Chapter Two A Secret Shared
I heaved a sigh of relief, quietly closing the front door on the house that had been my home for years. I had to fight the urge to slam it so hard the glass would shatter, it's what I really wanted to do.
Jeremy had been so nasty, I couldn't blame him really. I had just shattered so many illusions.
It was barely two months since my two oldest friends had introduced me to the joys to be had with my own sex. In the back of Lisa's car, I'd been used by both Lisa and Jen. True, I'd had far too much to drink but I couldn't blame what happened entirely on the drink.
I'd found myself willingly letting both of them pleasure me. With lips, fingers, and tongues. They took me to places I'd never imagined I'd go. But go I certainly did.
I'd cum so hard it took my breath away, leaving me utterly satisfied. Spread wide, tits out for the two of them so they could take whatever they wanted. Jen's tongue had teased and tasted my wet pussy as Lisa held me, her hands and lips working their own magic as she watched her lover work between my open thighs. Then when I started to cum telling me I was a good girl.
Barely two months and here I stood looking at a house I would never enter again. That much Jeremy had made quite clear. I think if I'd confessed to an affair with another man he would have understood that. But when I told him it wouldn't be a man that was going to enjoy my body but another woman, that was a step too far for Jeremy.
He'd called me every name under the sun, including some I'd never heard before. A rare feat indeed, considering I taught teenagers at a rough secondary school.
I'd planned carefully, knowing what I wanted, what I needed. It made things easier for me to do what I did.
Poor Jeremy never suspected a thing.
I'd already rented a flat, only fifteen minutes walk from the school.
It was pure luck I'd found it. I was wandering in an area close to work but one I couldn't remember ever noticing before. I saw the handwritten card in the window of a shop that seemed to sell almost everything.
Flat To Rent, Apply Within.
Pushing open the door I traveled back in time.
The soft tinkle of the bell above the door suited what I found inside.
So many drawers, all bearing labels indicating what might be inside. Shelves displaying things I didn't even know what their use could be, let alone what they might be called. And behind the counter was a man whose age I couldn't guess, wearing an old-fashioned apron. He suited the shop perfectly.
I explained I was enquiring about the flat advertised in the window.
With a smile, he stepped out from behind the counter, hand outstretched to shake mine.
He searched around in his pockets before finding a bunch of keys, then with me following stepped outside, indicating a door I hadn't noticed set back from the street.
Handing me the keys he said I should go ahead and take a look. The stairs were getting too much for him these days. He would wait in the shop for me to return the keys.
Opening the front door I was faced with a set of steep stairs that led to another door at the top. Finding the right key I unlocked it and stepped inside. I loved it. It could do with a lick of paint but that was easy to fix.
There were odd little alcoves and cupboards. I was already imagining what I could use them for.
The bedroom was large with two sets of windows letting in the light. Down a small passage, the bathroom had the deepest bath I'd ever seen. How on earth anyone managed to get it up the stairs was anyone's guess. It must have weighed a ton.
The kitchen was surprisingly modern. It had everything I'd need and was nicely decorated.
In fact, the only room that really needed a coat of paint was the living room. The ceiling had recently been painted so only the walls to paint.
I wanted it, I could see myself happily living here.
Twenty minutes later I had the keys to my new flat. I was shocked when the man, who I now know was called Laz, told me how much he wanted. It was half the price I'd expected to pay. This was London, there was no such thing as a cheap flat. I even had a parking spot at the back of the shop for my little car. I would hardly need to use it. Everything I could want was on my new doorstep and I could walk to work.
The next day I paid the first month's rent and dropped off the first of my possessions. Two boxes of books. Jeremy wouldn't notice they were gone. They'd been stored in the spare bedroom since we'd first moved in.
Little by little I moved myself out. Some clothes one day, shoes the next. Taking something to my new flat nearly every day.
By the time I finally told Jeremy it was over I'd collected an assortment of furniture. I'd become the queen of the second-hand shops. I'd haggled, bargained, and sometimes even begged.
I made deals that had left the traders thinking they'd somehow been conned. Free delivery was a favorite, my car couldn't cope with big items so I played the helpless woman shamelessly.
I was nearly there, only a couple of items I wanted and I'd be all set.
I spent my first night at the flat on the last day of term. Summer holidays, six weeks off to just be me. That first night I drank red wine, lounging on my charity shop sofa, and just listened to my retro radio. I'd made the decision not to have a T.V. It would encourage me to read. Now if I could find a nice little bookcase I'd be completely happy.
As it happened the lack of a bookcase was the catalyst for what would follow.
Saturday morning I set out to scour the shops on the local High Street. I need some paintbrushes, paint, and a bookcase. By lunchtime, I was a sweating mess. I should have bought the paint last instead of having to lug the heavy can up and down with me as I searched for the elusive bookcase.
I had to stop, I would buy myself a coffee and then head home. I had bought something that was going to be delivered to my flat at around five o'clock. A large abstract canvas that was perfect for the alcove where my little dining table lived. I just liked it, no idea why, but I wanted it. I'd haggled the price down to fifty pounds from eighty. It was a bargain...Or so I kept telling myself...
