Aus has gone to England to play some cricket and lead a less complicated lifestyle. However, he is rapidly finding out that in matters of love, sex and women, life in England is no less complicated than back home in Australia.
I woke with a start and sat bolt upright, sweating profusely. The events of the previous night were immediately vivid.
"Christ," I said out loud, as I recalled what had occurred.
A sex session with the aggressive, smart mouthed Ness. It would not be right to call it love making. Alternately she had teased me, put me down, aroused me and then fucked me. That is how it had been. Ness had fucked me and then basically indicated that was it, we'd do it again if and when she so desired.
It had been like no fuck I'd ever experienced before. I kept my eyes shut tight and remembered her on my lap in her car, cutting me with her sharp words, rubbing her wetness on my shaft and demanding that I stick it inside of her. Her beautiful breasts had been pushed against my chest, before I pushed her back to fondle them. Now my cock hardened again. I reached for the lube in the drawer beside the bed.
I heard a door shut in the house. My landlords, Mike and Felicity, would be up and about. I let my mind drift to Felicity. More attractive than Ness, but a completely different story in terms of sex. More hesitant and uncertain, certainly less demanding, but warm and willing once we got underway. I stroked my cock thinking about Felicity.
My thoughts flitted from one woman to another, before Terri came to mind.
"Shit! Terri," I thought. "How much had I given away about my relationship with Terri?"
I'd virtually admitted to Ness that I was fucking Felicity. This could not be a good thing, given I was boarding with Felicity and her husband and Ness loved to taunt me. However, I had said little about Terri and I was thankful for that. Not that there was much to tell physically, but from a feelings point of view I could have caused myself much embarrassment.
I thought of Terri much of the time and always looked forward to seeing her. We talked freely and she made my heart skip a couple of beats faster. I may have been reluctant to admit it, but I was in love with Terri, there was little doubt about that.
Suddenly, I recalled her going north with her father and Mandy, to look at a house for them to stay in when they went north to attend University. Terri hadn't told me she was leaving. This had upset me greatly.
"Why didn't she tell me? I thought she liked me. I thought she liked me a lot." Now my mood slumped.
I no longer felt like masturbating, which wasn't like me, on a Sunday morning with a hangover.
"Fuck these women, they're messing with my mind," I thought, climbing out of bed.
Mike and Felicity had gone out by the time I emerged from the shower and I spent the day at home alone. That evening, my girlfriend Emma skyped me from Australia. It made me homesick and she soon picked up my mood.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm just missing you a bit," I said, which at that moment was the truth.
"Well that's nice and I'm missing you too, but don't let it upset your stay up there."
"Yeah, OK."
The conversation continued along these morose lines for a while and you could tell it concerned her. I liked that. She was a good chick, Emma. She genuinely cared for me.
"I've thought about cutting it short and coming home."
"Well that would be nice. I'd like that, but you'd have to be certain. Think about it for a few days."
She tried to cheer me up, giving me a small flash of her small, pert boobs. That got me laughing and then we'd said our goodbyes.
Talking to Emma and having her care about me made me feel a little better. I slept well that night.
The following day I felt much more upbeat. I decided to forget about English women for a time and concentrate on other things.
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In the early part of the week I worked a couple of evenings, stayed off the beer, and practiced hard at Tuesday's cricket practice. Come Wednesday I was ready for a big game, in our mid-week competition. It wasn't as serious as the Saturday league, with half the team made up of lower grade players. However, we were leading the competition, and locals turned out to watch, so it was important to the club.
When it was my turn to bat I strode to the wicket with a purpose and immediately got dropped first ball. Making the most of this, I proceeded to smash the ball to all parts of our picturesque little ground. My innings won the game for the team and celebrations were called for. My four days of abstinence were at an end.
We were always well supported at these Wednesday games, played during the long English summer evenings. Many old club members and local village people would stop by to watch and help to celebrate victories.
Even Felicity had come along to watch, which she hardly ever did. She had sat on the deck in front of the cricket pavilion and shared a wine with Wendy, the Captain's partner. Both dressed in sleeveless, sundresses. Felicity in a pastel green and Wendy in a navy blue dress that buttoned up the front. While the dresses were conservative, they suited them. Both women were undeniably attractive.
Felicity had gone home before the end, but Wendy had stayed, as she always did. Fortunately, with her boyfriend Finn still away in Greece, Ness had not shown up.
It was a great atmosphere in the clubrooms afterwards and I was more relaxed than I had been in days. Everyone wanted to discuss the game and my contribution. I was feeling great. At that point Terri's friend Mandy walked in.
"Hi Mandy, where's Terri?" I asked, noting her mid-thigh, black dress with thin straps showing much shoulder and bust. It was a typical Mandy outfit.
"She's stayed up north with her Dad for a few days longer," she smiled seemingly enjoying my eyes lingering on her a little longer than they should have.
"That's good," I said, determining not to let anything get me down.
One of the younger players came over and whisked her off. I watched her walk away, her tanned bare shoulders and full figure shown off delightfully by her black dress. I went back to talking cricket.
Later the crowd thinned out and, as was tradition, those remaining walked down to the pub. Mike should have gone home to see Felicity before she left for her nightshift, but he came to the pub instead. I got the feeling he was happy that Felicity had shown up to watch. He seemed to want their relationship to be better than it was, but did not know how to go about this. They were in a rut. It probably didn't help that I had been fucking Felicity for the past month.
Jack, the Captain, who was also in charge of the bar, remained behind to clean up. He always caught up with us later. His fiancée, Wendy, walked down to the pub with the rest of us. She was talking rapidly as she always did after she had been drinking to excess, which was after every game lately.
It was around 10.30pm, but being out in the country, the publican merely locked the front door at 11 pm closing time. This meant no one could come in the main doors. However those in the know, which was almost everyone in the village, merely walked around to the back door and came and went in as they liked.
Wendy had been chatting with a group of the young players. We had only been in the pub briefly, when I noted her walking out the rear door with a couple of them, Andy and Rob. These two often came clubbing with us and, while they were good blokes, they were a couple of players. This concerned me. I wasn't sure if anyone else noticed.
"Jack isn't here and his drunk fiancé' is going outside two randy young men," I thought to myself.
I continued my conversation about cricket with an older fellow, while considering what to do. Jack was a good friend of mine and when noted no one else had followed the group out or appeared to have noticed they had gone, I decided it was up to me to take some action.
I excused myself and walked out through the back door. At first I couldn't see them as my eyes took time to adjust to the dark. Then I heard Wendy giggle.
They had gone directly along a path behind the pub in the opposite direction to the carpark. I could make out Wendy in her blue dress, with Andy to her front and Rob on the far side. I heard them whispering and Wendy giggled again.
"Ooh he's got a nice velvety feel. Is that why you call him Mr Smoothie," Wendy said in a little girl voice.
"Mr Smooth's loving that," I heard Andy reply. "Keep on stroking him baby."
