Excerpt Rainbow Dreams
"No. I thought he wasn't starting 'til next term?" "He wasn't, but it seems that Julie's mum is ill and she's had to take a sabbatical and he's falling in for her." "Oh. Well - what's he like?" "Drop dead gorgeous!" I had to laugh. To Jenny anything in trousers below the age of sixty and still with his own teeth and hair was gorgeous. Not that she was desperate for a man - she was just a lover of men in general. It was a pity that she came on so strong though, as she ended up terrifying any prospective partner. Actually neither of us were particularly over-run with offers from the opposite sex at the moment, but in my case it was just as much by choice as circumstance. I was working so hard that I hardly had time to sleep and eat, let alone keep a relationship going. It was nearing the end of term and when I got home from college in the evening I was swamped in examination papers. Still, it wouldn't be for much longer and then I could relax and take that vacation to England that I'd been planning for more than five years. My sister had married an Englishman and had been asking me to visit her there ever since. I must admit I had mixed feelings about the trip. My mind drifted back to their wedding. It had been my first time in England and I had loved it there. Full days of sightseeing and full nights of clubbing. My sister and her husband-to-be had been busy with their wedding plans so didn't have the time to show me around, and when they suggested that their best man could do the honors I was really grateful. It wasn't until later that I realized that they were actually doing a bit of match-making. Not that I would have objected if I had known though. From the moment I first met John I was lost. His dark curly hair and broad smile stole my heart and his wicked sense of humor made sure it stayed stolen. We had an awful lot in common and he was one of the few men I knew who seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. He was particularly interested in hearing about my job and I enjoyed regaling him with amusing anecdotes of my teaching career. One night, when I was getting ready to meet John for a meal, I realized that in two days time it was the wedding and the day after I would be returning to Canada. I couldn't see me being able to find the money for a return trip in the foreseeable future and John's salary was no better than my own. Up until then our physical relationship had been confined to a good night kiss when he dropped me off at my hotel. I think both of us would have liked it to have gone further, but were aware that there was very little future in it. Neither of us were interested in a one-night stand and it seemed we had an unspoken agreement to keep our relationship on a platonic basis. However, as the time fast approached when I would have to leave I was having second thoughts. I decided that I'd rather have a memory of one wonderful night together than regrets of what might have been. When I shared my thoughts with John over the meal that evening his first reaction was one of caution. He summed up all the reasons why it wasn't a good idea - but I could see his heart wasn't really in it. Eventually he admitted that, even though we had known each other for such a short time, he felt more for me than he'd ever felt for any woman before. That meal will be etched in my mind forever. We were so happy, just like a couple of love-sick teenagers, playing footsie under the table, staring into each other's eyes, kissing each other across the table. When we'd paid the bill we walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and made our way to the car. As I was fumbling for my car-key John grabbed me round the middle and span me round to face him. Even the touch of his hands on my waist was enough to turn me into a quivering mass of desire. As I lost myself in the dark pools of his eyes I knew that this was the true love I'd never felt before. Romance had always been missing in my life, but I had a feeling that tonight was going to be something really special. When we got into my hire car I felt John's hand on my knee, and when it started travelling up my thigh I had to push it away, as there was no way I could drive whilst he was doing that! It would have been disastrous if we'd had an accident before reaching his place. (Though looking back on it it may have been better if we had) Following his directions, after a ten minute drive, we arrived at his flat and as we got out of the car, he took me by the shoulders and said gently "Are you sure this is what you want?" "I've never been more sure of myself in my life before," I whispered, and, smiling gently, he took me by the hand, and led me up the stairs. It was the first time I had been there and I was impressed with its orderly state - unusual for a male living on his own. It wasn't long before we were lying in his bedroom. After all - we had so little time left together that, now we had made the decision to become lovers, it was a crime to waste a moment of it. The bedroom was small. In fact the only furniture in it was one high-backed chair, a chest of drawers and a three quarter size bed which took up most of the room, so it was natural that we should both sit on the bed beside each other. John slipped his arm around my shoulders, and turning my head towards him, our lips met in a deep kiss. I felt his tongue caressing my mouth and I shivered, realizing that just his kiss was enough to make me want him desperately. He began to unbutton my blouse and then his fingers traced the pattern on my white lace bra until they reached my nipple, and I sucked in my breath with the sensation. As he undid the laces down the front it parted to reveal my breasts. "Oh God you're beautiful," he said, and began to nuzzle my breasts with his lips. With trembling hands I undid his belt and then the buttons on his jeans, and I realized that he was already fully erect. As I was doing this he slipped off his T shirt, and seconds later he was completely naked. I was aware of him staring at me in admiration as I too removed the rest of my clothes. Being the first time that we had ever seen each other naked, we spent a few minutes just looking at one another. I saw that he had noticed the small tattoo of a ladybird on my shaved mound. I'd had it done as a dare when I was a teenager, and I was apprehensive of what he would think. I needn't have worried, as he smiled, and brushed his lips across the ladybird, before moving his mouth down between my legs. As his tongue began to tease my clit I shuddered. Gently he opened my lips with his fingers and his tongue flickered up and down until I was shaking on the edge of orgasm. Wanting to pleasure him too, I turned so I could take him in my mouth as he was taking me in his. By now both of us were so near the edge that we could feel each others' hearts beating against our bodies. Realizing this, without words, we changed our position. I laid on my back and raised my legs above his shoulders, so that he could enter me as deeply as possible. I wanted him to fill me completely, and with every thrust, to feel him deep inside. I moved my fingers between us so I could play with my clit, and as his thrusts became stronger and faster I could feel myself approaching my climax. Suddenly he began to moan, and with one final lunge he cried out and spurted his sperm deep inside me. This was all the trigger I needed. Screaming out his name. I rode the earth shaking tremors of my own orgasm. It was then that the hell began. Suddenly the door opened to reveal a young girl of about nineteen standing mesmerized in the doorway. I pulled up the bedclothes to conceal my naked breasts from her horrified gaze. "Oh my God. Kate!" John jumped out of bed, grabbing the bedspread to wrap around himself. He stumbled across the room towards her, but with a cry she turned and ran, leaving us alone together. John was looking at me helplessly, guilt written all over his face. I tried to retain my dignity, but it was difficult feeling as devastated as I did. I can't recall what I said when I left, but I do remember that John made no attempt to stop me. I don't know how I got through the wedding., but for my sister's sake I tried to hide my feelings. Obviously she had more important things on her mind than me, but I did notice a puzzled look flash between the bride and groom when John and I completely ignored each other. Contrary to two days before, I couldn't wait to leave England and throw myself into my work. In the years that had passed I still caught myself thinking about John sometimes. For a while I still heard news about him from my sister, but she was tactful enough not to ask what had happened between us, though I had an idea that she had her suspicions. Then the news stopped. It seemed that he had left his job and the town to start a new carrier. I couldn't resist asking my sister if he had left alone, or with his girlfriend. There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone and then my sister told me that as far as she knew he didn't have a girlfriend. I was roused from my memories by Jenny's strident voice saying, "Well you don't have to take my word for it. Here he is." Turning around, the welcoming smile died on my lips. "Hello, Christine. It's been a long time. I think I've got a bit of explaining to do." | ||
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