deep sink and placed the bottle on the side next to it.
“So Bex, this has been your dirty secret then!” Jenna said knowing it would cause me embarrassment.
I moved and sat down at the table opposite her.
“I wouldn’t quite say secret.” I replied back.
Looking to the right, he was slouched against the worktop with a plate in one hand and a fork in the other. The two plates at the table seemed intentional He seemed out of the conversation although it revolved around him, his eyes looked over the plate towards us and he smiled at my response to Jenna. He’d realised what I had done, it made me smile as we had our own ‘private joke’. Really, Jenna had no idea about the dirty part, I thought filthy should go in there somewhere - It definitely seemed more appropriate.
Jenna really couldn’t decide whether to be polite or go straight for the obvious and point out that I never denied the nature of our sexual relationship.
I placed the fork in my mouth and tasted the homemade food for the first time. It was amazing! The pancakes were small individual sizes and were fluffy and light. I finished the mouthful and opened my mouth to talk.
“Remind me that you can do all the cooking from now on.” I praised him.
He smiled back. “Thanks but I don’t know about that. Last night’s dinner was really good.”
He moved to the sink and placed his used items there and began to run the tap. Jenna watched him until his back was towards us before looking at me with a smile that indicated she wanted to laugh but was holding it back.
“What?” I mouthed at her making no sound.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled before mouthing back “Nothing”.
We sat eating for a moment before Jenna attempted conversation.
“Have you looked in Ann Summer’s recently? I meant to say to you earlier.” For Jenna this was a genuine conversation.
“No, I haven’t been in for a while. Hopefully I’ll be in town sometime this week for some retail therapy.” I answered.
“They have a 20% sale on and some pretty nice looking stuff in.” She informed me. “That reminds me, did you get that stuff from Sarah’s Ann Summer’s party that you ordered?”
I had to think back to what it was.
“Not all of it, no. I only got the bra out of the set, Sarah gave me an I.O.U for the underwear!” I laughed.
“Yeah! That sounds like Sarah! That’s a shame, which set was it?” She asked. “You might be able to get your pants in store.”
“It was one of the Knickerbox sets, black, floral something or other.” I said vaguely.
“Oh! I remember that! It has the lace on?”
“That’s the one!” I said only just remembering that there was a man stood in the room and with his finely tuned ‘selective hearing’, I was positive he was hearing all this although he never said anything.
There was the sound of the water leaving the sink and he began drying his hands. He returned the cloth to the side and walked over.
“I’m going to leave you two ladies to it, I have a few things I have to do around town.” He announced.
He pulled his car keys out of his pocket and made sure he had a piece of paper, which I presumed was a list and his wallet.
I quickly stood up and held a finger at him indicating for him to wait as I rushed to the front door. I searched through the draw in the little table in the hall and found what I was looking for. I walked back to him and proudly presented a spare key.
“Take it.” I told him. “You probably won’t need it today but keep it.”
He looked touched and a little taken back. His fingers went around the key in my hand and carefully removed it.
“Thanks.” He said a bit lost for words. “I’ll see you later.”
He gave me a kiss goodbye and waved at Jenna. We both didn’t move until we had heard the sound of the door closing as he’d left and the engine of the car starting.
“Jesus, fucking, Christ! Do you two just want to jump in each others pants while I’m here?” Jenna was almost shouting, astounded. “Here’s a key to my house for whenever you want to come round and shag me!”
“Calm down! It’s a key, big deal! He won’t even need it!” I explained.
Jenna looked at me. “Oh, I bet he won’t…”
“You’re right. He won’t!” I agreed.
Agreeing with Jenna would either: A) Shut her up because she can’t argue, or B) Get her angry/ even more vulgar.
“You really like him don’t you?” She said sounding sincere.
“Of course I like him.” I responded.
“No, no, Bex, you’re REALLY falling for this guy, as in marriage, kids, spend life together - like.” She emphasised.
“This is the reason that I don’t kiss and tell, especially not to you! You sound like Mum and Dad!” I moaned like a teenager.
“Hey!” Jenna said offended. “Dont go off on a bitch and offend Clare and Paul!”
I sat down. Jenna knew my parents well, they knew her too.
“I don’t know what this is, at first I thought it was just sex and I was up for that but it’s more than that. We don’t have to be naked or turned on to have a good time.” I felt like I was pouring my heart out and for some reason I doubted this ‘relationship’ for that moment.
Jenna frowned at me. “How can you not see the way he looks at you?” She pointed out. “When you gave him that key, I swear, I thought he was going to cry like a girl.”
“Whatever you’re doing, Bex, keep it up. He’s not going anywhere.” She insisted
I smiled at her from across the table and felt flattered.
Jenna sighed. “Cam will wonder where I am.”
Cameron was Jenna’s longtime partner, I’m surprised they hadn’t tied the knot by now and entered into Holy Matrimony.
I walked with her to the door. She turned and hugged me before opening the door.
“Give me a text, I like to know how you’re doing without having to make the effort to come round! Even if you do have some hunky chef on breakfast duty!”
“I promise I will. I’m going to catch up with Mum and Dad today so I’ll tell them to get in touch with you or they usually make me pass on a message.” I planned.
“Good! It’s been too long since I’ve heard from C and P!” She turned to leave and then turned around again to face me. “He’s getting you those pants.”
“Pardon?” I said. Thinking this wasn’t quite doorstep discussion.
“Your sex god, fancy man or whatever shit you call him. I’m telling you now, he WILL get you your missing underwear!” She declared, proud of her suspicions.
“I’ll let you know how that turns out!” I said hopefully, holding out my crossed fingers.
“You certainly will!” She shouted behind her as she was half way down the path. “Now go get some clothes on, you whore!”
After tidying up what was left of breakfast, I moved into the living room and picked up the clothes as I went. Grabbing his bag, it definitely wasn’t mine, I made my way up the stairs and into the bedroom.
I spent a good hour sorting through clothes and determining what I didn’t need any more. I changed the sheets on the bed and made it up fresh before deciding that I had done my domestic duties for the day.
I pulled on some clothes; a light blue sporty tank top, knee length black shorts and running shoes. I grabbed my ipod from the table in the hall and paused wondering whether to leave a note or not. I threw caution to the wind and decided not too, I was hardly going to get kidnapped and afterall, he did have a key.
Putting my ipod in, the music giving me a rhythm to run to, I began on my usual route after I’d set the timer on my watch. It lead my past the houses where I lived, up into the woods for a good few miles before completing a loop through some secluded little paths and back round home. If I ran fast I could complete the 11 miles in just under 50 minutes. I used to run a lot more than I do now and praised the fact that I was still able to jump into it whenever I wanted to.
Running let me clear my mind and concentrate on my breathing. I found it hard to stay focused though, as Jenna’s voice kept playing over.
‘You’re REALLY falling for this guy… How can’t you see how he looks at you?’
I picked up the pace and found that I was struggling to keep it up as I began through the woods towards the last leg of my route. I blamed last night’s activities and breakfast but kept going. I knew I would be feeling this later but knew I would only get annoyed with myself if I slowed down.
Finally, seeing the familiarity of the houses, I knew I was close to the finishing line and sprinted the last 800 meters or so, bringing me to the path in front of my house. I glanced down and stopped the timer and read the display. ‘43:52’
I was happy with that. Looking up I noticed the silver-grey car parked next to mine. He was back. Making my way towards the door, a voice shouted at me.
“Got yourself a fancy looking fella there, Missy.”
I turned to see Sam, my neighbor making his way over to me. Sam was older than me, by 10 years or so. He was always friendly and looked out for everyone, or that’s what he liked to call his nosey behaviour. His brown hair was starting to grey young but the majority was still a hazelnut colour like his eyes.
“Hi Sam.” I replied. Knowing that he’d probably decided it had long enough and that he and all the other nosey neighbors wanted to know everything about the man I was sleeping with.
“How’d your run go?” He asked, knowing I had completely disregarded his observations about having someone in my house.
“Good thanks, personal best!” I smiled back. We were a little lost for words.
“I better go and get showered.” I excused myself.
“Sure.” He said with an understanding nod of his head. “I’ll.. umm… Catch you later.”
I smiled back and waved as I walked towards home. As much as I liked Sam, I didn’t need him broadcasting my private life anymore than he already would. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d heard Jenna this morning.
I threw the ipod on the table by the door and followed the sound of rustling plastic bags.
“Hi.” I greeted as I came into the kitchen. There were quite a few bags and not all of them plastic.
“Oh, hi.” He said back, slightly shocked to see me in different clothes. “Did you have a good.. err..”
“Run.” I said, finishing his sentence for him. “I did thanks.”
I wandered around the big room and poked in a few of the bags.
“Hey!” he shouted at me. “Let me worry about the shopping. You can go and find something else to do!”
I held my hands up in a surrendering pose and smiled at him.
“You should have told me that yiu were going to buy so much, I would have told you not too.” I was gratefull that he had but wondered why. He ignored that I’d said anything and kept going.
“Right then, Mr. Housewife. I’ll leave you to it and get a shower” I walked away shaking my head.
I quickly showered, got changed into casual clothes and made my way to examine my kitchen again. It was empty as if no bags had ever been there. I looked around to find that he wasn’t in the house either. I sat in front of the tv and noticed that outside the window there he was talking to Sam. I was surprised that this hadn’t happened sooner as up to now, the inquisitive neighbours had only eyed him up from afar.
I felt like going out and being nosey myself. He had been caught by Sam midway between the car and front door with bags in his hands. These weren’t plastic bags. I felt like a nose neighbor looking out the window at them. I was still confused at how a few ‘jobs’ had resulted in all this!
Sam had finished interegating and let the stranger pass. I heard the sound of the door close and him walking through, the sound of his smart shoes on the wooden floor. He was up and down the stairs a few times and in and out of all the rooms.
He finally seemed finished and stuck his head through the door about 20 minutes later.
I looked at him, expecting him to have something to say, he didn’t. I turned back and gave the tv my attention. He stepped in to the room and looked over me.
“Are you ignoring me?” He asked a little confused.
“I’m not 12!” I scowled at him. “Have you finished your secret activities yet?”
“Yeah, I just had a few things to sort out.” He seemed relieved I hadn’t blanked him.
I snorted at him.
“A few things…” I laughed.
He sighed and pulled a face at me.
“What’s up?” He enquired, sitting on the arm of the sofa. “I’d rather you talked about it with me than you being snappy because it’s bothering you.”
I felt a wave of guilt rush over me as I knew I was taking it out on him. I moved from the seat and held his head in my hands, looking at him.
“I’m sorry.” I apologized. “You do know that you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone else or why you’re here.”
His facial expression changed as he realised what I was talking about.
“Let them guess all they like. I never told him anything, other than what was in the bags when he asked.” He didn’t seem at all bothered that he was still under neighborhood scrutiny although this was by far not his first time with me. “Unless you want to go around and discuss who you’re sharing a bed with, I don’t see why anyone else should care if it’s not them.”
He was even more attractive when he talked like that.
“Personally, I think they’re jealous.” I stated my mood picking up.
“Jealous of you sleeping with people?” He asked.
“No, of you.” I corrected him. “All they’ll see is you looking sexy, dressed up from work, with your expensive car and bags and bags of shopping.. What did you say was in the bags?”
“That would be telling. Keep complimented me though and you might get a clue.” He played.
We shared a ‘make up’ kiss.
I went to put on the kettle for a hot drink when he stopped me.
“I think we should have argued more, really fallen out and made a scene.” He shared.
I was confused.
“Why would we have done that? I didn’t think we were that bad!” I thought over.
“Because then we could have had an excuse to have mind blowing make up sex.” He suggested. “If everyone knew we had gone through a ‘rough patch’ and saw we were perfectly fine the next morning, they would have know what we had been doing.” He smiled to himself seemingly proud of the way his mind functioned. He was still sat on the arm of the sofa, I walked back towards him from the doorway and placed my hands on his things.
“But we don’t need to fall out and make up again to have amazing sex, that comes naturally..” I told him truthfully. “Next door can probably tell what we’re always doing!” I grinned at him, as he went a bit flushed.
I notice a flashing green light on the landline, a message had been left or a call had been missed. Scrolling through the options I found a missed call from ‘Mum and Dad’. Damn. I’d put it off too long and should call them to keep them at bay.
Pressing re-dial, I placed the phone to my ear and left to sit in the empty kitchen, leaving the man free to himself.
It was Dad that answered the phone.
“Hello?” He asked.
I rolled my eyes as he didn’t recognise my number and hadn’t read the display before answering.
“Hey, Dad its me.”
“Becca? It’s great to hear from you! We’ve been leaving you messages and tried calling you.”
It had began.
“Yeah, I’m sorry for not calling earlier. I’ve just been a bit tied up recently, some new commitments have come up and I’ve only just found myself with a bit of a break from work, so-“
“”Is that her?!” A new voice shrieked. Dad had put the phone on loudspeaker so Mum could hear. She hated being left out of a conversation. Especially if I hadn’t called in forever.
“New commitments? What new commitments?” Oh God. I could have worded that so much better.
“She’s with someone! You’re with someone aren’t you, honey? Oh Paul! She got a man!” This was the frantic and over-excited ramblings of my Mother. Although it was unofficially true, hey, we hadn’t even done the relationship talk yet.
“Clare, dear, I think you need to breath and let your daughter do the talking, afterall that is why she called.” My Dad was sensible and I admired how calm he was, it made sense for him and my Mother to be together, him the other half to the madness. I still didn’t understand the ownership of me being placed on Mum. I was pretty sure he was my Dad, either that or Mum had gotten it on with the Milkman. “Sorry about that, you know how your Mum gets when you call.”
I laughed. I knew full well.
I breathed, now was the time to bite the bullet and prepare for nothing to be made into something.
“If you really must know, yes.. I suppose you could say I’m seeing someone but it’s early days.” I felt a little relieved that I’d managed to get that out of the way, they knew and all I had to do was sit there at the kitchen table with the phone to my ear.
“I KNEW IT!” Mum shouted in an ‘i told you’ kind of way. “What’s he like? Is he nice? Do you like him?”
“Yes to all of the above.” I said, keeping my answers to a minimal volume.
“So, when do we get to me this mystery man?” This time it was Dad that asked. I was a little shocked that he was joining in the same game as Mum.
“Err.. I don’t know.” I answered honestly. “We’ll have to talk about it and I can get back to you, if you’d like?”
“Is he there now?” Mum snapped being nosey. “Go and ask him, do it know, we don’t know when you’ll next call and by then you could be married, expecting and living abroad. I don’t know if I could take that.”
As if he was able to hear the conversation on the other end of the phone, the subject of the conversation walked discretely into the room with the direction of the fridge in mind. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realised it was getting later into the day.
“No, Mum. I think you’d soon know if I’d left the country.” I argued trying to put her mind at rest. She knew as well as I did that I was happy and settled where I was and that Jenna would soon snitch on me if I did suddenly jump overboard and take the plunge into international waters.
There was a pause down the phone before she spoke again breaking the silence.
“You’re not are you?”
“I’m not what?”
“Expecting!” She said as if it was the most obvious answer.
“For Gods sake Mum, no. I’m NOT pregnant!” I found myself shouting down the phone at her without realising.
The noise of him looking through the fridge ceased as the word ‘pregnant’ left my lips. The fingertips of my free hand was massaging my temples.
“Well, how were me and your Father going to know if you don’t call. We just have to guess these things and hope for the best.”
“Did you really expect me to call you just to say ‘Hey Mum, just to let you know I’m expecting. It’s not big deal or anything.’”
I was getting moody again.
We argued about it for a while, Dad eventually came back into the conversation, obviously being too pre-occupied with something and had to leave for the duration of the pregnancy talk. The man in my kitchen was doing his appear to not listen, listening in technique.
We moved on and they told me how they were thinking of visiting in the next month or so as they had a friends wedding to go to in a small hamlet close by. I insisted that they could visit and even stay with me but they both were adamant that they would get in the way of my ‘daily routine’ and therefore would get a hotel room. I didn’t argue but knew exactly what they meant by it.
They gave me dates and said they’d know for definite if they would be coming next week and would let me know.
We struggled through the usual catch-up of how Mrs. Brown, my Parents elderly neighbor was doing. For some reason they thought I’d care.
We got to the point where it was dragging on. I wished them the best and told them I was exhausted from my busy day of doing nothing. They said their lengthy goodbyes and we eventually hung up.
I let the phone lie on the table in front of me and put my head in my hands. I was exhausted - it had been no lie.
It was almost deathly silent and I nearly forgot he was in the room. I pushed the chair back and felt a sudden thump of exhaustion.
I was given a concerned but silent look.
“I’m fine.” I managed to lie. “I just over did the exercise.”
Sliding off and throwing myself down on the soft substitute for a bed, I fell asleep almost as suddenly as my eyes closed.
I woke up a few hours later with a blanket over me. I realised that I hadn’t even gotten changed when I fell asleep. The small and kind gestures he made always got me the most. I was pleased that he hadn’t woken me, I felt refreshed and caught up with my sleep.
The sound of the radio could be heard from the kitchen and I followed it through.
He was sat at the table, his back towards me. His hands flicking between papers and charts. I walked up behind him and ran my hands down his shoulders. He turned to look at me. He didn’t seem to jump as I was sure I would have.
“Hello Sleeping Beauty!” He smiled. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better, thank you.” I replied.
“Good. I was a little worried.”
I moved round to his side my right hand gently moving along his broad shoulders as I went.
“You don’t have to worry. It was just a sign to tell me that I should run more regularly instead of when I feel like it.” My eyes were surveying the many pieces of paper he had on the table. “What are you working on?”
“Oh, nothing much. Just going over some old booklets that need reading through and checking to see if they’re current enough to be used.”
I nodded silently, all his work seemed foreign - my knowledge was extremely limited. I hadn’t booked any more teaching since we had gotten romantic.
“You could help me if you want?” He offered.
“To read over things I don’t understand? No, thanks!” I said pulling a face at him.
His hands grabbed me at the waist as I was attempting to walk away. He knew I was going to try and get out of this.
He pulled me so that I was sat on his knee.
“Oh. So this was a ‘you WILL help me, whether you like it or not! Situation?” I said in a tone that sounded a bit like I’d just lost a game of some sorts. I was quite happy being sat there with him.
“You don’t actually have to do anything.” He said. “Just stay here and keep me company.”
It sounded fair enough and I agreed, wondering how he could get anything done while I was being a weight on his left leg. He began to order papers and look things over. I got bored almost immediately.
I moved so I was sat better on his knee and whispered in his left ear. “Do you REALLY need to do this now?” I caressed the length of his jaw and chin before I kissed his lips. He responded immediately, showing consent and that I’d done the right thing.
He slowly pulled away and replied. “No, I don’t. I was just waiting for something better to do.”
“I’m always willing to offer my help.” I said.
After a moment of kissing and touching he looked at me seriously.
“Are you okay?” He asked. “You’re not too tired.”
I was a little confused but touched at his thoughtful manners.
“I’m not in work tomorrow, you’re not working tomorrow. That is the perfect excuse to be tired and spend all day in bed together.” I explained. He always seemed up for sex. “Right now, I want you and only you. I kissed you, stop talking and help me take my clothes off.” It felt a bit strange telling him what to do but he didn’t need telling twice and happily (without complaining) removed the lower half of my clothing.