In the days following my morning tryst with Felicity, I had managed to avoid seeing her. I was unsure how she would feel; now I had invaded the sanctity of her marital bed.
"If only Melissa had been up for a full night of passion, I wouldn't have had the urge to go to Felicity the next morning," was how I rationalised the matter.
By Saturday morning I had pushed such thoughts from my mind, mainly due to Terri becoming the overwhelming focus. She had returned from her trip up north and I knew she'd be coming to the pub that evening. Sweet, slim Terri. I was now completely over the fact that she had not contacted me while she was away and was really looking forward to seeing her again.
I found it hard to concentrate during our cricket game, which we eventually lost. Afterwards everyone was a little down, but began to perk up as the evening continued in the clubrooms. Both Ness and Wendy turned up separately. Ness went to her boyfriend Finn and seemed to ignore me, which I was not unhappy about. Wendy came to talk in my group.
After others drifted home or to other groups we found ourselves briefly alone.
"Aus; look I'm sorry about the other night," she said in her upper middle class English accent.
"Yeah, nothing to apologise over Wendy," I assured her, fondly recalling our brief drunken fondle outside the pub. I recalled the tautness of her breast, the softness of her lips.
"You looked after me and I appreciate that," she said, reaching forward, to lightly touch my forearm.
"Here we go," I thought, smiling as I brought my hand up to pat hers.
"It's just that I've been quite sad lately. You understand don't you?"
Wendy looked directly at me enquiringly, searching to see if I did truly understand.
"I'm not sure I understand everything Wendy, but you know I'm always here for you," I replied honestly.
Wendy smiled and nodded at me, before turning away toward the bar and ordering another wine. I determined right there and then to talk with Jack about what exactly was troubling his finance. What was causing her to drink herself stupid most nights and court the attention of young men she'd do better to stay well clear of.
Around 8pm we moved down to the pub. I looked to indulge in some meaningless examination of the day's game. However, I couldn't concentrate knowing Terri was due to arrive. I positioned myself between the door and her boyfriend Francis. He was engaged in a detailed analysis of every ball bowled that afternoon.
When Terri and Mandy walked in together my heart literally skipped a beat. First, because Terri, despite wearing the androgynous look she always wore to the pub, looked radiant. Second, because Mandy looked knowingly at me and memories of our liaison returned. Guilt came flooding in and I found myself resenting her for it. She was spoiling my reunion.
Terri stopped to talk with me, just as I had anticipated she would. Unfortunately Mandy stopped beside her. As usual her breasts tumbled out of the slinky red dress she was wearing. I could swear she drew a deep breath to thrust them at me.
As if to say, "You've tasted these Aus. You loved it when they rubbed against your back, while my hand worked your cock."
"You bitch," I thought. "What exactly is you're game?"
"Aus it's so great to see you," Terri said, breaking into my thoughts.
"Such a stranger," I replied, completely pushing thoughts of Mandy out of my mind. Terri became the complete focus of my attention. We engaged in some easy banter, just as we always had. Any lingering ill feeling I felt toward her, over her lack of contact when up north, completely evaporated.
Others including Mandy just melted away, as though they recognised Terri and me only had eyes for each other.
Eventually it was Ness who came to interrupt us. Ness, the only one bold and brash enough to do so, in her tight skirt and T-shirt.
"Francis wants to know what you want to drink Terri."
"Does he?" Terri replied with obvious puzzlement.
Francis never asked her that question and rarely bought her a drink. I knew it was a lie on Ness' part, but Terri smiled and moved away to where Francis was standing.
"You and her don't even try to hide it Aus. You're such the tightrope walker," Ness said in her broad northern accent.
"What do you mean?" I said, slightly perplexed.
"Are you fucking her yet?" Ness continued, moving her head up to whisper it in my ear. "I'll bet she's not as exciting as me Aus."
"Jesus Ness," I whispered. "No I'm not sleeping with Terri. I wouldn't do that to a team mate. We just get on really well; that's all."
I immediately knew I had left myself open and waited for Ness to deliver the proverbial sharp sword thrust to my groin. She smiled broadly like a Cheshire cat.
"But you are fucking a team mate's girl. Remember, you told me so, when you had your cock buried deep inside me."
I said nothing, merely took a deep swig of my beer. I hadn't directly told her about me and Felicity, but nor had I denied it. I looked around to see how I could escape this busty shrew.
"Anyway," she continued. "I've decided fuck you again. I've come to make a date," she said a little too loudly for my liking, with her boyfriend mere yards from where we stood.
"Shit Ness, keep your voice down."
Ness broke into a huge smile. She was in her element.
"You'll be OK Aus. I'm not going to jump you here in the Pub. But the truth is I enjoyed our time in the car and I want to go again," she said moving forward and subtly grabbing the front of my trousers. "So when you're ready. When the other ladies in the club aren't keeping you too busy. You let me know; OK. Just don't leave it too long."
Ness moved away and I quickly found the company of some males. Suddenly, analysing boring cricket seemed like an absolute safe haven, away from these marauding females. I didn't speak with any of them again that night.
Soon after Terri and Mandy left with Francis, so I snuck away early, thus avoiding going to the nightclubs with Ness, Finn and the younger crowd.
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The next day, Sunday, proved a much better day. Felicity came downstairs early, while I was having breakfast. She was in the light silk robe I was so familiar with. The one I'd parted any number of times, before my hands wandered over the intimate parts of her well-toned body. I felt my cock stir at the memories, but remained aware that we had not spoken since I had come to her bed uninvited.
I sat there silently for a time, while she tidied the kitchen and made her breakfast. Then she brought it to the table and sat with me.
"It's not right what you did the other morning," she said, coming directly to the point, in typical Felicity fashion. She was such a nurse. I decided not to muck her around and risk a rebuke.
"Yeah; look I feel bad about that Fliss. Bad for upsetting you so much. I just thought..."
"You're cock just thought Aus. It thought it could lead the way and good old Felicity would lie there and take it," she replied cuttingly.
"Nah, it wasn't like that. I just had a feeling I needed to be with you. I wanted to be close."
