was home, sitting at the round table in my lounge, his head bent over the pile of exercise books, and I’d glance at him and every time feel that buzz at the sight of him just being there.
In some ways, I felt like I’d known him for ever and in others, every day was like unlocking a special secret when I found out new things about him. He hated Marmite, which was wrong on every level, but still kissed me after I’d had my toast in the morning. He seemed to use three times as much loo roll as any normal human being. He was a terrible driver, absolutely rubbish at food shopping – he bought everything on offer and the last time he’d cooked for me, he’d served up pork chops and fresh tagliatelle – and he had a not-so-secret addiction to Take Me Out and Paddy McGuinness’s dreadful puns. No likey, no lighty was now a regular refrain between us.
‘Ah, I’m so pleased for you,’ said Aunty Lynn. ‘I really do like his parents. Sally’s great fun. Have you met her yet?’
‘No, not yet. There’s not really been time.’ And our time was still too precious to share with anyone else. In the last two weeks, we’d spent ten out of fourteen nights together, mainly at my flat, which was more convenient for both our jobs.
‘You’ll like her,’ said Lynn with blithe confidence. ‘And that dog – bonkers.’
‘Oh, I’ve met Tiggy,’ I said. ‘When Sam was housesitting a few weeks ago. The garden is amazing. Someone has green fingers.’
‘That’s Miles. He’s getting it ready for the party. Let’s hope the weather stays like this,’ said Richard. ‘Although if we don’t get a bit of rain, the grass is going to be dead. They’re talking about a hosepipe ban.’
‘Sally’s been planning it for weeks,’ added Lynn.
‘What’s the occasion?’ asked Shelley.
‘It’s their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. It’s going to be quite a big do. We’ll probably see you there,’ said Lynn.
‘Probably,’ I said, tipping my glass, the bubbles of Prosecco hitting the back of my throat with a sharp bite.
‘I really need to go shopping. If I get a nice dress, I can wear it for Gladys’s wedding as well. And you do too, Richard,’ continued Lynn, gabbling on. ‘You are not wearing that manky brown jacket again.’
‘What’s wrong with it?’ Richard grinned as his wife shook her head and groaned.
‘Dad, you look like a redundant geography teacher. Elbow patches are not a thing.’
‘Gladys won’t mind,’ said Richard, which was true given she favoured workmen’s overalls, Doc Martens and silver lamé handbags. When I was a little girl, I’d liked to think she was some sort of space explorer.
‘Besides, I always liked geography,’ he protested, winking at me.
‘What are you going to wear to Sally and Miles’s wedding anniversary bash, Jess?’ asked Lynn.
‘I haven’t thought about it,’ I replied, and Shelley shot me a look. Wrong answer, Jess. I always knew what I’d wear. I’m a planner. I don’t leave things like that to chance. She knew me so well; she immediately knew I hadn’t been invited. Yet.
It was probably my new favourite sound in the whole world: Sam’s soft-throated hum of pleasure filling my bedroom as I took him in my mouth and the heated pants of, ‘Jess, Jess,’ as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. Shelley, whom I’d left an hour before, had complained about her dull Saturday night and told me I’d better get some action in because, in her words, ‘Seriously, babe, there’s tumbleweed blowing about in my fanny.’ Thankfully, this was of course out of earshot of Aunty Lynn and Uncle Richard. I’m not sure what either of them would make of my full-frontal attack on Sam as soon as we walked through the door of my flat, although I could guarantee Shelley would approve. She’d be cheering bad-girl Jess along from the side lines.
Spread out before me, his body was so male and larger-than-life with those toned muscles and long limbs. I wanted to lick every last bit of him, lap him up like the best ice cream you can imagine. Having him at my mercy, so desperate for me, turned me inside out. I was so turned on, I stopped and slid up his body, my tongue tracing from navel to nipple before I straddled his broad hips, lowering myself, then clenching around him as he groaned. I was lost for a few strokes, focused on the pleasure of feeling