‘I’m going to head back.’ He announced across the quiet room where even the clock had held its breath during the two minute silence.
‘Well it was never going to work out was it?’ She replied matter-of-factly, pairing up the socks and poking her fingers through the holes in the thick black sports socks belonging to the man of the house.
‘No, suppose not.’ He watched her working methodically, pushing her hand into the socks and turning them the right way. The sunlight burst through the large kitchen window, brightening the dull afternoon and drying up the rain. She finished her chore and opened the quiet washing machine, pulling out the damp clothing onto the chair she’d pulled across the floor.
‘You’ve been a good friend, thank you.’ He said softly struggling for the right words.
‘And you’ve not tried anything on.’ She replied and saw his mind work.
‘Not for want of trying.’ He thought. He caught her smile and gave a short laugh and stared at the blue lino with the paint spots from the garden furniture.
‘Are you sure you want to go?’ She asked surprising herself.
‘I think its best, don’t you?’ He looked at her, his big brown chocolaty eyes twinkled in the sunlight and she blushed, and he laughed again.
‘You’ll stay for coffee at least.’ She rose to flick on the switch but he beat her to it, pulling two mugs from the cupboard beside his head and working his way around the kitchen preparing the brew. She wandered in and out hanging out the washing on the damp line, the sun bright and the sky blue, hardly seemed right after the torrential downpour for the best part of the day. He stepped out into her back garden, the sun welcoming him with both arms wrapping her warmth about his body.
‘I’m sorry.’ He said.
‘What for?’ She asked pegging his boxers to the line and pausing a while.
‘For Cheryl and CJ, for losing you a friend.’
‘It’s alright.’
‘No its not, you acted like a friend and I acted like the arsehole I always am.’
‘Cheryl was ok till she met you. She had her head screwed on, was going places, could have travelled the world, her and the laptop, that clapped out motor, the cat. Then you entered her world and all hell broke loose.’ Debbie sighed resignedly and looked at him, squinting against the sunlight between them. He was good looking bloke was Brendan and it was hard to switch off her feelings for him but she’d tried and she’d succeeded for a while.
‘I’m amazed you didn’t…..’ He let the sentence trail as she hesitated and looked away. Picking up another handful of washing and pegging it out she responded:
‘Why do you think I was sitting on my hands the whole time?’ He gave another short laugh which broke into a wider laugh and she grinned, hiding her blushes behind the white shirt of her husbands.
‘Not once, in all that time did you try and make a pass at me? I can’t believe it, I must be losing my touch.’
‘My hands will never be the same again, well and truly sat on, several times a day, have you ever tried typing with pins and needles, have you?’ She peered out of the washing and it seemed a serious question she required answers for.
He shook his head and grinned. The kettle clicked belching steam in the small confines of its space, the condensation dribbled down the cupboard and onto the unit as he entered and made the drinks.
She leaned against the kitchen sink, her hands either side of her, gripping the edge as if she would fall if she didn’t. The starlings were busy gathering their nest supplies in the garden and occasionally squabbling broke out amongst them. Today she wasn’t concerned about the garden activity, the one man who made her feel warm inside, the one man she had hidden from the Police when CJ had been worked over was leaving and she suddenly didn’t want him to go.
‘If things had been different, d’you think you’d have stayed?’ She asked as he stirred her coffee mug and passed it across the cooker towards her.
‘No, maybe not. You’re different from the others, you’re not wanting to leap into bed with me first chance you get.’ He replied licking the spoon and turning her insides to goo.
‘You never once made a move on me, you came into the house as scared and as white as a rabbit caught in the headlights. What was I meant to do?’ She replied.
‘I must have screwed up your sleeping arrangements, what did you tell your husband?’
‘I said, I’m just taking a man into my bedroom, going to shag his brains out don’t disturb me, you can come in when I’m done.’ She said quickly and saw his mouth fall open, and grinned.
‘You didn’t.’ He remarked.
‘I did. What was he going to do? He didn’t marry me, he married an extension of his mother, I cook, clean wash, do all the usual necessary things, but the one thing I really want. So I have you, had you, for less than a week, hiding in my cupboard, sleeping in my bed, listening to my poor taste in music. I had a man in my room, thankfully not farting too much, someone to hold and to feel close against.’ She spoke quietly towards the end, soft and almost as though the memory was too sad to mention.
He put down his coffee mug and walked towards her, his eyes studied her face, her deep blue eyes, he brought his right hand up and stroked down the side of her face and she closed her eyes and felt her skin tickle. Just having him touch her made her stomach surge with butterflies, he smiled inwardly and as she opened her eyes he gently leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. He brought his hands around her shoulders, and caressed her body as her arms found their way around his neck and she ran her fingers through his hair. She felt him against her, pressing her, pinning her against the sink unit, she wanted him so badly, she didn’t know why he would want her. She pushed him back, breathing heavily and hot, she couldn’t understand why she’d reacted.
‘This isn’t me.’ She said, feeling her eyes stinging with tears, she touched her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue and didn’t know what to do next. He felt his old self slipping back in like a glove and forced the feeling aside. He could quite easily laugh it off with sarcasm as before, but somehow it wasn’t right, she wasn’t the same as the others, he wasn’t the same as before.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘No, I wanted it, I so wanted it.’ She felt herself cry, an emotion contained for so long, a feeling of closeness with a man she hardly knew, that was berated by every woman scorned by him, but she didn’t care. She knew there were dangers becoming entangled with him, she was still married, had two lovely children and an insane dog, but suddenly those things hadn’t mattered in that insane few moments of closeness.
She reached out a hand and touched his shirt, the warmth from within, the scent of his aftershave still as strong wafted towards her as he stepped towards her again.
‘It’s not fair.’ She said fighting with her tears and emotion. ‘Why do I have to be the sensible one, why do I have to make the decisions all the time to please everyone else?’ She breathed heavily, fighting the urge to cry against his shoulder and be someone pathetic like Cheryl had been, she didn’t want to be like that.
He put his arm around her and held her close, she could hear his heart pounding against his chest, the pulse in his neck throbbed and she found herself kissing it and feeling his warm skin against her lips.
‘I’m such a child.’ She found herself saying and felt him laugh. He rubbed her shoulders and back and held her tight, as she clung onto him.
‘I should go.’ He said releasing her suddenly and she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and sniffed.
‘Yeah, you should.’ She said not looking up. ‘Have you got everything, toothbrush, passport, sunglasses, car keys?’ She looked up at him briefly, any longer and the flood gates would open.
‘Yeah, all packed.’ He brought his right hand up and wiped the tear falling down her face and smiled through an emotion he wasn’t prepared for.
‘Stay in touch, yeah.’ She said as she watched him walk into the hallway to lift the bag beside the door and his coat from the hook.
‘Sure.’
‘Goodbye then.’ She said, her voice wavering, she gripped onto the kitchen sink, her legs feeling as though they’d give from under her.
He held out a hand for the door and stopped. It was wrong, to just leave and walk away, she’d risked everything for him, but he couldn’t stay, he knew that. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, but she had nothing he could possibly want, could possibly gain from. She lived in a rented house, she had £4 in her pocket to see her through till the next week. She had a husband and he was loving in his own way, he could whack him over the head and make him see sense, but whacking people over the head had brought him running in her direction. He heard her sniff, the emotions of letting go were getting too much to hold back. He turned to face her and saw her hand come up to her face and wipe the tears. He lowered the bag, strode back towards her and tilting her head up, kissed her with a passion she wasn’t expecting, but reciprocated it and they held each other in a long embrace. She felt him close against her and this time she didn’t push him away, she let him take her against the unit, pushing the kettle against the wall and slopping the coffee in the mugs causing a disaster on the cleaned units.
She felt him enter her body, she had never been taken like that before and it felt like a drug she didn’t want to end, a dream that should never be woken from. When it was over, she didn’t know what to feel, elated, excited, worried, she lay there beside him, feeling him kiss her on the bare skin that was available to him. She had reached a climax she’d never experienced before and if nobody else was going to say it, then she would. Brendan Block was a serious good fuck and she’d finally given in to temptation.
He lifted the bag from the floor and turned the handle to the front door. She watched him leave, her twinkle had returned, she felt revitalised. He grinned as he stepped out of the house and as he closed the door behind her and walked towards his car, she turned back towards the kitchen sink and beamed like a child receiving a gift she’d never forget.
‘You’ve been a good friend, thank you.’ He said softly struggling for the right words.
‘And you’ve not tried anything on.’ She replied and saw his mind work.
‘Not for want of trying.’ He thought. He caught her smile and gave a short laugh and stared at the blue lino with the paint spots from the garden furniture.
‘Are you sure you want to go?’ She asked surprising herself.
‘I think its best, don’t you?’ He looked at her, his big brown chocolaty eyes twinkled in the sunlight and she blushed, and he laughed again.
‘You’ll stay for coffee at least.’ She rose to flick on the switch but he beat her to it, pulling two mugs from the cupboard beside his head and working his way around the kitchen preparing the brew. She wandered in and out hanging out the washing on the damp line, the sun bright and the sky blue, hardly seemed right after the torrential downpour for the best part of the day. He stepped out into her back garden, the sun welcoming him with both arms wrapping her warmth about his body.
‘I’m sorry.’ He said.
‘What for?’ She asked pegging his boxers to the line and pausing a while.
‘For Cheryl and CJ, for losing you a friend.’
‘It’s alright.’
‘No its not, you acted like a friend and I acted like the arsehole I always am.’
‘Cheryl was ok till she met you. She had her head screwed on, was going places, could have travelled the world, her and the laptop, that clapped out motor, the cat. Then you entered her world and all hell broke loose.’ Debbie sighed resignedly and looked at him, squinting against the sunlight between them. He was good looking bloke was Brendan and it was hard to switch off her feelings for him but she’d tried and she’d succeeded for a while.
‘I’m amazed you didn’t…..’ He let the sentence trail as she hesitated and looked away. Picking up another handful of washing and pegging it out she responded:
‘Why do you think I was sitting on my hands the whole time?’ He gave another short laugh which broke into a wider laugh and she grinned, hiding her blushes behind the white shirt of her husbands.
‘Not once, in all that time did you try and make a pass at me? I can’t believe it, I must be losing my touch.’
‘My hands will never be the same again, well and truly sat on, several times a day, have you ever tried typing with pins and needles, have you?’ She peered out of the washing and it seemed a serious question she required answers for.
He shook his head and grinned. The kettle clicked belching steam in the small confines of its space, the condensation dribbled down the cupboard and onto the unit as he entered and made the drinks.
She leaned against the kitchen sink, her hands either side of her, gripping the edge as if she would fall if she didn’t. The starlings were busy gathering their nest supplies in the garden and occasionally squabbling broke out amongst them. Today she wasn’t concerned about the garden activity, the one man who made her feel warm inside, the one man she had hidden from the Police when CJ had been worked over was leaving and she suddenly didn’t want him to go.
‘If things had been different, d’you think you’d have stayed?’ She asked as he stirred her coffee mug and passed it across the cooker towards her.
‘No, maybe not. You’re different from the others, you’re not wanting to leap into bed with me first chance you get.’ He replied licking the spoon and turning her insides to goo.
‘You never once made a move on me, you came into the house as scared and as white as a rabbit caught in the headlights. What was I meant to do?’ She replied.
‘I must have screwed up your sleeping arrangements, what did you tell your husband?’
‘I said, I’m just taking a man into my bedroom, going to shag his brains out don’t disturb me, you can come in when I’m done.’ She said quickly and saw his mouth fall open, and grinned.
‘You didn’t.’ He remarked.
‘I did. What was he going to do? He didn’t marry me, he married an extension of his mother, I cook, clean wash, do all the usual necessary things, but the one thing I really want. So I have you, had you, for less than a week, hiding in my cupboard, sleeping in my bed, listening to my poor taste in music. I had a man in my room, thankfully not farting too much, someone to hold and to feel close against.’ She spoke quietly towards the end, soft and almost as though the memory was too sad to mention.
He put down his coffee mug and walked towards her, his eyes studied her face, her deep blue eyes, he brought his right hand up and stroked down the side of her face and she closed her eyes and felt her skin tickle. Just having him touch her made her stomach surge with butterflies, he smiled inwardly and as she opened her eyes he gently leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. He brought his hands around her shoulders, and caressed her body as her arms found their way around his neck and she ran her fingers through his hair. She felt him against her, pressing her, pinning her against the sink unit, she wanted him so badly, she didn’t know why he would want her. She pushed him back, breathing heavily and hot, she couldn’t understand why she’d reacted.
‘This isn’t me.’ She said, feeling her eyes stinging with tears, she touched her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue and didn’t know what to do next. He felt his old self slipping back in like a glove and forced the feeling aside. He could quite easily laugh it off with sarcasm as before, but somehow it wasn’t right, she wasn’t the same as the others, he wasn’t the same as before.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘No, I wanted it, I so wanted it.’ She felt herself cry, an emotion contained for so long, a feeling of closeness with a man she hardly knew, that was berated by every woman scorned by him, but she didn’t care. She knew there were dangers becoming entangled with him, she was still married, had two lovely children and an insane dog, but suddenly those things hadn’t mattered in that insane few moments of closeness.
She reached out a hand and touched his shirt, the warmth from within, the scent of his aftershave still as strong wafted towards her as he stepped towards her again.
‘It’s not fair.’ She said fighting with her tears and emotion. ‘Why do I have to be the sensible one, why do I have to make the decisions all the time to please everyone else?’ She breathed heavily, fighting the urge to cry against his shoulder and be someone pathetic like Cheryl had been, she didn’t want to be like that.
He put his arm around her and held her close, she could hear his heart pounding against his chest, the pulse in his neck throbbed and she found herself kissing it and feeling his warm skin against her lips.
‘I’m such a child.’ She found herself saying and felt him laugh. He rubbed her shoulders and back and held her tight, as she clung onto him.
‘I should go.’ He said releasing her suddenly and she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and sniffed.
‘Yeah, you should.’ She said not looking up. ‘Have you got everything, toothbrush, passport, sunglasses, car keys?’ She looked up at him briefly, any longer and the flood gates would open.
‘Yeah, all packed.’ He brought his right hand up and wiped the tear falling down her face and smiled through an emotion he wasn’t prepared for.
‘Stay in touch, yeah.’ She said as she watched him walk into the hallway to lift the bag beside the door and his coat from the hook.
‘Sure.’
‘Goodbye then.’ She said, her voice wavering, she gripped onto the kitchen sink, her legs feeling as though they’d give from under her.
He held out a hand for the door and stopped. It was wrong, to just leave and walk away, she’d risked everything for him, but he couldn’t stay, he knew that. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, but she had nothing he could possibly want, could possibly gain from. She lived in a rented house, she had £4 in her pocket to see her through till the next week. She had a husband and he was loving in his own way, he could whack him over the head and make him see sense, but whacking people over the head had brought him running in her direction. He heard her sniff, the emotions of letting go were getting too much to hold back. He turned to face her and saw her hand come up to her face and wipe the tears. He lowered the bag, strode back towards her and tilting her head up, kissed her with a passion she wasn’t expecting, but reciprocated it and they held each other in a long embrace. She felt him close against her and this time she didn’t push him away, she let him take her against the unit, pushing the kettle against the wall and slopping the coffee in the mugs causing a disaster on the cleaned units.
She felt him enter her body, she had never been taken like that before and it felt like a drug she didn’t want to end, a dream that should never be woken from. When it was over, she didn’t know what to feel, elated, excited, worried, she lay there beside him, feeling him kiss her on the bare skin that was available to him. She had reached a climax she’d never experienced before and if nobody else was going to say it, then she would. Brendan Block was a serious good fuck and she’d finally given in to temptation.
He lifted the bag from the floor and turned the handle to the front door. She watched him leave, her twinkle had returned, she felt revitalised. He grinned as he stepped out of the house and as he closed the door behind her and walked towards his car, she turned back towards the kitchen sink and beamed like a child receiving a gift she’d never forget.
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