Fuck it, I thought, I will call him today; find out if he is free tomorrow.
And he was.
So, there we were in the coffee shop, introducing ourselves, and generally getting the formalities out of the way.
There was a spark between us, we were getting excited just talking to each other, when he said, ‘Stuff this, we should just go to the hotel across the road and shag!’
I compiled and we shagged indeed. I am not sure for how long, because, next thing I knew, my phone was going and it was work. I had to go!
He proudly announced that he thought we should shag, so he told work he was off for the afternoon for a dentist appointment.
We both laughed!
I drilled his teeth alright and he drilled mine!
Next: to figure out if we were to meet again? Silence in the room. We waved each other goodbye. I returned to work thinking, this is the first time that I have ever done skived off work to have sex. I feel a surge of energy in me, as I thought about how spontaneous I had been and the fact that I would never do anything like that with Kevin. Little did I know it would not be the last!
Yep, you guessed it: every Friday from then onwards I was at the dentist!
After 6 weeks, he stated that he was really enjoying himself, maybe we should do something different and what was I up to on the weekend?
I had plans with the girlfriends each and every weekend, but then again, I always had plans with the girls, so one Saturday without them was no big deal. So, I told him, ‘Nothing much, what did you have in mind?’ He replied, ‘I am thinking – I can see you play sports so what about a game of tennis, or squash or something?’
‘Sure, tennis is more my thing, are you member of a club?’ I replied, ‘I have not played in a while, but I used to play for the
county.’ He looked at me impressed and said, ‘Yes, I am a member of David Lloyds.’ ‘Very posh,’ I replied. ‘Which one? The one in Wimbledon?’ I asked.
He replied, ‘Yes, that one.’ ‘Cool, what time?’ ‘Around 1pm. I will call you.’
He called.
We played tennis.
Then went back to his for some more shagging!
He had a nice flat; he shared it with his brother. It was a lovely Victorian house which had been converted into 3 flats.
They had the top-floor flat, and they could see the Wimbledon tennis courts from their flat. I asked him if he watched the games from the window. ‘I am not cheap. I do buy tickets; prefer to see them up close, especially when the William sisters are playing.’ ‘Why just them?’ I asked. He replied, ‘Apart from their good playing skills, they have a tight body, especially Venus!’
It was a typical bachelor’s pad. No photos, nothing too cynical and certainly nothing feminine about the place. Everything was modern and new.
They had the latest coffee machine, dishwasher, and cooker. The cooker was fantastic, it was a Britannia which had the option of gas or electricity. ‘So, are you guys cooks?’ I asked. He said, ‘Yes, my brother and I love cooking. Come on Thursday, he is normally at home at a decent time on Thursday, and we will cook for you. What is your favourite?
Chinese, Thai, Italian, what?’ I say, ‘Italian.’ ‘Cool,’ he says as he starts looking on the books shelf for an Italian recipe book, “we will go through it and decide what is best to cook for you. So, be prepared to have a full Italian meal in Wimbledon.’ ‘I look forward to it’, I replied and I did.
Thursday night came, and I was introduced to his brother. He was the total opposite of Justin; he was all chatty and seemed like a wheeler and dealer.
‘Joe, you are like a car showroom sales man,’ I said, laughing.
He replied, ‘You are nearly spot on. I am a stockbroker! Nearly the same thing, sell either cars or stocks. What is the difference?’ We laughed and I knew that we are going to get on so well. He told me his stories about the hundreds of thousands that he lost on one day and the amount he earnt the next day.
‘I just think the whole thing is scary and such a risk’ Joe says. ‘I know that is why all stockbrokers drink too much, or are on drugs, or just generally unstable!’
‘So, are you unstable, Joe?’ I asked. He replied, ‘You betta believe it, love. I am seriously one of a kind on a good day and different kind on a bad day!’ We all laughed.
He served up the main course, which was garlic shrimp linguine. Strange.
‘Never had this before, do not normally eat seafood but, hey, it looks too delicious to pass on it.’ There I was indulging in this meal, when all of a sudden I felt that my face was all itchy. I started scratching it furiously. Justin asked, ‘Are you allergic to seafood?’
‘Do not think so. Why do you ask?’ I replied. ‘Because your face looks like a football.’
Right there and then, I ran to the bathroom. I looked like something out of a horror movie. My face was all swollen, my cheeks looked like they were full of food. I could scare children for weeks with this face. And that is exactly what I did. I ran out of the flat, scared and frightened by what was in front of me. The problem was, so was everyone else scared when they saw me.
I created mayhem in
