An Aussie country boy has moved to England to play sport, hoping for a less complicated social life. Are things likely to be any different in England? Early indications are that he might be the author of his own problems, in so far as women are concerned. His story continues.
I had left Australia and my girlfriend, Emma, behind for a season playing cricket up in England. Also left behind were the complications that women can bring to your life. Initially the cricket went well, but I had missed Emma. We'd become close again in the day's prior to my departing. However, as the weeks passed, I began to think less of Emma and more about possibilities, closer at hand.
I was boarding with a team mate, Mike and his wife, Felicity. Despite some tension between the couple this situation had been going well. However, as the early weeks of summer had progressed I had become increasingly interested in Felicity. She was blond, attractive and had a nicely toned body. The attraction grew mutual and in the end we'd made love, for the first time, that afternoon.
In addition to Felicity I was falling heavily for the young girlfriend of another team member. Terri was being taken for granted by her strange boyfriend Francis and I'd found her very engaging. I always looked forward to seeing her and was disappointed when she did not show at the pub after cricket. In addition there were other women associated with players in the club, who I was somewhat attracted too. Life was becoming no less complicated in England than it had been is Aus.
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After enjoying some afternoon delight with Felicity I'd headed off to that evening's cricket practice, with an extra spring in my step. It was dark by 6pm back home in Queensland, but in England the evenings stretched on until hours later. It's a beautiful time of the day to play sport and socialise. I felt a small pang of guilt when I saw Felicity's husband Mike, arrive. However, this soon disappeared as practice got under way and the team began to engage in the normal male banter.
After practice Finn, Mike and I went down to the Pub for a couple of beers. One turned into two and it began to get late. We chatted about sports, the team and the barmaid, Mel. Mike, in particular, was getting somewhat drunk. He couldn't hold his beer as well as me and Finn.
"Felicity will be pissed off at us for staying out this late," he said.
"She'll be pissed off with you," I corrected him, as I felt my cock swell at the mention of his wife.
"Yeah you can do no wrong, you bastard," Mike slurred. "You're the number one boy in the household at the moment."
I felt a little uneasy with being referred to in this manner, especially given what had occurred that afternoon, when I had been buried deep inside Mike's wife, while she climaxed. What made me even more uneasy was the manner in which Finn looked at me. He always had a "knowing" look about him and appeared as though he was aware of my discomfort. His look and my guilt, made me feel even more uncomfortable.
At that moment Mike said, "I got to piss," and headed for the toilets.
"You the number one boy at the moment?" Finn said with a smirk, as soon as Mike was out of earshot.
"I guess Mike thinks I am," I replied, keeping my reply low key.
"And what does being number one boy get you Aus? Any special privileges?"
"Nothing like that mate," I said forcing a large smile, while feeling ill at ease with the conversation.
"She's not a bad looker, that Felicity," he continued, unwilling to let it lie.
"Yeah she's OK, if you like that sort."
"What sort's that Aus? The sort that's got a pretty face, nice tits and a little bit of a reputation."
Finn then took a drink of his beer and deliberately looked away from me, striking up a conversation with Mel. He'd pricked my interest and he knew it. What did he mean when he referred to her reputation? No one had even intimated anything of that nature, about Felicity, before and now here was Finn dropping it into the middle of a conversation in the pub, like it was general knowledge.
"Well she has got a pretty face," I said without sounding at all phased.
"Yeah," said Finn turning back to me, with a laugh, fully aware that he'd thrown a hand grenade and was now happy to let it lie. "You want another beer?"
"Sure," I said and decided to leave it at that, not wanting to sound more interested.
Mike returned and we drank some more. By the time we left the pub we'd had a few too many. As usual Finn's girlfriend Ness came and collected him. As usual she teased me.
"Had a few too many tonight Aus? Better watch out or you won't be able to get it up when your hand come's calling," she said in her broad north England accent, as she laughed out loud.
"Leave the Aus alone Ness, he's got plenty to think about, haven't you mate?"
I'd had enough of the both of them. Him with his stupid half completed stories and mind games. Her in her short tight skirts, with the continual teasing. As I watched them walk off laughing together I decided right there, in my drunken state, that I'd fuck Vanessa if I ever got the chance.
Mike and I walked home, buying a kebab on the way. By the time we arrived home Felicity had gone to bed.
"Thank heavens for that," Mike said and stretched out on the couch.
