by Stacey McCoy
“We could I guess. We should sleep some more, but where’s the fun in that.”
“Oh Kat I like the way you think.” Jake begins to touch my breast.
“No I didn’t mean that. I mean I think there is something else I think we should do.”
“You sound like you’re up to no good.” Jake jumps up onto his knees like an excited little kid. “What have you got in mind?”
“I think the girls have had enough laughs at my expense this weekend. It’s time for a little pay back.”
We get up and get dressed. Sleep now is absolutely pointless as I’m awake at 6am every day anyway and if we were to get a little frisky with each other now I’d be tired and exhausted by late afternoon. So in a way I’m glad we skip the sex…this time.
We head out into the sitting room to find the girls passed out all over the place. Simone is face down in an open packet of chips on the floor. Chrissy and Mel are head to toe on the couch in a crumpled sort of way and Jess and Danny are also head to toe and drooling on the floor with a throw rug over them, covering only their legs. Not much of the bottle of Champagne has been consumed which is good. They really didn’t need any more alcohol.
I whisper to Jake, “Can you go over to the desk there and see if there’s a felt tip pen please.”
Jake tip toes over to the desk and finds a black marker. “Will this do?”
He seems fairly clueless as to what I’m about to do as he shows me the marker.
“Is it permanent?” I ask
“It doesn’t say.”
“Good. It should wash off then.”
I take the marker from Jake and begin to draw a cock and balls on Simone’s cheek.
“Oh my god Kat you can’t do that!”
Jake is horrified that I’m drawing on my friend’s face, but he begins to giggle as the picture takes place.
“I can and I am. What can I draw on Chrissy face?” I ask him.
“Ooh can I do it?”
Jake’s inner child has taken over as he sizes up Chrissy’s cheek which is in prime position for drawing on.
“Yeah go for it,” I say.
Jake starts to draw a rather large set of breasts on Chrissy’s cheek. He uses his entire canvas and I’ve got to say, Jake is a talented artist. I congratulate him on his work and he seems proud, in a naughty childish kind of way. Jake starts to move over towards Jess.
“No wait. Jess, Danny and Mel haven’t been as cruel as Chrissy and Simone so we’ll go easy on them,” I say.
“Okay. Geez Alex is lucky she’s not here hey?” Jake laughs again and holds his hand over his mouth to suppress the sound.
It’s so cute to see this side of him. Pranking the girls with Jake has made my inner glow brighten even more.
“So what do we do to them?” asks Jake.
“We tie them up.”
“My god woman. Who are you and what have you done to Katherine?”
“Ahh Jake there is so much you still don’t know about me.”
“I love this side of you. Just remind me to never get on your bad side.”
I’m probably going overboard. The girls really haven’t been that bad, but I’ve been the butt of their jokes, so many times before and opportunities like these don’t come up often, so I’m going to run with it while I can.
“Okay Jake can you please get the ties off all the robes please.”
Jake comes back with four soft cotton robe ties. Mel is on the couch with Chrissy and she’s sleeping face down so it is easy to tie one of her hands and one of her ankles to either end of the couch’s legs. I tie Jess and Danny’s ankles and hands together as they lie helpless on the floor. They stir slightly, but don’t wake. I’d say with the amount of alcohol they would have consumed during the evening they won’t want to wake anytime soon. I might just have to change that.
Once I’m done I stand next to Jake and look at my handy work with a big smile on my face.
Jake says, “You’re cruel. You know that, right.”
“Yeah, but you gotta admit it’s funny.”
“So when they wake up they’ll be hung over and have body parts drawn on their faces and find they’re tied up to one another or the couch.”
“Yeah you’re right, we need to do more?”
“Oh no I didn’t say that at all.”
Jake looks horrified, like as if I’m going to dob on him and get him into serious trouble. “Jake, calm down. Haven’t you ever pranked someone before?”
“No. I was always told to treat people the way you want to be treated.”
“Yeah I believe in that saying too, but you’ve got to have a little fun.”
“S’pose. What else are you going to do?”
“WE are going to wake them up.” Jake looks utterly confused. “Just go and get your wallet and whatever else you need because we’ll be out having breakfast when they wake.”
“Oh okay. I’ll grab my stuff and we’ll go.”
Jake has been whispering the whole time. I gave up once I started drawing on Simone’s face and none of the girls woke while I was doing it.
I set my last trick up while Jake is in the other room.
“Are you ready to go?” I say.
“Yep. You?”
“Yes. Let’s go eat.”
Chapter ELEVEN
We decide to catch the tram further into the heart of the city, all the while holding hands. It’s nice to be holding a man’s hand again, and having my hand held.
It’s beautiful in the city at this time of the morning and even though it’s busy the air is reasonably fresh thanks to the sea breeze. There are people making their way to work everywhere we look. Some by bike, or tram. Most by car. We find a lovely little French café. Once inside we order hot chocolates and croissants.
“This is nice,” says Jake and he’s right. It is nice.
We take a seat by the window and gaze at each other with what feels like an understanding amazement of our time spent together this weekend.
Jake is the first to fracture the comfortable silence. He breaks his gaze, drops his head and asks me the inevitable question, “When do you think we’ll be able to see each other again?”
I sigh heavily because I don’t want to admit that it may be a while.
“Well, we definitely won’t be able to see each other next weekend and I can’t dump the kids every other weekend, so we’ll just have to wait a little while until we can come up with something that suits both of us I guess.”
“What have you got on next weekend that’s more important than me?”
Jake is obviously trying to be funny, but I choke on my reply. This is the moment I’ve been dreading. My weekend of pure fantasy is over and right now, at this very moment, reality comes back and smacks me in the face. Hard.
With my head held low I answer Jake, “Next Sunday is the anniversary of my husband’s death. All of our family and friends will be having some sort of a get together at my place. I suppose it will be a way of helping each other through the day, if you can understand that.”
“Yeah I get it. Christ Kat I’m so sorry. I wish I could be there for you.”
I know Jake cares for me, but the last thing I need is him turning up uninvited to my home while everyone is there and announcing himself as my new boyfriend, if I could even call him that. I know he won’t and I try not to take his comment the wrong way. I feel like I know Jake well enough to know he means well by me. I need to continually remind myself that we’ve only known each other two days, yet I feel so comfortable with Jake. I really do feel like I’ve known him for a lot longer than I actually have. On the other hand I need to give him space, time to think and, I also need some time alone. This will be a good, but not so good, way to have that time apart.
“To be honest Jake I think a little time apart will do us good.”
“I get that. This has been one emotional weekend, but I’ve got to say Kat, meeting you again and being able to spend this weekend with you truly has made for the
best time of my life…so far.”
My heart melts every time Jake expresses his true feelings for me.
“There you go quoting movies again.”
“Maybe you should call me Patrick instead of Bluey.”
My smile is back. “Yeah maybe, but calling you Bluey reminds me of you…sexually. If I were to call you Patrick that would remind me of someone else.”
Jake’s response is quick and direct. “Bluey it is then.”
There’s a pause in conversation while we try to think of something else to say to one another that won’t involve pain as we’re reminded of how little time we have left together. Jake asks me, “So what else did you do to the girls while I was getting my shoes on?”
“Well let’s just say they’ll have a wakeup call in about an hour’s time that will guarantee they start their day with a bang.”
“Man you’re good, but I honestly don’t quite know what you mean.”
“Bloody hell Jake, you’d be a lamb to the slaughter if my friends were ever to try and prank you.”
I feel a little sorry for making fun of him, but it really is a surprise to me that he has grown up with a sister and a brother, but has never pranked either of them, or has never been pranked by them.
“Okay let me explain. All I did was set the alarm to go off in an hour’s time. The volume may possibly be at its peak and I may have set the clock radio to a heavy metal station.”
“Ohhh so when they wake, they’ll be hung over, realise they’re tied to the couch and each other, have tits and dicks drawn all over their faces and have loud music exploding all around them. That’d be funny to watch.”
“That’s the thing about a prank though Jake. Quite often you’re not there to see the end result so then your victim can spend the next few hours, sometimes days, trying to figure out who pranked them. In this case it’s obvious, so I guess we could go back and watch…I’ve never done that before.”
Excitement fills me. To think, I might be able to stand in the room and wait in anticipation for the clock radio to go off and shock my friends out of their slumber.“I’d love to, but I’m not the one who has to spend half the day in the car with them.”
“Don’t worry about that. The girls will make me drive through Maccas for coffee and burgers, then they’ll sleep all the way home.”
I give Jake a cheeky grin and we agree to go back to the suite to watch the girls wake up. We finish our breakfast and decide to walk back as we have time to kill.
I ask Jake what he would usually be doing on a weekend after working Saturday night.
“So what would your usual weekend involve Jake?”
“Well for a little while after first meeting you and then losing you, my weekends would involve locking myself up in my apartment and drinking my sorrows away while listening to depressing music. But then the boys, or Matt would come over and get me out of the house. We’d go for a swim, or a jog, you know do something physical. That’d help clear my mind and get me ready for the next week.”
I hit Jake’s arm and say, “You did not do that.”
Jake stops and looks at me in all seriousness and says, “Yes Kat I did. Ask anyone.”
I’m shocked and saddened that such a virile man could succumb to depression in a similar way to myself, but he never lost the love of his life, or did he?
“Wow…Okay…Sorry.”
Jake stops me and holds my shoulders, so I have to face him.
“Kat, I’m so sorry we had to meet this way. I’m sorry for the pain you’ve gone through and I don’t ever want you to think that this was the way I wanted you to come back into my life. But if I’m honest, I’m glad to have you in my arms and I can’t wait until I can have you with me again. Losing you the first time was really hard on me…I can’t…I won’t let that happen again, so you take all the time you need. I’ll be here waiting.”
All I can do is cry while Jake surrounds me in his arms. His strong safe arms.
“Thank you,” is all I can say.
We head upstairs to the suite for the last time. Everything is starting to feel so final and I hate it. I hate it when good things end. I’m reminded of a saying Sam use to say, ‘You gotta take the good with the bad.’ It seems very fitting at this moment.
We creep into the room and all the girls are still lying exactly where we left them.
“What time does the alarm go off?” Jake asks
I glance at the clock radio.
“In one minute,” I say.
We wait and I quickly realise this is too good an opportunity to miss. I take my phone out of my jacket pocket and start to record the sleeping beauties just as the alarm goes off and my goodness it’s loud.
Jake and I are startled by the noise, but nowhere near as much as the girls. Jess and Danny are tied together on the floor and watching them trying to get up while tethered to each other is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. They’re flapping about on the floor like fish out of water. Mel is tied to the couch and Chrissy is desperately trying to climb over her to get to the source of the music. If you could call it that. All I can make out above the drums and electric guitars, is a screaming noise which sounds like it’s coming out of the mouth of a bloke who’s smoked and drank every day of his life.
Simone grabs her head with her hands and refuses to open her eyes. She must be trying to will the noise to stop with her imaginary mind powers. Jake and I are on our knees laughing when Alex storms in. “What the bloody hell is going on in here?”
It doesn’t take Alex long to put two and two together as she surveys the girls and the situation they’re in. She joins us on the floor laughing as Chrissy finally reaches the clock radio and turns it off.
My cheeks are hurting so much because I can’t help but laugh at them. This would have to be one of my best efforts yet, and I have it all on video. Jake is in hysterics. He keeps saying he has never laughed so hard in his life. The three of us have tears streaming down our faces.
Just as we start to settle down and regain some sort of composure, Simone sits up and rubs her eyes again. Her head is clearly throbbing, but she still manages to throw a few insults our way while she makes her way to the bathroom. All of a sudden we hear a blood curdling scream.
Jake looks at me and says, “I think she’s just seen her reflection.”
And that’s it. The three of us are in fits of laughter once more.
“Oh this just gets better and better,” I say. “I haven’t laughed this much in years. Sorry girls I know it’s cruel, but my God it’s funny.”
They all start to say things like, “You just watch your back honey” and “You’ll get yours Kat.”
Jake shoots me a concerned look. I give him a look back which says, ‘It’s okay. I can handle anything they throw at me.’
We help untie Jess, Danny and Mel. Chrissy hasn’t seen the extra set of boobs on her cheek yet. Mel sits up on the couch, looks at Chrissy and starts to laugh. Chrissy has no idea what she’s laughing at. Everyone then looks at Chrissy and do well to hide their amusement. I wonder how long it will be before she notices.
Jake and I have already packed up. Well I’ve packed, all Jake had to do was get dressed. I go into the main bedroom to retrieve my bags and Jake follows. He closes the door behind me.
As he leans back against it he says, “Do you wanna make out a little while we have time?”
“Is making out all you had in mind Jake, or could you possibly be persuaded to do something…more?”
“Hell yes we can do more. I’m always up for more. Pardon the pun.”
I’m glad we agree our minds are in sync. Jake is on me in an instant. He starts kissing me with heated passion as he begins to undress me. My hands dive for his pants. All I want right now is to be on top of this perfect man, riding him till we both scream with delight. I suddenly feel like I’m overwhelmed with need. I have to take him now. I push Jake onto the bed. He sits on the edge and allows me to take his shirt off. He takes my top w
ith him as he falls back. He kicks off his shoes and I do the same. Our clothes aren’t being placed neatly at the end of the bed this time. While we continue to devour each other with our mouths Jake reaches to his back pocket and pulls his wallet out and opens it. As soon as he does he throws it across the room in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” I say.
With his hands on his head, his voice strained, he says, “I’ve run out of condoms. I never thought in a million years I’d get this lucky in one weekend. Sorry Kat.”
I have an idea. “I may have something that can help us.”
Begrudgingly I climb off Jake and undo the side pocket of my suitcase where I packed my gift from the girls away safely. I approach the bed with a full packet of unopened extra-large condoms and I place them on Jake’s naked chest. He sits up so he’s leaning on one elbow. He looks at the packet and says, “Geez girl, you’ve got a lot of faith in me.”
“You’ll fit into one of those easily,” I say, my voice full of encouragement. “You have to because if you don’t, I’m not quite sure what I’ll make you do to me to satisfy me.”
“God I love it when you talk dirty. Hang on a minute, why did you buy extra-large? I mean, I know they’re not something you buy often, but not too many blokes can fit into the extra-large size I can promise you that.”
Laughing I tell Jake all about how they were a surprise birthday present from the girls.
He grins and says, “Okay then let’s give it a go, but I might need a little encouragement to help fill one of these.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well ever since I thought I didn’t have a condom I started to deflate a little and I was hoping you could encourage me to get back up to standard again, so to speak.”
Jake comes across as a little shy, but he puts on a confident and hopeful persona.
“Oh really Mr Samson, and how do you propose I do that?” I say even though I know exactly what he would like me to do.
“I’m sure a woman of your experience would have one or two tricks up your sleeve.”
“Hmm.” I continue where I left off and undo Jake’s jeans. As I lower his zipper I can already feel his penis expanding in his trunks.