My true story, The final part and a follow on from 'A Night with Sally' story and the earlier 'Becoming Bisexual' stories.
I awake to bright sunlight streaming through the Georgian style window of my bedroom, a beam of light shining head on into my opening eyes. I lay still staring at the ceiling pondering the night before.
Why? Why would you do that to someone you love? If you don't love them, then why be with them? Why cheat?
I smell a scent on me, a musky scent under my nose, a smell of sex, then I realise it's the scent of Sally, I had her sex juices smeared on my face.
I turned to look at the time it was 3 pm, I must of been dead to the world for eight hours. Rarely had I slept so good for such a long time.
More thoughts come into my head, Where was Mark last night? He was Jane's close friend, why had he not turned up?
After a good shower, I notice red scratch like marks on my neck and shoulder blades, what are them? then I remember. Sally! God she was a little wild one.
Over a coffee and a bacon sandwich, I realise I had fun last night, I met a girl, had a good laugh and a dance, followed by the hottest sex with a woman since...well for a few years.
It's a pity Sally was a cheat. I would of liked to of got to know her she was fun to be with, but then no! I'm not wasting my time, affections or give my love to a cheat.
Where was Mark? I'm gonna call him, Mark's phone is ringing and ringing for quite some time, just as I was about to hang up, the call is answered.
"Hello."
"Hi Mark, it's Andy."
A long silence, "Mark are you there?"
"Yes ...I'm here."
"Are you OK? you wasn't at Jane's party last night, I thought it strange as you said you was looking forward to it."
Another long silence.
"Mark are you OK? If it's a private matter then please say so, I will leave you in peace."
"I've had some bad news."
Mark sounds very upset I hear him breakdown.
"Mark! I'm on my way over."
Racing down the motorway in the car, wondering what's happened. Why is Mark upset? I have only known him a few months, he always seemed a happy go lucky type.
Arriving outside Marks house in Belmont, all looks quiet, I knock and wait. I knock again,
"Mark, it's Andy."
The door opens and Mark stands there, his face red, eyes bloodshot and looks very upset. I step inside and close the door behind me, Mark sits on the giant sofa, where our night of sex together took place.
"Mark, mate what's happened? What's the matter?" Gently placing my arm around his shoulders.
"Yesterday afternoon I received some very bad news," Mark began to explain. "A very dear friend of mine I knew from four years back had tragically been killed in a road crash."
Mark sobbed. I waited patiently for him to calm a little. "We were very close, you know," Mark nodding his head, "He moved away down south chasing a career. We kept in touch and I went down there several times, stopped the weekend. Then after about six months, he called me and said we can't see each other again as he had met someone. He met a woman and she was pregnant with his child and he wanted to make a go of it."
Mark sobbing again. "That poor kid must be about three now, gone all gone! He sent me a photo of his boy on his second birthday."
Mark reaches over and passes me the snap. A cute little boy, a banner on the wall stating, 'Happy birthday Tom.'
I sit a while with Mark, I go and make us a brew and sit back down with him.
"Tell me how you met Mark, that's if you want to of course."
Mark began to tell me his story, nearly two hours later he's still talking. I listen intently, not asking questions just listening, I'm so interested the time flew by.
"That's a beautiful story Mark." I said with tears in my eyes."
"Andy can you stop tonight?"
"Mark I...I have to go on shift at 10 pm and..."
"That's OK Andy, I understand."
"Mark can I ring your sister? I don't want you to be alone tonight."
"Yes, you're so thoughtful, the numbers in there."
"L L Lisa." I think aloud as I'm searching the little book.
"I see you remember her name then." Mark said jokingly.
"You sussed me out Mark, she's gorgeous!!"
I go into the hallway to make the call quietly. "Hello Lisa, it's Andy, Mark's friend. You may not remember me we met briefly at Mark's house."
"Of course I remember you Andy." said Lisa.
"I'm at Marks house now, Mark has received some very sad news and is very upset."
"Oh god what's happened." Lisa worryingly asks.
"He has learned of the death of a close friend, I don't want to leave him alone, I have to be on a night shift at 10 pm. I'm wondering if you could possibly visit and maybe stay a while?" I plead.
"Oh yes of course, yes I'm coming over now."
"I will wait until you get here Lisa."
"OK thanks Andy."
Mark is sobbing again holding the photo of Tom to his chest. A white sporty looking VW Golf pulls up outside behind my car,
"Arh I think Lisa has arrived." I said, as I look at Mark curled up on the sofa.
I step outside to meet Lisa who by now is hurrying down the drive. I couldn't help thinking, my god, she's more beautiful than I remember, wearing a pink t shirt, tight blue jeans and black sandal heels, her long dark brown hair swishing side to side, the sound of her urgent footsteps clip clop, clip clopping as she strode towards me.
"Thanks Lisa for coming so quickly, Mark has heard from a friend that Mathew had been killed in a road smash last Friday."
Lisa's hand covered her mouth in shock, I watched her brown eyes well up the tears, she too looked quite upset.
"I need to prepare for work soon, but I really don't want to abandon Mark this way, I will stay if needed. Come on let's go in." I said.
Mark is still curled up on the sofa next to a box of tissues trying desperately to re compose himself for his favourite sister.
"Mark, your favourite sister is here."
Lisa gave me a smile and sits down next to Mark, giving him a great big loving hug. I go into the kitchen to put the kettle on for a brew, leaving them to have a bit of privacy. Returning after a few minutes with three mugs of tea. Lisa was still hugging Mark trying to comfort him. Lisa's long hair completely covers my view of her face, but then she brushes it back over her shoulder revealing a river of tears down her cheeks.