The continuing adventures of an Aussie boy in England. He'd gone for an English summer to play sport and escape the complexities of Australian women. However, he's beginning to find things are little different in England, in so far as the opposite sex are concerned.
June progressed nicely for me. The English summer got warmer and I even managed to get my shirt off a couple of times. My old girlfriend Emma continued to keep in touch. On my last night in Australia she had indicated that she still viewed her and me as a going concern and nothing she'd said since indicated any change in her thinking. This perplexed me as the previous two years we had merely been going through the motions. My general take on this was that she is over there and I am over here, so I won't dwell on it.
The cricket continued to go well, both for me personally, and for the team. We were winning the majority of our games and figured high in the League. In addition, there was a Wednesday evening, limited overs league that involved lots of lusty hitting and close finishes. We were winning that competition and generally the club members were in good spirits.
I loved the long English evenings, whether at cricket practice, playing or in the garden bar at the pub. The weather was warm, the lager was cold, my team mates were generally good fun and the women were becoming increasingly attractive, some more so than others.
My boarding arrangement with Mike and Felicity Manning was now extremely pleasant, particularly while Felicity continued to provide regular sexual interludes. Initially these had been on a daily basis, on days Mike was at work. We were both at home during weekdays and the moment we saw each other on any given day, we would be hands and lips all over each other.
Felicity did place boundaries, such as no sex in her and Mike's bed, no sex play if Mike was expected home and no extended sex sessions. Apart from that, she was always keen, initially anyway. I would often wait for her to rise and go into the shower, ambushing her on the way out.
Once I had my hands inside her robe, massaging her breasts and moving down to cup her lower lips, she was putty in my hands. The robe would come off we would move into my room, where she would use her hands and mouth to get me rock hard. She never wanted me to lick her intimately, merely wanting me inside her as quickly as possible. After I entered her she would participate actively, thrusting her hips up to meet mine. She always reached her orgasm.
However, after a couple of weeks these sessions began to taper off and by the end of June they'd become far more irregular. Some days we'd be home alone and she would make it clear that it wasn't going to happen on that day.
This decline in sexual play with Felicity didn't overly concern me, because our liaisons weren't that fulfilling. They had started out with hiss and a roar, because it was new and naughty. However, it soon became apparent that Felicity liked a certain routine, which I began to tire of. When I pushed her to become a little more adventurous, she'd rebuff me.
Still, beggars couldn't be chooses and I wasn't too concerned.
My growing feelings for Terri concerned me far more. I had never experienced this with a girl before. When I first met Emma back in Australia, it was in a bar and we had slept together on the first night. From then on we were a couple and there was none of the slow, growing awareness of feelings I was now experiencing with Terri. She was looking more attractive every day, never seemed low in mood and I always looked forward to seeing her. When she walked into the pub, or when I spotted her at the Café, my heart would beat just a little faster. This made me feel more than a little uneasy.
Conversation came easily with Terri. She had a much brighter personality than Felicity and there was none of the game playing and innuendo that occurred with Ness. With Terri she was just...,'Nice'. At the Pub on a Saturday night she'd enquire how I'd done at cricket that day, celebrating success or commiserating a lack of it, all as if she had been a part of it.
Terri would tell me her latest news. If she'd seen her father she'd be all excited like a little girl, but if we discussed her getting organised for University, or the like, she would morph into a mature woman. The thing that puzzled me about these talks was that I was actually interested. I started to find many sides to Terri and I liked that she had a bit of depth about her. In addition, I felt she had a smouldering sexual side to her, which she was innocently unaware of.
Francis continued to barely acknowledge Terri at the pub, but she always had to leave with him. I couldn't contain myself and began to enquire with her, as to the nature of their relationship. She slowly drip fed me the details, and I eventually got some of the picture. They'd been introduced by her brother and began going out 6 months earlier. She'd not had a boyfriend before Francis, he was handsome, older and she felt she was very lucky to catch him.
Francis may not have noticed who was talking to Terri, but some of the other lads did. The younger ones were the first to say something to me. They gave me a bit of a ribbing over the fact that Terri would always head straight for me, when coming to the pub.
"You helping Francis out there Aus?" or "What have you and Terri got planned tonight?"
It was all good natured and out of earshot of Francis. However, Jack the Team Captain, who was now a good friend, was a bit more blunt. As was his nature, he spoke frankly.
"She's keen on you, so watch yourself. I don't want my team blown apart."
I found this somewhat humorous, as he clearly had no inkling about what was going on between Mike's wife and me.
"No problem Jacko, all very platonic and bound to remain that way," I replied with nonchalance. Then I noted his girlfriend Wendy getting a little wobbly on her feet after about five wines.
"Catch her boy," I said, nodding my head to indicate his girlfriend behind him.
Jack quickly spun and grabbed Wendy before she stumbled and then indicated it was time they left. This was often the way with the two of them. Wendy would have too much to drink and Jack had to take her home. Being drunk took nothing away from Wendy's looks. Tall and willowy, with her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, she really was a stunner.
"I wonder who would catch her if Jack wasn't here?" I thought to myself.
Unfortunately for me, both Finn and Ness also noticed how much attention I gave to Terri. As usual both were blunt and crass about it. I could accept that from Ness more than I could from Finn. He was really starting to bug me most every time he opened his mouth. He'd announced that he'd be away holidaying in Greece with his work mates for nine days shortly and, while the cricket team would miss him for two Saturdays, I couldn't wait for him to leave.
"You're girlfriend's left with her boyfriend," he said to me one night at the Pub after Terri and Francis had departed. Given I was already unhappy at their departure, his utterance cut deep. However, I knew far better than to let him see any reaction, for fear of opening the door ten times as much.
"Couple of boyfriends together I reckon Finny," I replied with a smile.
"Ah no, she might dress like a boy, but she's a woman and don't tell me you're not interested."
"Not at all mate. She's my team mate's girl and, as such, I would have no such interest. Here I'll buy you a beer," I said as I tried to divert the subject.
Finn would not be dissuaded. "You know I don't reckon he's fucked her yet."
"You reckon?" It didn't come out as disinterested as I would have liked and Finn smiled.
"I was talking to her friend Mandy in here one night, when Mandy had too much to drink. She told me that they were both still virgins. I don't reckon she was bullshitting me, so there you go Aus, cream yourself over that little bit of gossip."
Finn laughed aloud and turned away to talk to another group, leaving me to consider what he had said. I didn't like the part about Mandy getting drunk and talking to Finn, because Mandy knew full well that I met with Terri away from the cricket circle. However, before I could even start to process it, I had the second half of the tag team in my ear.
"That's got you a bit worked up hasn't it Aussie boy," she said in her broad northern accent. As she said it, Ness gently placed her hand on my balls and squeezed.
Quickly regrouping I playfully exclaimed, "Ooii, cut that out, only special girls get to touch the jewels."
"And who's the special girl right now Aus? Is it Terri, or Felicity, or who...?" She tailed off the sentence and looked directly up at me, her face close to mine.
"I'll go, 'or who', if I'm allowed," I said, drilling my gaze right back at her.
"Ooh you naughty boy," she said laughing and pulled slightly away dropping her eyes. I liked that because I'd won that little round of banter. Fronted up with a straight bat and hadn't backed away, plus I'd managed to divert her away from Terri and onto her and me.
I wasn't the only one who tried to counter Ness with a, "return of serve". The thing with Ness was that she always kept the advantage by not drinking very much. She had the car and was the unofficial, "safe driver", for all those who could fit in her sporty little, white Audi. As a result her wit always remained razor sharp.
The little verbal exchange we'd had, plus my victory began to make me just a little hard. In addition to that, she looked hot. Black low cut boots, bare legs, a tight black mini an equally tight white T-shirt. As usual she wore no bra, the top accentuating her firm breasts, with just a little nipple poking through the material. She wasn't the best looking girl in the pub, but reminded me a bit of Dakota Johnson, with short, neck length hair. My cock stirred further as I day dreamed.
