“I don’t even know if I want to share with you now, you grumpy shithead. I called you out of the goodness of my heart and all I’ve had with this conversation so far is verbal abuse.”
I heard him snigger down the phone. Fucker.
“You mean there was an actual reason for calling me besides wanting to hear about my night of drunken debauchery?”
“Gini?”
Hearing her name made me stop in my tracks. Suddenly Dave had my full and undivided attention.
“Gini?”
“Yeah, that smoking hot little thing from the nightclub. She came back just after you left last night.”
“Fuck! She did?”
Just the mention of her name had my heart racing in my chest, the shock of hearing that I’d missed her when I’d skipped out with Cat’s friends suddenly made me feel sick. I really was a man-whore. Not that me hooking up with those girls was the right thing to do immediately afterwards, but at that point she was gone and I never thought she’d come back. Also, I was a bit drunk and horny after everything she’d done to me.
“Yup, and she was looking for you. God only knows why, I tried to set her straight about you and your three-inch cock. I told her she’d be far better off letting me take care of her needs, but she insisted that I pass her number on to you.”
Dave started chuckling at his own joke and my body was suddenly filled with excitement and a longing to see her again. I was amazed that she’d gone back to find me and asked him to pass her number to make sure that we got the chance to get together.
“Oh, by the way, Sam told her that you’d already left with someone.”
As soon as he finished speaking I wanted to find Sam and punch him in the throat. The more I found out about him lately, the more I was going off of him. He’d already given me a couple of awkward moments with Lily and Cat, and if he’d fucked with my chances of seeing Gini again, we’d be having words there was no doubt about it.
“Let me get a pen.”
“You didn’t see it? I sent it straight to your email last night when she gave it to me.”
I was no longer listening to Dave and made my way over to my desktop. I fired it up and opened my emails. There it was, in the eleventh email down.
Dave. ‘While you were getting your rocks off with the hot blondes’ was the subject heading. In the email, he went on to describe Gini as a hot bird with a cute ass before listing her number. There were a few drunken expletives from him about my sexual prowess before the email ended.
“Dave, I fucking love you.”
“Bet you made the exact same declaration to those females in the heat of the moment last night as well, Jack. I know what you’re like when you’ve had a few.”
“All right, I promise I’ll fill you in about them later. I have a call to make.”
We arranged to meet for a late pub lunch an hour later before hanging up. I quickly dialled the number he’d sent me, praying he hadn’t taken it down wrong. When it started ringing I realised I was calling before I’d even thought about what I was going to say to her. My heart pounded wildly in my chest and my body was buzzing, and all I was doing was talking to her on the phone.
“Yes?”
“Gini?”
“Jack?”
“Hello, Gini, I believe you wanted me to call you? Dave sent me your number.” I said nonchalantly.
“You left the club before I got back.”
“I wasn’t aware you were coming back.”
“Did you leave with those twins I saw you with?”
Fuck! She had actually come back while I was still there. I had no idea how to answer her question except honestly.
“Um, yeah I did, sweetheart, but they weren’t twins, they just happened to look similar.”
“Okay. So, are you seeing one of them?”
What was I supposed to say? So again I decided to be blunt and honest.
“Oh no, they’re nothing to me. I just hooked up with them for a night of domination and a double ride, then I came home.”
The moment the words were out of my mouth I convinced myself I had Tourette’s Syndrome because I was sure I’d just blown my chances after my outburst.
“You’re funny. I love a man who can make me laugh.”
She giggled infectiously. So I laughed as well.
I had been honest and she thought I was joking, relief flooded me.
“Then you’re going to fall hard for me, sweetheart.”
Desperate to change the subject I put the focus back on to her.
“Was there any particular reason you wanted me to call or did you just want to reacquaint me with another south-of-the-Thames ‘hand shake’?”
Gini chuckled and it was incredibly sexy.
“Umm, sorry I was a bit drunk,” she replied, sounding a little embarrassed about her forwardness in the club.
“Hmm, so you were drunk when you brushed your hand over my dick on the tube as well? What do you drink? I’ll make sure I have some in if you ever come over.”
“I like you already,” she laughed.
“I kind of got that feeling when you grabbed my dick under the bar. That was not fair play by the way.”
“No, you’re right, it was foreplay.”
“Hmm, that suggests there should have been a ‘play and an after play’.”
“Well that would have depended on how well the foreplay went but we never got to finish that.”
It was my turn to laugh. She wasn’t at all shy with what she said or how she said it. and instantly my dick was hard. All that just from talking to her.
“So, do you want to get another drink sometime?”
Gini laughed again and I quickly added, “In public with your hands tied behind your back this time.”
“Just adding exhibitionism and bondage to the list of things I’m finding out about you, Jack.”
I was grinning widely, “You’re a funny girl.”
“Jack, I’m a lot of things, love. Funny, sexy, intense, horny, playful, sensual and amorous...”
“You forgot modest, and aren’t horny and amorous the same thing?”
“I have a high sex drive so it’s fitting that both words are there.”
My dick twitched at her confession and I was even more intrigued by her.
“So, Gini. Do you? Want to meet for a drink, I mean. Dinner too, if you want.” Jeez, I had never sounded so inept at asking someone on a date before.
She hummed into the phone like she was thinking about it and I felt less cock-sure about her wanting to spend time with me.
“I don’t know, do you think you can handle me?”
“I’m sure I can give you all the handling you need, Gini.”
“I want a man that I can call when I want a night out. No strings, no questions, just fun. If you don’t have a significant other, I’d be interested in getting to know you a little better.”
Alarm bells sounded. I knew I definitely wanted to see her again, but the first thought that sprang to mind was Lily and a no-strings-thing she had been a part of previously. I quickly dismissed the thought because Gini’s proposal was way different. We were just two people who had met and wanted to spend some more time with each other. Wasn’t that how all friendships and relationships started?
“Sure. Sounds good to me. I’ve just got out of a serious relationship so having some fun would be perfect for me right now. When did you have in mind?”
Gini was hesitant at the other end of the line, then she sighed heavily. “All right, I can do Thursday evening, but I need to be home by ten. Can you make that?”
My week was completely free but I didn’t want to wait until Thursday. “Um, Thursday’s a bit tight for me, anything earlier in the week?”
“Nothing in the evening, but I have a few hours on Tuesday from eleven thirty. We could go for a coffee or something.”
My plan wasn’t working so I knew I had to take what I could get. “Okay Tuesday, eleven thirty, sounds good and I’ll see if I can m
ove some things around for Thursday,” I lied.
“Do you want to take my number in case something comes up?” I asked.
“You rang me, so I have it. Do you know ‘Bar 45’ in Mayfair?”
I did know the bar. It wasn’t a three-shots-for-ten quid kind of bar. It was an upmarket, classy and intimate establishment, and one of my favourite places to take a girl if I wanted to actually talk to them. It was also where I’d taken Rosie for drinks on our first proper date.
“Umm, that’s like a local bar for me, ever been to the China Tang restaurant at the Dorchester? Fancy trying that instead? Cocktails and Asian food?”
“Cocktails in the morning? Not sure about those but I’ll see you there on Tuesday, Jack.”
Click. The line went dead and I immediately had an unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach at the loss. No goodbye, no finalising the arrangements, she’d just ended the call. The briskness of it all made me feel a little controlled again. It was something I wasn’t used to and something I was learning I didn’t care for very much. I began to wonder if I was giving off some kind of vibe lately because women were behaving differently towards me, or maybe I was just out of practice.
Chapter 12 ~ Regrets
Meeting Dave on his own turned out to be a great idea. We talked music, bands, cars and women. Sally had made quite an impact on him and even though he was trying to play it down, he didn’t fool me. He never usually spoke about any of his sexual conquests, and when I thought about it, apart from a short time with Maddie, I’d never known him to have a girlfriend.
When I had to answer all Dave’s questions about the two girls I felt, surprisingly, a little embarrassed reliving it all.
“Thanks.” Dave smirked, then a wide smile spread over his smug looking face.
“For what?”
“Test driving them, Yvonne it is then.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well from what you told me, if I ever get the urge to ask one of them on a date, I’d go for Yvonne. I don’t do bossy females.”
“Ah, but from how you were talking about Sally, I’d say that Yvonne’s going to have to wait a while.”
“What about Gini? Did you call her? Damn, that girl has the perfect arse.” Dave said, changing the subject quickly.
Even though my immediate reaction was to tense at the mention of Gini’s name, I felt defensive that he was talking about her in that way.
“Jeez, is that all women are to you, tits and an arse?”
“Of course not, that would make me shallow. I love everything about women. I love women in general, I just happen to talk about their tits and arses more than any other part of their anatomy. I mean, come on, Jack, if I said wow she has great knees or something you’d think I was a freak!”
Smirking wryly at him, Dave had a point. I probably would have thought that was a fetish. After a few more rounds at the bar we both went back to my place and drank shots until we ran out of lemons, limes, and then the tequila. By the end of it we couldn’t really stand any more. Dave was plastered drunk and I wasn’t that far behind.
“So best lay?” Dave asked as he was lying flat out on the floor staring at the ceiling with a glazed look in his eyes and a bottle of beer resting on his chest.
He turned his head to squint up at me with one arm extended in my direction. I was lying on the sofa flat out with my head faced in his direction and one leg stretched over the back of the couch. I had a packet of ham on my chest. Waving the pack in Dave’s direction, he wrinkled his nose in disgust and shook his head so I shrugged and took it back.
“Simone. A hot airline stewardess. Twenty minutes of pure ecstasy in the disabled restroom at Gate 21 in Charlotte Airport, Atlanta. I was on my way home from an assignment.” I chuckled at the memory and even though I was drunk my dick twitched at the mental image the memory called forward.
“You?”
He looked almost comatosed with his eyes open and for a moment I thought he’d passed out until he drew a deep breath and spoke.
“Not sure, I’m torn. I want to say Isabella from Italy, who I spent a long but very quiet night with. Something about her complete silence just did it for me, or perhaps it was that her parents were three feet away in the next tent on our annual camping trip to Tuscany. But, there’s also Sally, she held nothing back and the noises that came out of her mouth made me feel like a fucking stud. There is one other but I’d prefer to hang on to that thought.”
Chuckling at that I asked, “Regrets? Who do you regret having sex with and who you didn’t?”
“Emily.” Dave answered a little wistfully.
Emily was one of our close friends and I was surprised if they had ever had sex because she was very particular about her type of man. She loved bald, well-built guys. Dave had a full head of hair and was a little on the slim side. I had to admit that Emily was a sexy, voluptuous girl who oozed femininity. She was also the type of woman that Dave avoided like the plague.
“Oh come on, I can’t wait to hear this one.” My interest was piqued and I was suddenly more alert.
Dave glanced at me with a drunken sheepish grin on his face and I knew instantly I’d got my assessment totally wrong. Damn they hid that one well. I must have been walking around with my head up my arse not knowing everyone was screwing each other in our group.
“We did. Then she ignored me for three weeks, it was painful.”
“The sex was painful?” Lifting myself up onto my elbow and turned on my side to face him, I rested my head on the palm of my hand as I tried to focus on him.
“No the sex was... incredible. It was the way she ignored me afterwards that was painful. So much for hanging on to that thought, looks like I’m not able to do that anymore.”
I could see by the look on his face that he was still affected from his encounter with her.
“You still like her don’t you? Is that why things are tense around the two of you? I mean I’ve felt it a lot since…”
Thinking back, their relationship changed not long after Lily left for the USA. I thought that everyone was in a funk at that time because we’d all lost a big part of our group when she went. Lily was infectious and she held a special place in the hearts of all of us.
“This was a few years ago, after Lily left?” I asked for clarification.
“Right after. Emily called me feeling a bit low. Sam and Elle had gone on holiday with their parents, you were away on assignment, Maddie was loved up, and Emily and I were at a loose end.”
“Yeah very loose by the sounds of it,” I commented, waggling my eyebrows at him.
I chuckled at his confession, but when I saw the look on his face I felt bad for making light of it.
“It just happened. One minute I was cooking dinner the next I was pinned to the kitchen counter and she was kissing me like I was going off to war. Man, the passion in that kiss.”
Dave drifted off for a second then sighed heavily.
“By the time she broke it off I was dizzy. The next thing I knew we were ripping one another’s clothes off and I was staring at the most beautiful body I’d ever seen. We didn’t just have sex, Jack. It was much more than that. It was animalistic, raw passion and we didn’t stop until we physically couldn’t keep going anymore.”
“Hmm. Emily. She doesn’t look…”
“Well, all I can say is, looks can be deceiving, mate.” Dave looked sad and then turned his head to face the ceiling, sighing deeply again.
“So if it was that good, why didn’t you both get together?”
“I tried to talk about it with her afterwards but her rejection hurt. She said it was just a moment and we were to leave it at that.”
I dropped down onto my back again and now it was my turn to stare at the ceiling.
“So you regret having something because it was awesome and you know you can never have it again, right?”
“Got it in one. It’s been difficult being around her ever since. I’ve tried to get over it for the sake of the
group, but the feelings I have are still there after all this time.”
“Love?”
“Yeah…no…an ache…I don’t know. All I know is she’s not interested and she left me confused by her come on and then shunning me afterwards. Well, I felt like my performance wasn’t good enough.”
“Did you tell her that?”
“God no. Why would I do that?”
“Maybe she has no idea that’s how she’s made you feel. Maybe she’s embarrassed that she started it. Maybe she liked it too much as well and thinks she’s not your usual type and you’re not attracted to her. Maybe, just maybe she feels the same way about you as you do about her, but she can’t bring herself to talk about it because she doesn’t want you to excuse what happened.”
“Fuck, Jack. That’s a lot of ‘maybe’s’ right there, this is that fucking philosophy class coming out in you, right?”
“Well, when was the last time you tried to talk to her about it?”
“A couple of months after we hooked up.”
“All this time and those feelings are still there? You two need to be locked in a room until you work it out.”
Dave sighed and rolled onto his side to look at me, pushing himself up onto his elbow, he supported his head on his hand.
“So your regret?”
Inhaling deeply in my drunken state, I allowed myself to be completely honest.
“Lily.”
“Lily? But you said…”
“Oh we never…”
“But you said you wanted to?”
“Fuck, it was more than want with her. She’s still everything I measure every other woman by. I don't want to feel the way I do for her at times, it feels wrong on so many levels. Sometimes I’d imagine that if I’d gone for it and it worked out... Then I’d get stronger again and we’d keep moving our lives in different directions. I’m an ordinary guy. I’d have held her back, Dave. And like you said before, I wouldn’t be a red blooded man if I hadn’t lusted after her at some point.”
Dave swallowed and looked at the wooden floor, placed his bottle down and began tracing the grain in the wood with his forefinger before staring me square in the eye again.
“And now? Is it too late to wonder? An opportunity missed you feel you should have pursued?”
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