One Man The Fool
Dave was putting the finishing touches to the clock he was working on when the phone rang. He carefully put the clock case down on the tissue paper, got up and walked to the wall phone in the kitchen. “Hello” he said.
“Hi” she said, “it’s me. Change of plans, I can’t see you tomorrow, he’s not going away after all. It just looks as if we are destined not to get it together doesn’t it?”
Seeking inspiration for a witty remark, he looked around the kitchen, his eyes flashing across the drying up on the drainer, the underwear drying on the radiator, the bills to be sorted in the pile of post from this morning. Nothing came to him. “Oh. Oh well I guess that you are right. Looks like we are fated not to get it together. Life’s a bitch then isn’t it?”
“Dave, I’m sorry. He was definitely going away, the coast was clear, I just don’t know what to do now, I don’t know when I can get to see you. I want you. I want to be with you, I want you in me” she sobbed quietly at the other end.
This demonstration of emotion disconcerted him for a moment. He was a little surprised at himself as he though that he had done all the running, and that she was going along with him, playing the teaser game with him. No one was supposed to get involved, no one was supposed to get into the position to get hurt - unless of course she was changing the rules of the game. Composure returning, he responded - “I want you too, I thought that you knew that. You know what I want to do, you know that right now I wish that you were with me - “
“What would you do if we were together now?” she interrupted.
“Oh nothing dramatic. I guess that after a small hug and a gentle kiss on the lips, my hands might fall towards your waist, sliding down to your hem line. I would probably slowly pull your dress up over your waist, and then over your head. My lips would likely gravitate down your neck, I would be drawn to the valley of your chest, my tongue gently licking the soft sides of your breasts as my hands released the pressure on the catch allowing them freedom. I would slowly circle your left breast, moving slowly in towards your hardening nipple, and then as I got towards the nipple I would slip further down, perhaps to my knees as I sucked gently around your navel. Something along those lines I guess” He could hear her breathing down the phone, it had deepened and become more pronounced. Now there was no sign of the sobs from a few moments earlier.
“This doesn’t help does it” she said. “It’s just frustration without release”
“No I guess you’re right. I’d better go then, but remember what I said as you slip your hand down your lap”
“Don’t. Don’t say that. It’s your hand I want not mine”
“Close your eyes and imagine I’m there with you. My lips are kissing your navel, but my hands have slipped down and are lightly exploring your pants line. Gently I am running my fingers along the edge of your pants, starting at the hip and working in. My right hand is going forwards and left, but my left hand is going the other way, it’s going backwards and behind, slowly and so softly, both hands moving gently & slowly to meet soon, but perhaps not touch. My hands are now gently running along underneath, my knuckles are brushing against each other , but my fingers are only touching you along the skin of your inner thighs. I can sense the occasional hair that escapes from beneath your pants and gently I may pull, just to the point of tension, but not to the point of pain.”
He was getting aroused himself, an erection growing as his imagination explored the real possibilities of stolen time together, overlaid with the mind images of her reaction to what he was saying right now.
“I’m there” she softly said, “your hands are now running around my crotch, gently, oh you are so gentle, your breath is so hot against my stomach. I can feel your nose rub against me as your head moves down , Oh God you found my clit, oh, oh. Oh , I don’t want you to stop, I wanted you to carry on, to explore me, to, to ..”
“My hands are still exploring you, my nose is filled with your scent, I can sense your moistness, and yes I want you, yes I am hard aching for you, but not now. It has to be another time. I stand up and gently kiss your face, regretting that the time is not available, that the opportunity has escaped us once more. As I kiss you I rub my hand against your sex, slightly pushing my finger into your slit through the damp fabric of your underwear. Pulling my hand upwards as I pull away. I know what you want, I know what you need, but now is not the time. “
He stopped, wondering if ever these fantasies would bear fruit and become reality. Too often they had made plans to meet, too often they had had to abandon at the last moment, resorting to apologetic phone calls, cancelling plans, feeling let down. The calls had become more and more explicit in nature, and he suspected that when they finally got it together it would probably be just a real anticlimax, leaving both of them embarrassed and probably frustrated too.
“You sod” she said to him as he was lost in his moments reflection, “you keep doing this. It’s just so bloody frustrating. I’m not going to arrange to meet you again. I don’t want imaginary sex, I don’t want a fuck on the phone, I want the real thing, to a conclusion, to the end. And this bloody phone call is now so long that it will be on the itemised bill, so how do I explain It.? Sod it, sod it, bloody sod it, and bloody sod you.”
The phone line went dead. He smiled ruefully to himself as he reflected on what had just happened. The end result of course was that he was now at a loose end tomorrow. Time for a coffee and then a phone call.
The phone rang only a couple of times before it was answered, “Red Hill
“Hi , how’s life?”
“Oh hello Dave, long time no speak. Things are not so bad, well not now that the youngest is at school and I actually get time to do things during the day. The evenings are still pretty busy with tea, brownies, cubs, baths, bed etc. etc. etc. It just never seems to stop from about
“Yeah, good, look, just a thought, rather than chat on the phone, I happen to be free tomorrow from about
“Brilliant. I’ve got to go to the bank first, so, say about tenish? “
“Okay dokey, see you in the morning, byesie bye”
As Dave pulled the Discovery onto her drive he caught a glimpse of her walking past her bedroom window. He turned the engine off, leant over the back and pulled across the flowers he had bought for her and dropped down onto her drive, pressing the remote alarm lock as the car door quietly shut behind him. As he walked upto her door she opened it before he could ring the bell.
“Hiya Jayne, traffic through town is sodding awful now that they’ve changed the lights, thought I was going to be late. Oh, and I thought that you might enjoy some flowers, so here you go, “ he said as he gave her the flowers.
“Nice one”, she responded pecking him lightly on his left cheek, her eyes lighting up as she looked over the flowers and took in their sweet scent, “come on in. Kettles on and should be boiling by now” He followed her in, pulling the front door to behind him, slipped his shoes off and went into the kitchen.
“It’s been months since I’ve been here Jayne, I just don’t know where the time goes. I must say that you really do look well, actually I ought to say a bit more than well, you look bloody marvellous. Divorce suits you, you look really relaxed, and well, softer I guess.”
“Careful what you say, it could be misconstrued, after all you’re a happily married man. Coffee still strong, white, no sugar and water off the boil?”
“Yup that’s the way I like it, and yes I’m married And I was being serious, you really do look incredible. I am even more convinced that Dick was an absolute fool to leave you. And I don’t know why you are still alone here. You are the best looking brain container I know. The world ought to be yours. Why didn’t I have to fight my way past an army of suitors and admirers?” He was walking around the kitchen as he spoke, looking at the clutter of a busy home. It certainly was no show home, but it was clean, it was tidy and things generally seemed to be put away in rightful places , not just tidied up for visitors.
“You know damn well why not. One, I’m not the looker that you seem to think I am. Two, where the hell am I going to meet anyone? Three, why should I go through all the pain that that bastard put me through again. Four, - “
“Stop it” he interrupted, “you’re talking Jayne crap again. We talked about that on the phone when Dick left. It’s not your fault that he couldn’t handle your intellect, and all he did was hold you back when he was here. All he wanted was a maid, cook, laundry woman, and a fuck on demand. He gave nothing in return, did nothing to help in the house or with the kids. And where does anyone meet anyone? Waiting at the checkout queue at Tesco, walking around the market on Saturday? I dunno, you just see people a few times and sometimes you say hello to a familiar face, and sometimes you even start a conversation. People meet people. It’s what they do. Like I said, you are talking Jayne crap again” He picked up his coffee and took a slip. ‘Great coffee’ he thought to himself as he sat down on the stool next to the breakfast bar.
Her back was turned to him as she snipped the flower stems and put them in the crystal vase. He always seemed to say not so much the right thing, but , well ‘the right thing!’ She knew that things weren’t really as bad as all that, and no, she wasn’t ugly, but what she was she was, and that was lonely. Oh yes, there were times when she just needed companionship and conversations that were a little more adult than those she got at home with the kids.
She smiled as she turned, picked up her coffee and went and sat on the stool next to him “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I should just go into Tesco’s, pick the longest queue and engage the man in front of me in conversation until we are served. I could ask him how often he shops there and then rearrange my schedule to be able to queue with him every time he shops. I could do this on a daily basis, buying just a few things, put picking a different likely chap each day. That way, with Sunday opening, I could probably vet seven candidates, give them each four chances, and so every 4 weeks I could try my luck with a new crew. Over the year that’s about 91 potentially unsatisfying male Tesco shoppers I could have engaged in stimulating conversation or bored silly - Of course that is if I haven’t been banned from Tesco’s for alleged soliciting.”
“You are such a silly sod at times. What the hell do I have to say to you? If you were to actually enact out the scenario that you described, you’d probably end up with about a million toilet rolls or what ever else you would buy that you didn’t actually need, and you would have greatly enriched the lives of 91 very lucky chaps. In fact, I’d take up shopping at Tesco myself.”
“Would you? Would you really, why? Just to watch the fun, see the silly cow making a fool of herself?”
He put his coffee cop down and turned towards her. Gently he put his hands on her cheeks and looked her straight in the eyes. “No. No, it wouldn’t be to see you make a fool of yourself .” He stroked her face with his hand, running his fingers over her lips and slowly down to stroke her neck.
“Whoa mister.” Jayne pulled away and stood up. “ For God’s sake what about Wonderful Wendy? You are married to her.”
“I’m sorry, OK, I’m sorry.” He looked at her and sighed. “I know, I know what it looks like, but you are attractive, well bloody gorgeous actually , and for a moment I just forgot myself. There are times, when I’m with you that I’m clumsy with what I say and do, and it’s, it’s, yes, probably exactly what you think. Wendy? Oh well Wendy is Wendy, and yes I should be thinking of Wendy and not Jayne, but I’m here with you Jayne not her. I know, when we spoke on the phone you kept saying that she sounded too good to be true, perhaps you were right - but then you had been having a shitty time, and you’ve had more than your share of troubles, any problems I might have been having were really just so small in comparison that I really couldn’t mention them. I did try not to be an insensitive ass and bang on about my problems. Yes, you are right, I should not lose sight of the fact that I am married to Wendy. I didn’t mean to hit on you, I too just need someone to talk with occasionally.”
“God Dave, I always thought that you were being honest with me. I never guessed otherwise. I’m sorry. But what troubles? You’ve never even hinted. Wonderful Wendy I call her. Everything you said made her seem so nice and frankly bloody wonderful. She seemed really good, everything I’ve ever heard you say tells me that, and I know what you’re like so I know that you both share all the chores and stuff around the house. And you’ve never struck me as clumsy with words or deeds, so what is it? I always thought that you could talk to me, In fact from the day we first met we’ve always been able to talk, sometimes we never stopped - sorting out the troubles of the world. You always made my problems seem so small and helped me put life back into perspective, You dragged me out of my depression the way no tablets from the doctor ever could.”
He took the last of his coffee, got up and went over to the sink and rinsed the cup through, looked for the tea towel but couldn’t find it. He put the cup upside down on the draining board, turned back to face Jayne and shrugged. “What can I say? I was being honest, but perhaps I just didn’t tell you the whole truth. You are completely right of course. Sorry, I must have just been being a little stupid today. Look it’s just that you are so bloody gorgeous and attractive that you overwhelmed my senses and, forgive me, and make me another of those magnificent cups of coffee before you go and take over the world.”
She got up and flicked the kettle on. “Yeah right of course I am bloody lovely me. You may say that with that little twinkle in your eye, but now we both know that something’s up. You can’t just shrug it off, or try a little flirt to get away from it” She was only a few inches away from him as he leaned against the worktop, his elbows supporting his weight. With him slouched down like this they were the same height, and she found she was looking directly into his eyes. She stared into his eyes for a moment trying to force him to open out to her. She moved towards him and put her arm around to behind him to get the cup off the draining board. As she lightly brushed against him she sensed him shudder, and rather than reach out for the cup, she moved her hand up and touched his cheek. His eyes closed and he ran his tongue across the edge of his teeth. She put her other hand on his other cheek, cupping his face in her hands. He took a deep breath and tried to move back and away, but couldn’t. “What is it? Speak to me” she said softly.
“What is there to say that won’t sound pitiful. Forget it. Seriously it’s not a problem. Just for a moment there I simply lost my self control and allowed my self to react to the presence of a beautiful and attractive woman. I am so sorry if I caused you embarrassment - it was a momentary weakness on my behalf, a lowering of my guard. As you say I am happily married so what could be wrong. Lets have that coffee.” He turned as if to move away, but she increased her hold. Still she held her eyes on his, staring into his blue green eyes as if trying to read his inner thoughts for herself.
Failing to pull away from her, he inwardly sighed and then closed his eyes. As his eyes closed she leant forward and kissed him. She was hesitant at first, and then as she sensed his lips respond, she kissed more forcefully. She moved her right hand down from his cheek, took his hand and placed it firmly on her right breast. There could be no doubt. There could be no room for mistake. She had told him plainly in deeds exactly what she wanted and what she expected.
He kissed her back, moral and righteous self control were not wanted here. He felt her breast through her T-shirt , his hand gently massaged her full breast, taking the weight as his finger and thumb sought out her hardening nipple. His other hand came up behind her and moved slowly across her back, moving down to the top of her jeans. His hand slipped his hand into her rear jeans pocket pulling her to him as he pressed himself against her.
She took his wrist and pulled his hand from her pocket, stepped back from him and taking his hand, led him away from the sink towards the kitchen door. “I think we ought to go somewhere more comfortable”
“No Jayne. Lets just go and sit down in the lounge and talk.” She turned around and moved close to him again, still holding his hand. He back stepped and found himself backed up against the wall. She just walked straight at him, pressing herself against him.
“So I’m not woman enough for you is that it? You call me attractive, but I don’t turn you on? Contradiction in terms isn’t it? OK, let’s go and sit down in the lounge and talk. But I think that you are a liar, and I think that you are a liar because of this,” she said as she gripped his erection through his trousers.
“Of course I’m attracted to you and turned on by you, you silly sod, I’ve already told you that. I already let my guard slip earlier and made a stupid pass at you almost without realising what I was doing, so of course you’re woman enough for me, your hand has already felt that for your self. That’s not the problem though is it? What next, where do we go from here? That’s the real issue. “I didn’t just make a pass because you are a woman and I’m a bloke and therefore I want it. Whilst that’s subconsciously true of most men, most men suppress those urges to be civilised and to demonstrate loyalty to their partner. My guard fell down because right now I’m feeling a little vulnerable and quite frankly unwanted. I’m married to a woman who just does not seem to care about me anymore - if she ever did. She shows me no warmth in private, hardly speaks to me, never asks how I’ve been doing at work, how I am, what I’m doing, she just never asks.
“How lonely can you be being by yourself? It’s worse being with someone and being alone I can tell you.”
She pulled back , completely shocked. She’d always liked him, always fancied him a little, and just thought that he was being typically male, having a bit of a down day, and had thought ‘Why not? I’m human, I need it too.’ God the times she had poured her heart out to him, cried on his shoulder, sobbed down the phone - and every time he had been there for her. Every time. And all along he was having problems of his own. She just had not realised the pain of his own that he had been hiding.
She leant forward and kissed him, gently at first, caressing his neck and then moving her hands across his chest. “You don’t ever have to feel alone whilst I’m around” She slipped her hand under his shirt and rubbed her palm over his nipples. His breath was short but deep, almost gasping. His eyes had closed as he leaned back against the wall. She felt him relax, almost as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.
“I won’t care anymore. I’ve done everything I can for Wendy, and all she does now is throw it back in my face. I think that someone more caring is in front of me right now, someone that deserves my full attention” With those words he pushed her back and holding both of her hands against the wall he kissed her, hard but not brutal and with a release of passion that surprised himself. As he kissed her he pushed his hand against the crotch of her jeans, gently rocking his palm in an up and down movement. With one movement he took the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her head, her breasts full and free, he stooped and gently sucked at each nipple in turn. He stopped, and pulled back and just looked her straight in the eye, not touching her apart from a gentle holding of a couple of fingers on her right hand.
“I think you deserve more than a quickie in the hall. I think that I would like you to take us up to your bedroom where we can make love, not just have sex.” He bent down and carefully picked up her T-shirt, passing it back to her as she turned to lead the way up stairs.
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