This is a sequel to a story I wrote five years ago. 'I can see you.' you could read that first if you wish but not essential. I've moved the timeline on the same number of years, the theme of the original story is mentioned but a new theme is the plot. All characters are legal age of consent in the country in which it is set. A little teaser for you. The photo that inspired this story exists, although the events in the story didn't happen (obviously) but my wife did go to a wedding and stayed at a hotel, dressed exactly as in the story and was the age mentioned.
I looked at the photo in front of me, it had come over with from Yvonnes parents when they had downsized. It showed her slightly younger than when I had met her. My gorgeous wife had let the red hair grow out soon after the events of 'I can see you' but had kept the stylish bob cut and now wore sexy dresses and skirts, that had been five years ago when she had been thirty-two and I had been forty-two. Now at thirty-seven she still looked gorgeous. I had loved her when she had been plain and mousy but now I could barely keep my hands off her, as I said previously what the shy nineteen year old virgin ever saw in me, a thirty year old all them years ago I don't know. I still occasionally dress in tights and panties but was now with her full knowledge during our frequent sex sessions.
I turned the photo over and read the back 'Yvonne at Kevin's wedding aged 18. Saturday July 10th 2004.' "What's this then?" I asked.
Yvonne took it from me and smiled. "Oh, we were at my uncle's wedding at a hotel in Newton, The Bustle Inn, I think it was called, I remember because I thought it was a stupid name. I'd got a new outfit for it, we were stopping at the hotel itself so my dad could have a drink. My mum had booked me a single room for my privacy, I'd turned eighteen a couple of months before and I was going to try and lose my virginity in my room that night. Because I was so plain or so I thought, all the girls took the piss out of me, I thought I was going to be the last of my six-form class to have sex. I'd convinced a doctor to put me on the pill as there was one that helped with acne as well. And I took my glasses off so couldn't see a thing hardly all night, but you know what they say -- Guys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses."
"I did eighteen months later" I replied, I'd met Yvonne when she was nineteen and we had sex for the first time a week before she was twenty, in this picture she looked younger and very cute. A Kilt like tartan skirt finished at 3 inches above her knee and a black velour tee shirt type top, I assume it might have been a bodysuit as it was pulled very tight across her pert tiny tits and flat tummy. She had tights and ballet shoes on. So different than the jeans and tee shirt she had been wearing when I had fucked her for the first time nearly two years later.
"And did you get fucked?"
"You know I didn't, you were my first."
"Yvonne, You can tell me if I wasn't the first."
"Dave, stop it you were my first and only."
"Can I keep this?"
"Suppose you can, bit creepy you wanting it. But yeah, whatever turns you on."
"You, do, all the time."
I stared at the photo, wishing I had been at that wedding. eighteen and wanting to be fucked.
I lent the photo up against a can of deodorant by my bed later and fell asleep staring at it in the half-light.
I woke up after a few hours sleep and found myself in my old bedroom at my parents' house. What the fuck? I was now in the single bed I had when I was still living at home, the décor was the same as it had been over twenty years ago, my parents had decorated later it when I bought my flat. I fumbled for my phone. I found a clunky Nokia where my latest Iphone should have been. More importantly though why was I at my parents house and where was Yvonne. I looked at the phone the basic screen displayed the date. 10-07-04 and the time was 7.35am 10th of July 2004. What the fuck. Then it clicked, I was dreaming and I was back in the past over twenty years ago. Just when Yvonne would be getting ready to go to her Uncle's wedding that night. Would the dream last long enough for me to get there and fuck her.
I went to bathroom and looked in the mirror, a late-twenties me stared back, the dream was very consistent and vivid. Sod it I thought, I showered and shaved then went down to breakfast and found my parents already downstairs, looking around the age I was now.
"You're up early son."
"Yeah dad thought I might go into town in a bit, then stay at a mates tonight so don't expect me back later," I replied, playing along with the dream in my head if I'm here I might as well enjoy it.
I lay on the bed playing snake, that isn't a euphemism, I was actually playing snake on the old Nokia phone, a game I used to love and missed in 2023. Later that day I went into town. Passing shop names that had long since gone, Woolworths, John Menzies, Comet, and finally the shop I was looking for Burtons. I knew what the dream wardrobe back at my parents had in it, jeans, sweatshirts and embarrassingly a shell suit from the nineties. If my dream lasted until tonight I needed something sophisticated and smart to seduce the young Yvonne. The of Chino's from the late 80's and early 90's worn with loafers and polo shirts had gone. Smart designer Oxford shirts with dark trousers and shiny shoes were now in fashion. I bought the trousers and shoes from Burtons but declined their shirt range, A Ralph Lauren or YSL shirt weren't available in my small town so I settled for a Ben Sherman one instead. I assumed the time would now jump and I would walk through a shop door and in my dream find myself in the hotel, I wondered what my dream would make the hotel like.
It didn't though I had to spend the whole day in my dream if I wanted to spend the night with an eighteen year old Yvonne. I spent an hour or two in McDonald's, No Costa or Starbucks yet in our town. I went home to my parents house showered, they saw me as I left, "Wow Dave bit dressed up for a night down the pub."
"Me and Barry are off to a club in Newton, I'm driving to his, then his sister is dropping us off. I'll stay at his tonight."
"Fair enough lad have a good night," replied dad, he slipped me a twenty pound note, "Have one for me." Something he had always done even after I'd started working and had my own money. Funny how spot on the dream was.
I didn't go to Barry's house, an old mate I'd kept in touch with, I drove over to Newton, half an hour away and started looking for the Bustle Inn, I found it on the ring road, a modern Motel type building with function room. Arriving way too early, I waited in the carpark until later to make my entrance I was going to lurk around the bar and try and spot Yvonne going to the loo and see if I could intercept her, not wanting to gatecrash the party.
While I was waiting in the car, I saw a group come out of the reception, I wound the window down a little to listen. I saw a younger version of Kevin, Yvonne's Uncle pulling his bride Amanda. Straggling behind was his older sister -- Yvonnes mum with her dad then..... the incredibly adorable 'plain Jane' Yvonne. She stood against a hedge, "let me grab a photo of you, looking all grown up" her dad shouted. Out came a 35mm Compact camera, digital cameras and phones hadn't replaced film much back in 2004. As the figure 50 metres away clicked the shutter, I realised I had just seen 'The Photo' being taken.
I left it until 8.30pm until I made my entrance, I'd passed the time playing snake on the Nokia, the battery was still nearly full, my Iphone would have been screaming for a power-bank by now.
I went to the bar and ordered a lager shandy, not wanting brewers droop, if that's a thing you can suffer from in a dream and I didn't want to get pulled by a dream cop for drink driving (that's a cop in my dream not a dishy officer}.
I was propping up the bar when Kevin the groom walked in, he ordered a pint of real ale. "Alright mate?" he asked as I looked at him. I nodded. "Do I know you?" he asked.
"you've probably seen me in town a few times, I sort of recognise you." I lied.
