I am awake now. The long green curtains are still drawn yet I can see behind them that it is daylight now. Morning. Early.
I am naked and lying on the top of the covers of the double bed – her bed.
I move my head slowly to the left and see that she is still asleep with her long, thick and curly chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. She is naked too.
I run my eyes, feeling kind of like a voyeur and a little guiltily, over the exposed flesh of her body which is half-turned towards me.
Her head is resting upon her left arm which is pale and shapely and speckled liberally and evenly with small moles. Her ample and firm left breast, the mound of which is also home to a small mole, draws out to a prominent nipple - I like that.
I cast my eyes down to her trim little tummy and her long, lean, and well-toned legs, the auburn triangle…
She opens her eyes, blue eyes, and yawns.
“Good morning, Sharon,” I greet her.
“Morning, Matt,” she replies in turn, and smiles.
It is warm in the bedroom, and we are both naked above the covers. Naked without shame. Without embarrassment.
It has been a passionate night. I have fucked her and climaxed five times during the space of about twelve hours. But I do not think she has come once.
I have not used a condom. Perhaps I should have. Too late now. What happens… happens. She is the right one for me. I know it.
She swivels her head to the right briefly and looks at the clock. The red digital numbers read: 07:02. She turns back and says, “You’ll have to go soon as my mother will be round, and I don’t want her to find me in bed with you. It’s too soon for that. Sorry.”
“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I understand.” And I do.
“I've got some Shreddies, you'll just have time to eat them before you go,” she adds, perhaps feeling a little bad about kicking me out.
“Honestly, don’t worry.”
She smiles a wide smile with her thin, yet oddly sensuous lips and I lean over and kiss her gently, sweetly, on them.
I swing myself off the bed and prepare to get dressed…
* * *
Sharon and I have just got off the bus. I am day off and I have met her from work – she is employed in a drawing office – and have travelled back with her on the bus. I have no car now as money is tight for me.
It is about six o'clock. We are about to turn off into Victoria Grove when a red car passes. I recognise the registration number – it is my ex-wife’s red Toyota Tercel - and sitting in the passenger seat is Leanne. Leanne is my ex-wife and the mother of my three-year-old son, James.
Driving the vehicle is Len, the new man in her life, the one she dumped me for.
I don’t like Len much. Bighead and borderline bully.
I am not bitter anymore, but the car is the one I bought her when she passed her test, and not long before we finished.
Leanne sees me and can't stop looking - it is the first time she has seen me with Sharon. In fact, she keeps her head turned and gaze fixed on us till the car rounds a corner.
I feel inwardly self-satisfied because I have clearly made her jealous – she is a vain woman who believes she is irresistible to men and she would have liked me to have spent the rest of my life pining for her. I kid you not.
But I know I have got the better woman. And I’m ‘moving on’.
Funny, how as one ego deflates the other inflates.
Sharon and I carry on walking down the avenue hand in hand. We are happy. And I just know it's going to be a good evening…
*
We are in Sharon’s lounge and her daughter has gone to bed. We take off all our clothes and begin to cuddle and caress each other on the sofa. We know that we must be quiet.
I am gently running my fingers over the bare flesh of her upper arm – I know she likes that. I am also kissing round her pert nipples – teasing her.
Suddenly she pulls herself up and says, “I want to go on top – I like it now and again.”
“That’s fine,” I respond.
I lie down along the sofa, and she gently manoeuvres herself down onto my cock.
“Mmm, that’s better. Much better.”
She begins to pull herself up and down slowly whilst kind of rotating her hips and groin ever so slightly. I watch her expression become of one of concentration and contentment and her breathing transforming into little gasps.
She leans forward and allows her arms to outstretch onto my chest to support herself, whilst at the same time rubbing my nipples. She is dextrous, no doubt about that.
As I too become increasingly aroused, I allow myself to gaze at her sexy body with her firm tits and superbly trim figure, her pale flesh…
She starts to gasp even more with her face almost screwing up as I feel the insides of her vagina begin to contract and release…
“Ooooh… aaahh,”
And as she comes so do I too.
For a second, we seem as one. And then it’s over.
We both smile as she lifts herself off me and swings her legs away. I notice tiny dribbles of sperm running down the inside of her thigh.
“I rather enjoyed that,” she says to me.
“Yeah, me too,” I reply and then add: “I’d better be getting off as I have to get up at six – bloody job.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“That was good, I must say.”
As I wipe myself down and prepare to get dressed, I am beginning to believe that I may be the luckiest man alive…
* * *
I'm with my mother, my grandmother, my son, and Sharon.
My mother says to me, “We are so glad you have met Sharon – she'll make you very happy.”
I wake up to find myself in Sharon's double bed.
It's a dream and my mother and grandmother are both dead which makes me a little sad. And I am also alone as Sharon has gone to work.
I realise that I love Sharon now and that I no longer have any feelings whatsoever for Leanne.
For the first time in what has seemed to be a very long while I look forward to the future.
I also believe that I will be with Sharon for the rest of my life...
* * *
We are walking along the road. Strolling really. We are holding hands and silent. We are not speaking but we are happy. In love. In lust. Optimistic. I feel good. But always I need more sleep. That’s the job.
It is early evening. Not dark. Not dusk. Pre-dusk. If you understand what I mean.
To my left, west, I can see across the river. Distant works. Green fields. Trees. Not people. Too far for that. I cannot see the water of the river. I know it is there though. Flowing. At times quicker. At times slower. Tidal. Changing directions.
For a moment I feel at one with nature. The cosmos.
Suddenly she turns to me and says, "Would you ever be unfaithful to me?"
"No. Never," I reply. "Why would I want to hurt you?"
She squeezes my hand tighter. She feels reassured.
I mean what I say. I will never betray her with another woman. Never.
* * *
We are sitting in her kitchen at the table. There are mugs of tea in front of us plonked down on the bare wooden surface. It is about nine o’clock at night. The lights are on, but it stills seems a little dim.
“Before I met you, I was really lonely. I hadn’t been in a relationship for seven years. I remember crying once in the bath because I was so lonely,” she confesses.
I visualise her naked in the soapy water with her legs drawn up and her arms pulling them close to her body. I see her with her head bowed and not noticing or caring that the curly ends of her long chestnut brown hair were touching the surface of the now tepid water. I imagine her sniffling with reddened eyes, and it makes me sad.
I take hold of her hand and say, “You’ll never feel alone again. I will never leave you. I will always care for you.” I then add, whilst stroking the back of her wrist, “The days of crying in the bath are over…”
* * *
The credits roll for the end of The Marathon Man.
“That was really good!” I turn and say to her.
“Yes, it’s one of my favourite films. Glad you enjoyed.”
She sits up, kneels forward on the bed, and stretches out to switch the television off before returning back to lie on the covers. I am lying on the bed and the time is just after eleven.
I roll over and give her a kiss as a prelude to fucking her.
“I'm afraid we can't do anything tonight – I'm on.”
“Oh, okay,” I say, a little disappointed. “But it’s still good to be with you.”
She pauses and says calmly, “Take all your clothes off....”
TO BE CONTINUED...