This continues the story of my relationship with Wendy, the girl who had been employed as cover for one of my co-workers who had gone on maternity leave, and who I had wanted from the first moment I saw her when she was shown around the office during her interview. Despite her having a boyfriend, we had met up and had sex a couple of times, and she had ultimately finished her relationship with him allowing us to become a couple.
At the end of the previous chapter, Wendy and I had split up, and she had left the company, with us completely cutting ties with each other -- I had a new phone number and had deleted hers. This chapter moves time on a year and a half.
As with chapters 1-4, what I have written is based on real events, but there are almost certainly going to be some factual errors due to the almost 20 years that have passed between the time of them occurring and the time of writing. Names may also have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
A year and a half had passed since I had last seen Wendy. I still lived with my parents, worked for the same company in the same office. I had a new car, replacing the one that still had stained seats from the time Wendy and I had had sex in my car in the woods, our combined bodily fluids having leaked from her in the aftermath.
In the time since we had split up, I'd had a couple of one night stands, but nothing serious. One of the girls involved had wanted a repeat performance, but I saw no future relationship with her, and as she lived 45 minutes' drive away it didn't really seem worth pursuing, as good as the sex with her had been. But in my mind I felt the improvement in my confidence that I had taken from my time with Wendy, with my most recent partners complimenting my performance both during and after the act. I was also discovering that if you put more in you get more out, and those girls had rewarded my efforts in satisfying them by been particularly enthusiastic lovers, which made the whole experience much more enjoyable.
I had recently started seeing another girl. It was nothing serious, certainly not at the stage where we could say we were properly 'dating', particularly as her boyfriend probably would have had some cause for complaint -- yes, another girl cheating on her boyfriend with me. She seemed potentially worth continuing with, but I wasn't getting my hopes up after how things had ended with Wendy, instead just enjoying the sex that was regularly on offer as she stated that I not only had a bigger cock than her boyfriend did, but unlike him I apparently knew what to do with it, having given her the first orgasm from sex rather than having to use a vibrator or her fingers to finish herself off. She also seemed a genuinely nice person, and I was quite enjoying getting to know her. I guess you could say we had become friends with benefits, just benefits that her boyfriend didn't know that I was getting from her.
At work, the old routine of lunch time outings with the girls continued, and it was following one of these outings into the local town that I received a shock. The mid-afternoon the phone rang on my desk, and I could see it was Claire calling me. There were no lights flashing to indicate that she may be trying to transfer a call to me, so I assumed she might be telling me she had finished some typing that she was doing for me.
"Hi Claire"
"Hi. Can I get your help with something in the meeting room please?" She said.
"Yeah, no problem, I'll be down in a minute" I replied. As the youngest of the engineers in the office it wasn't unusual for them to phone me for help with something, whether it was help with the printer or folding drawings, so I made my way down expecting that she may need similar help.
"Hey Claire, what's up" I said as I opened the door and went into the meeting room, seeing her stood by the meeting room table. She looked worried, and not her usual bubbly self.
"I didn't know whether to tell you or not, but I thought it best to tell you and leave it up to you to decide what to do" she said
"Do what?" I asked, a little confused.
"Wendy phoned earlier, asking if she could speak to you. I didn't know if you would want to or not, so I told her you were in a meeting, but I'd pass her number on to you to get back to her" she said, passing me a piece of paper with a mobile phone number scribbled on it.
Stunned, I took the piece of paper from her and stood in silence looking at it.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I don't know" I replied. It was true, I didn't know what to do. I thanked Claire for passing the message on, acknowledging that she had done the right thing in filtering out the call and passing the number on for me to decide.
For the rest of the day I pondered what to do. After how things had ended, I didn't really want to speak to her again. On the other hand, there must be a good reason for trying to contact me after so long -- when having sex we had never used condoms, and I'd never asked her whether she was on the pill or any other form of contraception, so was there a possibility that she had been pregnant with my child when she had left and was now getting in contact to tell me? The more I thought about this, the more I thought I would have to contact her, otherwise I would forever be wondering what it was she wanted, and whether perhaps I may have become a father.
My curiosity increasing all the time, I decided to send her a text message to find out what she wanted.
'Hi. Claire told me you called and passed on your number. What did you want?'
I waited for a reply. It was probably only a few minutes, but it felt like hours as the question of why she had suddenly contacted me continued to occupy my mind.
'Thank you for getting back to me. Just wondered if we could meet up for a drink and a chat'
A chat about what though? It sounded serious, and my curiosity meant that I needed to find out what she wanted to talk to me about.
'What do you want to talk to me about?' I knew it was unlikely she would tell me by text, but it was worth a try.
'Are you free tomorrow night? I'd rather talk to you in person.' Came her reply. As it happened, I was free the following night, but I didn't want her to know that as it would appear that she still had the ability to make me drop everything for her whenever she wanted. On the other hand, I wasn't sure I could go much longer before finding out what she wanted. Reluctantly I opted to go for the next night.
'I can do tomorrow. Where were you thinking? Want me to pick you up?'
She messaged back, suggesting the name of a pub between her place and mine at 8, and that she would meet me there, which to be honest was probably for the best. It also made a change as I'd always had to do the driving before.
'Thank you. It will be nice to see you again' she messaged again. I'm not sure if she wanted me to say the same back, but I wasn't sure I was looking forward to it that much so couldn't bring myself to say something nice in reply -- they do say if you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything.
The following day at work Claire asked me what had happened, and I briefed her on the messages exchanged and the arrangements made for that evening.
"What do you think she wants? Asked Claire.
"No idea" I replied. "I've been trying to think what she could want, and the only thing I can think of is that she'll turn up with a baby"
"That will teach you to go bareback riding" chipped in Paula who had overheard the conversation, and had previously been critical of me for not using protection during my relationship with Wendy when I went silent to her question of "I hope you were being careful?" She was joking a little when she said it, but I guess she did have a point too.
"I'm sure it won't be that" said Claire, trying to reassure me, but her voice not sounding convincing.
"Maybe she wants the two of you to get back together" suggested Paula. "If she does, you should get your revenge on her for how she treated you by leading her on, shagging her, then telling her you're not interested."
