Immediately the three women began a discussion about Oliver, questioning what on earth he was doing having coffee with Adele. It seemed they were affronted by the way he’d avoided them the other day, and also that he deigned to spend time with her. They’d barely lowered their voices, so Adele and Oliver could hear every single word they were saying.
Adele started to eat her cake, pretending not to notice the conversation that was taking place behind her. Oliver followed suit and they ate their treats in silence, passed a little bit onto each other’s plates, finished eating and sipped their drinks.
Meanwhile, the slagging-off of Adele and Oliver was still going strong on the witches’ table. It had grown more heated and Adele could hardly believe that three grown women were talking so spitefully in public, and also when the subjects of their ire were so close by. It was the stuff of bullies in playgrounds, and Adele was kind of glad it was happening to her now, when she had the thick skin to deal with it. Had this been over twenty years ago, it would have broken her teenage heart and possibly caused her to do something stupid.
But then, the three witches didn’t know what a thick skin she had. For all they knew, their words could be driving her to depression and suicide. And what’s more, they really didn’t care. They were totally oblivious to and uncaring of other people’s feelings. The most ridiculous part, though, was that they were still convinced that Adele was the scourge of society. They had no fucking idea.
She drained the last of her coffee, and was just about to suggest to Oliver that they should go somewhere else when he stood up abruptly, causing the back of his chair to crash into the chair behind his, which belonged to one of the teachers accompanying the children. He apologized profusely, then stepped around the table and past Adele.
She grabbed his arm. “It’s all right, Oliver. I’m used to it. It doesn’t bother me.”
“Well I’m not,” he replied. “And it’s bothering me immensely.”
With that, he gently pulled his arm from her grasp. She turned in her chair to see what he was going to do.
Marching right up to their table, he stood close and rested his fingertips on its surface. “Ladies,” he said quietly, ensuring only Adele and anyone close by who was purposely listening could hear, “I’m sure you’re aware that my companion and I can hear every single word you’re saying. Every single spiteful, poisonous, unpleasant and completely untrue word. You probably won’t care at all what I’m going to say next, but having heard the horrible things you’ve been saying, I can’t keep my peace any longer. I’m respectfully—though God knows, you don’t deserve my respect—asking you to cease your conversation immediately. What you’re discussing is both completely out of order and also none of your business.”
He paused and took a deep breath. “I’m here with Adele. Yes, she’s a big girl. But you know what? I like that. I don’t care if she’s curvy, skinny or somewhere in between. Because she’s a gorgeous woman, both inside and out. You three may think you’re the bee’s knees with your size eight clothes and designer gear, but you’re not attractive to me and probably not to lots of other men. You know why? Because you’re spiteful witches. You’re happy to sit in a crowded cafeteria slagging off someone you don’t know, just because the way she looks isn’t acceptable to you. And what’s worse is that you can’t see that it’s wrong. I’d appreciate it if, in the future, you would keep your vile thoughts and opinions to yourself, at least while Adele and I are within earshot.”
He stood up straight, took a step back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, my beautiful lady friend and I are going to continue our date elsewhere. And I don’t expect to ever have to have this conversation with you again. In fact, I’d prefer it if I didn’t have any kind of conversation with you. Understood?”
The girls were so taken aback by the fact that someone had actually confronted them that they were stunned into silence. They gawped unattractively at Oliver, their expressions shocked, their cheeks red.
Oliver slapped a palm on the table, making the mugs and plates rattle and the three women jump. “I said, understood?”
“Y-yes,” they said, nodding, exchanging worried looks with one another and glances around to see if anyone was paying any attention to what was happening. They grew more embarrassed as they saw that they’d gained quite an audience.
“Come on, Adele,” he said, more loudly than necessary as he moved back to their table. “Let’s go, sweetheart. I’ve had enough of this place.”
He took her arm when she got up and they left the cafeteria together. They didn’t say a single word until the door had closed behind them and they were alone in the stairwell.
“Bloody hell!” Adele said, turning to Oliver with a grin. “That was brilliant. The reason I never wanted to say anything to them was because I wouldn’t have been able to keep calm. People like that make me really angry. But you really kept your cool, and that just made what you said sound a million times better. You didn’t even swear—I’m impressed! Also,” she said, squeezing his arm, “thank you. For sticking up for me and for the lovely things you said about me. I feel like the sexiest woman in the world after that.”
“There’s a reason for that,” Oliver replied, turning to grab Adele’s free hand and pressing a kiss to it. “It’s because you damn well are. Now come on—let’s get out of here before I’m tempted to pull their membership records from reception, find out their registration numbers and egg their cars!”
Adele giggled. “Tempting…but that would make us just as bad as them. Let’s go somewhere no one will bother us.”
“What, to my place?”
Adele stuck her tongue out at him. “I was thinking more of the park. I don’t think you’ll be able to keep your hands off the sexiest woman in the world if we go to your place.”
“That’s true. The park it is, then.”
Chapter Eight
The park was within walking distance, so they left their cars in the leisure center car park and made their way on foot. They passed through the small town center and part of a housing estate, then finally emerged on the edge of the green space.
Oliver pulled open the gate. “After you.”
Adele grinned. “A flatterer, a hero and a gentleman? I’m getting more pleased that I responded to your note every minute.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He unashamedly checked her out as she walked in front of him, shaking his head as he thought about the things the spiteful threesome had been saying about her. He was obviously wired completely differently to them, a polar opposite, because he didn’t see a fat, unattractive woman. He just saw a woman. One who happened to be funny, intelligent, brilliant, sexy and great to be with. As for her body, to him it was a seriously hot body. All boobs and bum and soft bits for him to play with. To tease, to caress, to enjoy. If things got that far, of course. Every second that ticked by increased his belief that they would. After all, if Adele hadn’t been attracted to him on a physical level, it’s unlikely she would have agreed to go out with him in the first place, and the more time they spent together, the more it became apparent they got on together too.
He followed her through the gate, letting it swing shut behind them. He took a couple of strides until he was walking next to her once more and they grinned at each other as they made their way along the path.
“Where are we going?” he said.
“I was thinking it’d be nice to sit by the river. What do you think? Just sit together and chat and hopefully catch some sun.”
They both stopped and looked up. They could see the sun burning through a thin layer of cloud. Oliver hoped the cloud would dissipate or move, allowing the rays to caress their skin. He wasn’t a sun-worshipper but he did enjoy sitting out in it. Somehow everything just looked nicer, was nicer when bathed in natural bright light. It was a brilliant mood enhancer too.
Not, he thought, that his mood needed any enhancing right now. The anger and irritation he’d felt back in the cafeteria had gone almost as soon
as they’d left, and the more he chatted and laughed with Adele, the happier he felt. He realized that somehow his nervousness had disappeared too. He felt comfortable around her, as if he could say pretty much anything and she wouldn’t care.
“Yes, let’s hope it manages to kick that bloody cloud into shape so we can enjoy some rays.”
“Absolutely.”
They shared polite smiles and nods with a group of mothers they passed who were chatting together as they supervised their children in the play area. Happy squeals and whoops joined the sound of birdsong, growing quieter as they put distance between themselves and the playground.
Oliver sighed contentedly, enjoying the companionable silence. He decided to take a chance and reached out to take Adele’s hand. She started at first, then realized what was happening and slipped her hand into his, giving him a smile so warm he thought he’d melt.
Soon they could see the river through the trees, the occasional ray of sunlight reflecting from its surface. As if by some unspoken command, the two of them walked faster, heading toward a flat piece of grass by the bank, one that grew lighter as the sun won its fight with the clouds.
“Wow,” Adele said, moving into the area and looking up, “perfect timing, eh? It’s pretty damn warm now the sun’s out. I love it. Beautiful.”
“Yes, you are,” he said, grinning at her as she gave him an amused look. “What? You are. Well I think so, anyway. And I don’t care what anyone else says, including you.”
Adele sat down and reached up to pull him down next to her. “Thank you, Oliver. I must admit I’m more used to insults and dirty looks than compliments, so you’ll have to bear with me as my brain adjusts to someone saying such nice things to me and meaning them. Also, you’re pretty damn gorgeous yourself, I must say.”
Now it was Oliver’s turn to blush. He settled down beside her, still holding her hand. “Seems as though we’re embarrassing each other, here, doesn’t it? I suppose we’re even now, huh?”
“Not quite. I think you’ve still got a couple up on me. But I reckon I can even that score.”
“Really? And what do you propose to do?”
“How do you feel about public displays of affection?”
“Honestly? I’m fine with other people smooching in public but I’ve never done it myself. But that’s just because I haven’t really been given the opportunity, not because I don’t want to. In my opinion, as long as it’s not pornographic, there’s nothing wrong with it and I do like the idea of sharing a little love. The world needs more love.”
“I couldn’t agree more. I must admit, I’m a bit gutted that snogging your face off won’t embarrass you, but if you’re okay with it, I’m going to do it anyway.”
“I’m more than okay with it.”
“Good.”
After that they went quiet, but their bodies still spoke volumes as they shuffled closer to each other. Adele slipped a hand to the side of Oliver’s face, then back and up into his hair, tangling her fingers in the dark locks and guiding him so their lips touched.
Oliver mirrored her movement, pulling her more tightly to him so their mouths mashed together. After a beat, they opened their lips and began to tentatively explore. Thrills coursed through Oliver’s body as their tongues met, battled briefly, then took turns to slip inside each other’s mouths. Despite the fact that Adele probably had as little experience as he did, she definitely knew what she was doing. Her other hand moved to his waist, slipping beneath his T-shirt and lightly caressing his stomach. Soon his cock cottoned on to the action and began to stir.
Their kiss grew more heated. Fingers tightened in hair, gripped clothing. Breaths became pants, chests heaved. A series of cute moans emanated from Adele’s throat, ramping Oliver’s arousal ever higher. He could hardly believe he was here, doing this with the woman he’d been mooning over for months. They’d gone from zero to maybe fifty in the space of a few days, and both he and his cock wanted to rev things up so they hit a full-on sixty and beyond.
He pulled away.
“Hey, what’s up?” Adele said, her eyes wide and lips swollen.
Oliver didn’t reply. Instead he grabbed her and rolled her on top of him.
“Whoa!” she said, as she settled into position, her knees either side of his waist. “I’ll squash you.”
“Adele, be quiet. You won’t. I know you’re painfully aware of the fact that you’re a big girl, but you have to remember that I’m also a big boy. And I’m strong too. So just relax and enjoy yourself.”
She huffed out a breath, looked at him thoughtfully. Then her serious expression morphed into one that could only be described as mischievous. “Yes,” she said, wriggling her hips, “you are a big boy, aren’t you?”
Oliver laughed. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know? Maybe it’s all padding. Perhaps I’ve got a pair of socks down there or something?”
“Maybe you have,” she replied, “and yes, I’d definitely like to know. If we weren’t in such a public place, I’d do my damndest to find out too.”
“Well,” he said, reaching up to pull her down onto him, “I can’t wait until you do. For now, though, just kiss me.”
“With pleasure.”
Their lips met once more and Oliver’s cock twitched in response. His blood was rushing through his veins at a million miles an hour and he reveled in the sensation of having Adele on top of him. Far from feeling crushed, he loved the fact that her weight was substantial, not for a second letting him forget she was there, her abundant and beautiful curves pressed up against him. He looked forward to exploring them, particularly when they were both naked.
Adele’s tongue brushed against his lip and he opened his mouth to admit it once more. Her movements had become more frenzied, more eager, and he suspected that she was just as turned on by the situation as he was. He hoped so, anyway.
By now his dick had grown so stiff that it pressed insistently against the inside of his boxer shorts, being relentlessly stimulated by the wriggles of the woman on top of him. If he were a magician, he’d definitely have magicked their clothes off and buried his shaft deep inside her pussy. For now, though, he was perfectly happy to continue snogging like horny teenagers.
As the thought went through his mind, it was as though he’d conjured them up.
“Oy, oy!” called a slightly squeaky male voice, presumably in the throes of puberty. “Look at these pair ‘ere! Bloody hell, get a room, you two. In fact, get a room in an old folks’ home. Fuckin’ ‘ell. Goin’ at it like rabbits in the bloody park.”
Adele scrambled off Oliver and sat down hard on the grass. She took a moment to scrape her hair from her face and suck in and release a couple of deep breaths. Then she jumped up and strode over to where the spotty young man was standing with his two equally gormless friends. They were passing a cigarette between them and still leering and smirking.
“Oy, oy, yourself,” Adele said when she reached the lads. “You shouldn’t have been watching, should you? That’s called being a pervert, did you know? And we weren’t, as you put it, ‘going at it like rabbits’. That means actually having sex. You do know that, don’t you? And, as you’ve probably noticed, we’re both fully clothed. Having said that, though, I’d quite like to be unclothed. With him.” She pointed back to where Oliver still sat on the grass, watching proceedings, open-mouthed. “So, if you’ll excuse us, you dirty little buggers, I’m going to take him home and do as you suggest. Get a room. Several of them, in fact. Good day.”
She turned and beckoned to Oliver before walking away from the gobsmacked youths and back in the direction from which they’d entered the park. Oliver jogged a few meters to catch up with her, then flung his arm around her when he got there. They slowed a little and he leaned down to press a kiss to her disheveled hair.
“That, sweetheart, was fucking brilliant.” He glanced behind them. “The three of them are still standing there, staring after us. They look totally railroaded. I don’t blame ‘em, to be honest. I’m
still a bit shocked.”
Adele giggled. “Good. To them being surprised, I mean. Not you. You need to get over it, and fast, because we’re going back to my place, remember? And I want to shag you, not treat you for shock, okay?”
“Understood. Oh look, I’m fine. Absolutely not shocked at all. Perfectly fantastic, in fact. And most definitely ready to shag, m’lady.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Now come on—walk faster.”
Chapter Nine
It had been a struggle for Adele not to break the speed limit in order to get back to her house. She and Oliver had gone back to the leisure center car park to grab their rides and he’d followed her home.
Now she pulled onto her drive and almost fell out of her car in her haste, only then realizing she still had her seatbelt on. Sniggering to herself, she took it off and made a much more successful attempt to exit her vehicle just as Oliver swung his car in and parked it behind hers.
She walked, as slowly as she could without looking too obvious, to her front door, then casually put the key in, twisted and pushed the door open as she waited for Oliver to join her. Once he appeared beside her, grinning and giving her arse a cheeky squeeze, she couldn’t help but drop the pretense. The arousal that had been simmering in her body since they’d disentangled in the park started to bubble up again and she grabbed Oliver’s hand, pulled him inside the house and slammed the door closed behind them.
Immediately she shoved him up against said door and stood on tiptoes so she could kiss him. He quickly realized her dilemma and slid down so their heights were similar and they could comfortably lock lips. Then they did exactly that, resuming the heated caress they’d been enjoying in the park before they’d been so rudely interrupted.
Dropping her keys on the floor, Adele slid her hands under Oliver’s T-shirt, moaning into his mouth as her fingertips swept over the hard lumps of his six-pack. They traveled higher, up to the liberal sprinkling of hair on his pectorals. She grabbed and tugged the hairs ever so lightly, grinning against his lips as he grunted and jerked his hips toward her. His nipples were the next thing she touched, pinching them between thumb and forefinger, twisting them and pulling them a little until he pushed her away.
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