I walked along the South Bank in London, a popular walk along the river Thames. All sorts of cultural events and street artist perform there; it is very entertaining anytime, any day.
My mobile rang; it was Tom, a friend of mine from New York. I hadn't seen or heard from him in over a year. Tom and I studied together and graduated together. We both qualified in mechanical engineering here in Oxford, England.
Tom moved to the States soon after we graduated twelve years ago. He got a job in an engineering company and made his way up to a position in management.
I stayed back in England; got a job and studied further to get my doctorate. My name is Kevin. I'm thirty five, six foot one inch tall and slim. I'm not married nor have a girlfriend. I have my own house, a three bedroom detached property in Oxford.
Tom got married to Natasha, a very petite lady, who is thirty years old and has her own business - a little shop selling hand crafted items.
I was best man at their wedding six years ago, that's when I first met Natasha. Natasha and I got on very well together. We enjoyed each other's company and sense of humour. I had only been able to visit them for the wedding period, which was around ten days, and during that time we got on very well. When I got back home, we would all talk on the phone or Skype. But with one thing and another that all petered away, and our contacts became less and less frequent. I was the one who would call, but got the distinct feeling that I was intruding - especially from Tom.
Back to the call, Tom had called because he had seen my name as a presenting author for a paper to be presented in New York. A conference he planned to attend. He said that he would take a few days off work so that we could catch up on things. He also said he would meet me at the airport to pick me up - I agreed and two weeks later I landed in New York, where Tom true to his word picked me up.
He saw me immediately, and I heard him shout out my name as I came out of customs. We greeted each other and he then drove me to his place in Manhattan. I knew his place was a one bedroom flat, so I had already booked a nearby hotel for me.
Natasha was at work, so Tom and I spent some time together, we chatted and he took me around Central Park. It was around six in the evening, when Tom suggested we have a few drinks for old times' sake.
Tom said that Nat would be home soon, around seven, and we could all go out for a meal. I didn't mind a late night as the conference wasn't due to start for a couple of days. I had come early just to make sure I recovered from the jet-lag.
Natasha got home and we greeted each other, I was so glad to see her again. Natasha's a very pretty woman, as I have mentioned a petite frame, had long red hair and green eyes.
We went out that evening and had a really nice meal which I insisted on paying for, as a thank you for picking me up. I had noticed that Tom drank quite a lot, but thought not to mention it.
The conference went on for four days, I had told Tom that I would be in town till the conference had finished and then move on to do some site-seeing for another week.
My presentation was on the second day, and it went well. I was congratulated by all attendees and especially by Tom.
That night Tom insisted that the meal was on him. He seemed to drink quite a lot of the champagne we had ordered. I was asked to go back to their place by Tom, it was around ten.
Tom broke open a bottle of Jack D, and we sat, drank and chatted over a lot of things. Tom drank a lot his speech started to slur. Natasha was on red wine, but only drank moderate amounts. She kept looking over to Tom, and I could tell she was not happy with the amount he was putting away.
I saw her stand up at a comment Tom made, not to her directly, but it must have touched a nerve on Nat. She shot up and said, "I'll leave you two together, I'm going to take a shower."
Nat went for her shower while Tom and I chatted. Me mostly, as Tom just drank and drank. Nat came back down half an hour later, in a dressing gown. I noticed she looked at Tom and was very unhappy with his drinking, especially with me there as a guest.
It was close to midnight and Tom had fallen asleep, he was dead to the world. Natasha and I carried on and talked for another half an hour, I looked over to Tom and asked Nat, "What are we going to do with him?"
Natasha said, "Oh leave him, I'll get a blanket and he'll sleep there."
I said, "No, that's not fair. I'll take him to his bed."
Natasha turned her back to him and waved her arm and said, "He always gets like this, I just leave him there. It's his favourite spot, has been in over a year now, next to the JD bottle."
I walked up to Tom and put my arms under him, and picked him up.
"If you're sure Kev?" said Nat with a queried look on her face.
Tom was a bit over weight but I was sure I could still carry him to his bed. Natasha led the way and I placed him on the bed. He never stirred, opened his eyes or anything.
I asked, "Are you sure he's okay?"
Natasha placed a hand on my shoulder looked at me and said, "When he's out like this, he's out for hours. Nothing will wake him now, just time, something like six or seven in the morning. Good thing he's off work for a few days because of you."
I said, "I suppose he's just in a very merry mood seeing me again."
She looked sad and said, "I wish that were so, but sadly no... he's been drinking a lot for over a year now. And I'm just so tired of him being this way. He's changed a lot."
I said to Natasha, "I'm sorry to hear that. If there is anything I can help with please don't think twice. Just ask me, please."
I lay Tom down and Natasha started to undress him, I said, "Okay then, you sure you'll be fine now?"
Natasha looked very withdrawn, sad; I was concerned for the both of them. I turned to the door and said, "Can I use the bathroom before I call for a taxi."
Natasha pointed the way saying, "Yes of course, second door on the left."
I walked out and had to pee. I did not think Natasha would come to the bathroom so I didn't bother closing the door fully.
I did my bit, washed, and then I needed to look for the hotel name on a card in my wallet so I could tell the taxi driver where I deeded to go.
I looked through my wallet and could not see it in there, I was sure I had put it in there. I fumbled around, I pulled out different cards. Then I saw it, and as I took it out - it slipped from my fingers and went through a gap of a laundry hamper's lid besides the wash basin.
Shit! I opened the lid and could not see it, so I had to dig deeper. Just then I had a massive shock and jumped out of my skin as Natasha was at the door and said, "Well, well, well, I see, you're a dirty little kicker sniffer."
I went as red as a beetroot; and could not think how to explain, I said, "No, please, no, it's not what you think, please, let me show you. I dropped a card in here. Look from my wallet."
I had the wallet in my hand which I held open towards her. I then looked back at the hamper and said, "Please it's in there let me show you."
Natasha walked slowly in and towards me, 'Tut tuting,' her tongue, her arms folded.
I dug back into the hamper and with relief I saw it near the bottom. I reached down and retrieved it. I held it up to Natasha and said, "Here look."
She shook her head and said, "How do I know you didn't put that in there as an excuse?"
I was dumfounded; how does one prove one's innocents with a statement like that?
I was still embarrassed and said, "Please, you have to believe me I'm not like that."
She turned around and started to walk back out and said, "Come with me I need a hand."
I followed her back into her bedroom, she went to Tom's trousers, and she had already undone the belt and zipper. She said, "Lift him up so I can pull these down."
I went across and did what she asked me to do. She slipped them off, folded them and placed them on a chair.
I asked, "Is that it, can I call for my taxi now?"
She came towards me, said nothing, looked up and stared into my eyes, made me feel really small and inadequate.
As we both looked at each other, she stepped onto the bed and faced me. She kissed me softly on the lips and to my utter dismay said, "Would you like to do more than just sniff my knickers?"
I was at a loss for words; I stared back into her eyes, with a look of fright in them, I said, "Really, I wasn't... knickers... you know."
She said, "It's been a long time since he's been interested in anything, it's been a long time since he's been interested in me. And it's been a very long time since he's made love to me, he's always drunk."
She grabbed my head in both hands and kissed me deeply. It was after a little while I responded to her and we kissed passionately for quite some time.
My cock got hard as she pushed and wiggled herself on it. I was sure she felt my 'nine incher.'
She let go of my head and as we still kissed she moved away a little and started to undo the buttons of my shirt. I helped a bit and then froze. I had not really thought of Natasha in a sexual way before, mainly because she was my best friend's wife.
If she hadn't been, and in any other situation, Natasha was just so nice a character and we really did get on well, she was just my type of woman that I would never say no to. No red blooded male would say no to her, fuck, just look at her.
I took a step back and said, "No, I can't."
