Of course thanks to Amelia, Simon already had a pretty good idea of what Tamara wore on her night out, he also knew she had been a bit of a bad girl too. He just didn't know quite how bad!
Amelia wakes early and makes coffee as Tamara slowly emerges from under a sleeping bag.
Around twenty minutes later Simon's phone buzzes. An incoming message, might be Tamara he wonders anxiously. Although Amelia had promised things were fine, he felt tense, always tense when she was ignoring him like this, especially given the timing, right before the wedding in three days time now. He wanted to know beneath the sexual apprehension, that everything was fine, that she loved him and wanted to be with him, forever.
Well he was not to be disappointed, it was indeed Tamara.
"Hiya babe." She said. "Missing you!" "Sorry I've been quiet for a while, things on my mind but all good now, wanna come see you XXX"
He felt the tension run out of him like water draining from a bath. Ok well all good so far, he thinks to himself.
Another message. "Be there in fifteen minutes that ok?"
"Yes." Was Simon's reply. He was filling with excitement, and a little apprehension too. He bombed upstairs, making sure he'd properly hidden the knickers Amelia had so kindly passed to him, thanking her to himself for being such a star, and his thoughts turned to what scant information he'd got from her about the hen do, trying to ensure he'd got fact separated from fantasy, well at least the facts he'd been given, but still he was convinced there was more, maybe much more to hear.
The annoying buzz from the doorbell pierced his excited, apprehensive state with a shocking jolt of the imminent. It was as if some unseen hand had just pelted him with road chippings. He ejected himself from his room of the shared house and made his way downstairs to the familiar blurred shape of his betrothed through the frosted glass beyond the porch.
He could sense almost straightaway she was a bit agitated, nervous even.
As he moved to the door her dark shape became discernable colours and features, he could see her face, her hair. He felt the overwhelming need to be and to feel close to her. He didn't like not seeing her after the hen night, and though he was excited for why she might be avoiding him perhaps, he couldn't help feel a little anxious and by the same token, wanted to ease any apprehension she might be feeling.
Tamara turned to take a furtive glance down the street as Simon lent for the door, then brushed the hair from her face, flicked across by the wind.
The door knob gave a small creak from the ageing porch as he twisted it with his hand before the catch disengaged and the door swung open, giving a clear view of his beloved.
She moved toward him straightaway and they were in each others arms, eye's meeting briefly their faces touching, before tongues and mouths do the rest, that familiar feel and smell of the other and mouth on mouth wetness.
"Le' me in bloody monster!" She says breaking off, and trying to deflect him from seeing her nervousness.
"I can't help it, I've been wantin' you bad Tamara!"
"Yea well you will 'ave me in a minute, le's jus' get upstairs first." She offers in a hushed tone.
They passed through the porch, went indoors and took the familiar climb upstairs, which seemed longer, creaks more audible. Tamara felt on edge despite Amelia's pep-talk, no matter what she told herself, apprehension oozed out of her and as they entered the room it almost felt like stepping into the unknown.
He closed the door of the bedroom. Tamara wrapped her arms around him, lightly she kissed his face and neck. She wanted first for him to feel her touch, her love and her deep affection, for him to know it was real.
Simon loved this attention, always had. It made him feel validated and wanted, and yes, it was his up most priority, the seal of their relationship. But he also wanted to see her face, to delve into those secretive, dark eye's of hers and plunder their mysterious depths.
"I want to know about your hen night." Simon stated with eager curiosity, already aroused, running his hand beneath Tamara's skirt. He loved the alluring feel of her soft skin.
"Ooh, someone's feelin' horny!"
He let out a lungful of air with a yes.
"Mmm...." Tamara cooed, feeling encouraged by his reaction as she willed Amelia's words to be true, so that she could ease the guilty feeling that had been gnawing away at her insides for day's.
"I've been horny since before you went out on your hen night Tamara.....and you know why?" Simon decided now was definitely the time to come clean, to spill the beans about his naughty little obsession for the sake of both of them.
"Let me guess." Ventured Tamara. Simon's hand was now feeling it's way over her arse, which she loved.
"Is it 'cause you aven't seen me f' so long!" She said as she planted kisses on him in a jokingly maternal fashion.
"No." Said Simon definitively, impatiently even. "Though I would have very much liked, to have seen you!" He added pointedly and held her face in his hands, kissed her lips softly but forcefully, trying to steer her onto the topic of his desires.
"I've been wanting to hear about your night out...." He said in a low voice.
