They took her car to the pub so Jim could have a few drinks, and he spent the entire evening sitting by the bar. Naomi introduced him to a few of the regulars and he had a very pleasant night chatting to a few guys he’d never met before about football, music, the staggering number of celebrities who’d died over the last year, Brexit, and Donald Trump’s surprise victory in the States.
Shortly after midnight, Jim held Naomi’s hand as they walked to her Mini. He was a little bit drunk.
She waited until he’d fastened his seatbelt before she started the car. “Did you enjoy your evening?”
Jim nodded. “I had a very nice time. One of the barmaids couldn’t keep her eyes off me.”
“Oh? Which one?”
“The best looking one there.”
She glanced sideways at him. “What did she look like?”
“Pale blue blouse and black skirt.”
She smiled at his very basic summary of her clothes. “Maybe she felt sorry for you, sitting all alone.”
“Yeah, well…” He put his hand on her leg. “Maybe she’ll make it up to me later.”
Naomi laughed. “Leave me alone! I’m an older woman and I need my beauty sleep.”
He squeezed her leg gently. “Only if I can watch you sleep.”
“You’re pissed. You’ll be asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.”
“Probably.”
Moments later, they were cuddling under cool, clean sheets. She lay back onto her pillow and looked up at him. “So, are you going to abuse my aged body yet again?”
Jim kissed her forehead. “Yes—many times. But not tonight.”
“I can live with that.” She turned the light out and he placed his arm around her as she rested her head on his chest.
As she’d predicted, Jim fell asleep almost immediately.
* * * *
When Naomi left for the pub to work the Sunday lunch shift, Jim headed home. He didn’t know when Sophie would return—she hadn’t bothered to text—but he needed to wash and iron some of his clothes for work.
He loaded the washer, then tidied around the house. He flicked on the TV and there was a live football game on, so he grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down just as the second half kicked off. After a few minutes his phoned buzzed. It was an email from Sophie; presumably she was back in the UK. He opened the message:
Hiya
Have finished my adventure in Jamaica (can’t wait to tell you about it). G-J’s taking a short break in the US and has asked if I’d like to join him. It’ll just be for a few days, so I’ve said ‘yes’.
Will phone the office tomorrow and sort out my holidays.
Speak soon.
Sxxx
Jim was momentarily numb. He didn’t know if he was angry or relieved. His first thought was that he’d be able to see more of Naomi. And that was great, but not enough to kill the rising feeling of annoyance. Shouldn’t she have at least asked if it was okay with him? Just because their relationship was open, it didn’t mean one of them could simply disappear on holiday without consulting the other. But then again, Sophie had been on the other side of the Atlantic and possibly felt like she didn’t have a choice…
Whatever the reason, he’d phone Naomi to see if she wanted company for the next few nights.
He re-read Sophie’s text. She’d obviously had the big black guy adventure and was eager to tell him all about it. Jim tried getting excited about it, but it felt like an effort. The buzz didn’t make its usual appearance. Maybe the disappearing-on-holiday stunt had spoiled it? He tried to imagine her straddling a big black guy, struggling to accommodate his monster cock…
A goal was scored in the football match, the burst of noise from the crowd making him jump. Jim watched the replay; it was a good goal, hit from outside the area with the left foot. The game was now tied at one-one with half an hour to play.
Checking his watch, he decided to call Naomi later, after her shift had finished. The game was now exciting, and as he settled back on the sofa to watch, the doorbell rang. He paused the game. It was probably someone trying to sell him double glazing or plastic guttering, or whatever.
He opened the front door and his jaw dropped. “Lisa?”
It was Sophie’s younger sister, who lived over a hundred miles away.
“Hiya.” She stepped into the hall and kissed his cheek. “I’ve been over to visit some friends in Shrewsbury and thought I’d call to say hello as I headed back home.”
“Great…”
She looked at him. “Is everything okay?”
Jim nodded, but couldn’t quite manage a smile.
Lisa walked into the empty living room and looked around. “Where’s Sophie?”
“She’s, er… out.”
“Her car’s on the drive.”
Jim’s thoughts tripped over each other as he tried to think of an answer. He found himself looking towards the drive, even though a solid wall prevented him from seeing Sophie’s car. “Yeah, she was picked up.”
“Oh, okay. Where’s she gone, and when will she be back?”
Jim bit his lip and looked into Lisa’s eyes, which were exactly the same colour and shape as Sophie’s. “I’m not sure.”
A frown formed on her face. “You’re not sure where she’s gone, or not sure when she’ll be back?”
“Both.” Jim felt the blood draining from his face.
Lisa’s eyes opened wide. “Jim, has she left you?”
He laughed, but instantly regretted it; it had sounded like a manic cackle. “No. No, it’s not that. I just don’t know—”
“Who’s she gone with?” Her face was serious.
“Er… A friend.”
“A man friend or a woman friend?”
Jim’s mind flitted to Sophie and Anja’s trip to the club where Sophie had danced with a rubber cock inside her. “It’s a man friend.”
Lisa looked more confused than ever. “And have you any idea where they are?”
“America.”
“Amer—? Jim, what the fuck’s going on?”
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Can I get you a drink or—?”
“Jim! Tell me who Sophie’s gone to America with.”
He shrugged, angry at himself for not thinking quicker. He could have said she was away with work, or visiting a friend, or one of several other reasonable excuses. But he’d been caught off guard, and couldn’t see a way out.
“What’s going on?”
“I really think you should ask Sophie when—” Jim turned at the sound of the back door opening. He and Lisa looked at each other, then towards the archway through to the kitchen. He went in first to find Sara glaring at the two of them.
“Oh, I see you have another guest.” Her voice was sarcastic, her skirt was short and her stilettos were ridiculously high.
Jim was angry; there were a hundred things he would have said to Sara had Lisa not been standing next to him. “What are you doing here?”
Sara looked at Lisa, then back at Jim. “Interrupting, by the look of things.”
Jim shook his head. “This is Sophie’s sister.”
Sara shrugged. “Well, why not keep it in the family?”
“Fuck you!” Jim hadn’t wanted to lose his temper, but it was too late now.
Sara laughed. “Oh, we’ve been down that road.”
“Sara, I think you should leave.” Jim was shaking slightly and hoped Lisa didn’t notice.
“Yes, you’re probably right.” Sara smiled at Lisa, scowled at Jim then turned and left as abruptly as she’d arrived.
Lisa looked at Jim. “Who the fuck is that psycho-bitch?”
Jim laughed and shook his head, trying to release the nervous tension. It didn’t work. “Lisa, I really need a drink.”
“Yeah, me too. What’ve you got?”
“Gin, whiskey, vodka, wine, beer, Baileys—”
“White wine would be nice, if you’ve got it.”
Jim nodded and went to t
he kitchen. He locked the back door, and still couldn’t believe Sara had walked into his house like that. A thought occurred; had Sophie phoned Sara to ask her to visit Jim as a way of making it up to him for staying away longer than agreed? Whatever—Sara’s actions had been beyond the pale.
Jim took a bottle of white from the fridge and poured two large glasses, then carried them through to the living room. Lisa had removed her jacket and was sitting on one of the sofas. He passed her a glass and took a seat on the opposite sofa, keeping about eight feet between them. He didn’t particularly want her to know that Sara’s appearance had brought him out in a cold sweat.
She sipped wine. He sipped wine. He stared at the ceiling, catching her looking fixedly out of the window. Eventually he lowered his head, only to be caught in the spotlight of her appraising stare.
Lisa took a sip of her drink. “I think it’s obvious what’s going on, so I’m not going to ask you to explain anything. It’s none of my business, and Sophie doesn’t have to explain anything to me either. In fact, I’d prefer that Sophie doesn’t find out that I know about it.”
Jim slumped in relief. He didn’t feel the need to try and justify his and Sophie’s relationship to anyone, and he certainly didn’t want to discuss their sex life with his sister-in-law.
“Does it make you happy?” She had her head tilted to one side and looked into his eyes.
Jim thought about the question, probably for the first time in quite a while, and shrugged. “Probably not in the long term.”
She nodded. Lisa had been married very briefly to a guy who had a tendency for drinking, chasing other women and slapping her when she complained about his behaviour. Jim had been the only person to dislike Lisa’s husband from the get-go, and Sophie had even gone so far as to suggest Jim was jealous of him marrying Lisa.
“So, what are you guys doing for Christmas this year?”
“Christmas?”
“It’s only five weeks away.”
Jim hadn’t considered it, but now Lisa had brought it up he wondered if G-J would arrange for Sophie to fuck Eskimos in Greenland. “We’ve not even thought about that yet.”
“No, too busy with other things, I suppose.”
He was relieved to see she was smiling, but needed to acknowledge the elephant in the room. “Lisa, even if I don’t tell Sophie that you know, I’m sure Sara will tell her you were here.”
Lisa shrugged. “So? I’m allowed to visit my sister’s husband, and at least I’m fully dressed.”
“Yeah, she was a little under-dressed for a cold November afternoon, wasn’t she?”
“She was dressed like a prostitute… but I’d kill for legs like hers.”
Jim laughed. He’d had some great moments between those legs, but he knew he’d never sleep with Sara again. “Have you eaten? I can fix you something if you’re hungry.”
“I’m fine, thanks. I’m not going to be able to drink all this.” She held up the wine glass. “Maybe I can have a cuppa, then I’ll get on the road.”
Jim went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Lisa followed him into the kitchen and put the half-full wine glass on the counter.
He poured her tea and smiled at her. “How are things with you, anyway? Who were you visiting?”
“D’you remember Tracy? I shared a flat with her in London.”
Jim nodded.
“She’s living with an Irish guy, a musician. I drove down yesterday morning, and we went to watch his band last night.”
“Were they good?”
She nodded. “Very. They’ve got a couple of offers from record companies.”
They spent another twenty minutes discussing mundane things like work and Lisa’s new flat, then she asked to use the loo before heading off. When Jim opened the front door, she hugged him.
“Be careful, you two.” She kissed his cheek.
Jim stared at her and a lump appeared in his throat. Will I ever see her again? He dismissed the thought of completely losing touch as absurd, but something in the back of his mind told him it was a possibility.
She walked to her car and waved before climbing in and driving away.
Jim closed the door, added Lisa’s wine to his own glass, then restarted the football game. There were no more goals in the final half hour, just a lot of wild tackles and two red cards. When the game was over he phoned Naomi. She answered on the first ring, sounding happy.
“Hello, you.”
He smiled. “Hi. I was wondering if you had any free windows in your calendar over the next few days.”
“I may have. Why do you ask?” She sounded surprised.
“I got a text from Sophie saying G-J’s invited her to spend a few days with him in the States.”
“Really?”
“Hmm. I was wondering if you wanted to go out one night, maybe…”
“No. I want to stay in every night. With you.”
Jim couldn’t keep from smiling. “When can I see you?”
“Now. Come over now and stay as long as you want.”
He laughed. “I’ve got laundry to do, or I’ll have to go to work naked tomorrow.”
She giggled. “We can’t have that, you’d give Patrick a heart attack. But I have a washing machine and an ironing board. Pack your bag and get here as soon as you can.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very. And Jim?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve bought you a toothbrush, so you don’t need to bring yours.”
“Oh, thanks.” Jim couldn’t believe how such a simple gesture on her part could make him feel so good. “I’ve actually got a load in the washer, so I’ll dry them and come over as soon as I can.”
“I have a tumble drier, so bring them over wet.”
“You sound desperate.”
“I’m horny.”
There was a twitch in his trousers. “Ooh. What room are we going to use next?”
“I’m going to give you a blowjob in the garage.”
Jim’s stomach tightened. “Oh. That sounds good to me.”
“You’ll have to make me come later. I don’t care how you do it, but first I’m going to do you in the garage.”
“Okay. Er… I’ll see you soon.”
“Bye, love.”
She ended the call and Jim stared at the phone in his hand. He was thrilled about what she had in mind for him, but the thing that had made him happiest was when she’d called him ‘love’.
Within five minutes he’d put his wet clothes into a big black bin-liner and packed his to-be-washed whites into a carrier bag. He turned all the lights in the house off, locked up and headed to his car with a smile on his face and butterflies in his stomach.
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Chapter Fourteen
The plane touched down in Miami a little after midday local time on Sunday. They’d flown first-class and had ‘shared’ a bottle of wine with their lunch, though G-J only had one small glass because he’d be driving them to his villa. Sophie felt a little woozy as she walked down the steps from the plane into the bright Florida sunshine. It was as hot here as it had been in Jamaica, maybe even hotter.
It took about thirty minutes to get through customs and hire a car, which she was thrilled to see was a silver, open-topped Mercedes E-Class. G-J drove them out of the airport and headed for the highway.
“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Sophie didn’t really care; she was simply happy to be here in the scorching heat rather than getting ready for work in wet, miserable England.
“We’re going to head south and drive to the Florida Keys. I have a house in Key West.”
Sophie’s eyes widened. “Does that mean we go over the long bridge-thing?”
He laughed. “It’s actually called the Overseas Highway, but there are over forty bridges that connect all the islands. It’s about a four-hour drive from here, but very scenic.”
Sophie relaxed on t
he leather seat in her short summer dress and sunglasses and enjoyed the view as they drove past countless palm trees. She closed her eyes and clenched her pelvic muscles, still tender from last night with Earl.
She looked over at G-J. His face had caught the sun while they’d walked around Kingston, and in his open-necked white shirt, blue chinos and sunglasses he looked good. She pushed her sunglasses up into her hair and leaned closer so he’d hear her over the noise of the wind. “Was last night all you’d hoped it would be?”
He smiled at her and looked back at the road. “I enjoyed the show very much. How about you? Did it measure up to your expectations?”
She smiled at his pun. “Oh yes.”
Earl’s dick had been huge. G-J had thrown her a tape measure when Earl had dropped his shorts, and she’d been shocked when it proved to be eleven inches long. The girth of it had been the most impressive thing when he put it inside her, but she hadn’t thought to measure that.
G-J flashed her a smile. “I think he liked you.”
She shook her head. “He told me he likes all white pussy.”
“Yes, I’m sure he does. But he admitted to me that he didn’t usually come four times in a night, which you made him do.”
Sophie smiled, remembering the previous night. “Well, I wanted to impress you.”
G-J nodded. “You’ve impressed me every time I’ve watched you having sex.”
Sophie watched his face, but his eyes were fixed on the road. She decided that she should make the most of these few days, and perhaps she’d impress him even more.
The scenery was glorious, and as they drove through the Everglades National Park Sophie laughed out loud at seeing the first ‘Gator Crossing’ sign on the road. When she saw the sign for Key Largo she couldn’t help but smile, feeling like she was in a movie.
She pushed her glasses up into her hair again to appreciate the view. “The sea is such a beautiful colour. Is it still the Caribbean?”
He shook his head. “No, that’s further south, where we’ve just flown from. On this side it’s the Atlantic Ocean, on your side is the Gulf of Mexico.”
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