Chapter 6: CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6

GILL left work early on Friday, to get herself ready for her date with Jake, while the kids packed what they needed for their regular every alternate weekend away with their father. 

When Wayne arrived to pick them up, no one answered the insistent ringing. Fortunately, Gill had just completed her preparations, so she opened the door for him.

Wayne was visibly gobsmacked by how beautiful and desirable his former wife looked tonight. He realised he hadn’t really looked her at all since he manipulated her into sleeping with him for a short but vaguely satisfying session of meaningless sex at Christmas, coinciding with Cheryl’s indisposition through labour. Gill had been dumpy and depressed then and hardly got into the spirit of the occasion. 

Since then, though, he thought she must have lost all the surplus weight she had put on during the latter years of their marriage. Now, she looked sensational, with perfect hair and make-up and wearing a killer evening dress. He was sure it was one he’d never seen before or ever visualised her being able to wear. She was lightly made up to look glamorous and positively glowed, both with confidence and anticipation. ‘Damn it!’ he thought, Cheryl, who he once lusted after, was tired all the time and sore from baby feeding, and now here was his old lady looking damned foxy!

“You’re running bloody late, Wayne,” Gill snapped, “and I really don’t know where the time’s gone this evening, either.”

“Gill, I hardly recognised you,” Wayne gushed at his ex-wife.

She ushered him into the hallway of her little town house. He looked at her as though he could eat her, probably remembering how easily he’d seduced her last time.

“Well, I have a hot date tonight,” she grinned, feeling positive and confident, checking the hall clock, “He’s going to be here in a minute. Not sure if Jenny and Clay are ready for you to collect, I’ll give them another shout.... Jenny! Clay! Your father’s here!”

“Who are you going out with?” he asked.

“Oh, just someone from work.”

“Who? I think I know most of the top or promising bankers in the city. I get speculative CVs from them all the time.”

“He’s not a banker, he’s a technician.”

“Oh, is that the young lad who took you and the kids pony riding last weekend?” Wayne asked, continuing after Gill nodded, “Jenny sent me a selfie of you guys around a farm kitchen table. I thought he looked like he was well in with those two fit girls in the riding gear.”

“He’s no lad, Wayne. He may be a couple of years younger than me, but not twenty like your current squeeze. Jake’s a fit young man and a perfect gentleman. Only tonight I’m going tell him to be a little less gentlemanly, no, make that a lot less gentlemanly.”

Gill laughed, then turned and shouted up the stairs again, “Jennifer, Clayton, your father’s here to collect you, I hope you’re ready!”

The doorbell dinged at that very moment.

“Jake’s here!” Gill yelled, just as Jenny came down the stairs and Clay came through from the kitchen, as if perfectly on cue.

“Wow, Mum! You look absolutely fantastic! High five!” Clay held his palm high and Gill cheerfully slapped her son’s hand with a resounding clap.

Jenny was equally complimentary, “Oh, Mum, you look absolutely lovely, Jake’s gonna be so bug-eyed when he sees you.”

“Why, thanks Jen, honey, that’s such a sweet thing to say,” Gill said as she embraced her daughter.

Clay squeezed by them to open the front door and welcome in Jake, high-five-ing him as soon as he stepped into the hall.

“Hey, Jake, dude,” Clay exclaimed, “Wow! You look like James Bond! Smart tux!”

Jenny skipped over, ignored Jake’s offered high-five palm and instead gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then she stepped back and admired his evening wear.

“I thought Mum looked more beautiful than I have ever seen her,” Jenny announced as she hugged him again, “but you look absolutely gorgeous!”

Jake squeezed her back and whispered in her ear, “Thanks, Jen, for everything this evening.”

She whispered back, “Seeing you looking as hot as this, well, Mum is going to be one lucky lady tonight!”

They broke off their hug to turn and regard Gill, standing in the hallway next to Wayne.

“Wow, Gill,” Jake said, slightly croakily, “you are beautiful, stunning, absolutely mesmerising.”

“And you are perfect, Jake, you brush up better than I have any right to expect.”

“You deserve nothing less than the maximum effort on my part,” he smiled as he stepped towards his date.

They each moved towards one another and Jake held his hands out, palms upward. Gill slipped her smaller hands easily into his. He gripped them, pulling them up to his lips, kissing them both in turn, once, twice, three times, without taking his hungry eyes off her shining ones. Her eyes sparkled alive with pleasure, while his were in complete awe of her beauty before him. Jake released her hands and she fell into his arms, their lips met and they enjoyed a long, long kiss, oblivious to anyone around them.

When Jake opened his eyes, shortly after their lips had reluctantly parted, he noticed Wayne standing open-mouthed behind her. 

He whirled Gill round to his left, his arm around her waist holding her close to his hip, before stretching out his right hand towards her ex-husband.

“Hi there, I’m John Nicholls, but everybody calls me Jake. I’m Gill’s date for the weekend. You must be Wayne, of course, I’m pleased to meet you at last, your children are just fantastic, you must be so proud of them.”

Wayne automatically put his hand out and Jake firmly gripped the banker’s soft podgy hand with his slim firm one and gave it a couple of shakes.

“Right, Jenny,” Gill said to her daughter, “we’re off now, so you’ll have to lock up for me when you go. Make sure all the windows and doors are locked, that everything’s switched off, including your computer, Clay, as I won’t be back until Sunday night.”

The couple turned, still with Jake holding her waist and walked to the front door, which Clay held  open for them. Gill pointed to her overnight bag under a side table in the hall, which Jake bent down to pick up, while she collected up a tiny clutch bag, which matched her outfit, from the table top.

“Have fun you two,” Jenny called as they closed the door behind them, laughing. Clay and Jenny high-fived each other inside the closed door and then they saw their Dad standing there, with slumped shoulders and mouth wide open, and that started the pair off laughing again.

Outside, on the path, the couple heard Jenny and Clay laughing behind the closed doors. Gill stopped and put her arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry about that bit of showing off, I had honestly expected them to have left for Wayne’s house long before now.”

They kissed again, Gill imagined herself turned to jelly as she felt Jake responding hard as steel against her.

“Let’s get you in the car and home,” Jake said, breathlessly.

Jake led Gill on his arm to a gleaming blue Jaguar saloon and held the passenger door open for her.

“Oh, you borrowed that beautiful classic car from your neighbour, just to pick me up,” she cooed, “you are too good to me, sweetheart.”

“You, my angel, are worth going the extra mile for,” he said as he closed the door behind her with a soft click.

She fastened her seat belt and absorbed the luxurious smell of polished leather upholstery as he scooted round the front of the car, got in the driver’s side and turned the key. The motor started with a deep throaty roar from the powerful twelve-cylinder engine, and pulled smoothly away from the kerb.

“I have a confession to make, Gill, well several really.”

“That’s all right, I have a couple to make myself. I think I’ll get to your place first though, before I spill mine, I could probably do with a drink before I do one of them. Anything waiting for us on ice?”

“Yes, I’ve Champagne on ice, and chilled whites, a selection to choose from; plus a robust red to go with the hot goulash, for later.”

“Mmm, sounds wonderful. Well, mine can wait, so what’s your first confession?”

“Mmm, I conspired with your children to make sure Wayne saw you looking so beautiful for me tonight.”

“Ahh! That’s what they did, getting Wayne to arrive late?”

“Not exactly, look at the clock on the dash.”

“Seven o’clock? It should be well past that, I was aiming to get ready for about half past and I know I wasn’t that early. Who changed the clocks at home?”

“Jenny changed all the clocks by winding them forward by three-quarters of an hour and Clay kept watch at the end of the drive for Wayne to come around the bend and drive up to your door. He called Jenny while he nipped down the path to the back door into the kitchen. Meanwhile, I was waiting just round the corner for Jenny’s call so I could turn up just after Wayne did.”

“Sneaky, the lot of you!” she laughed, “I have never seen Wayne look so gobsmacked before. I think I will treasure that look forever. And this was all your idea?”

“Ah, let’s just say it was an idea that I was quite prepared to go along with.”

Gill laughed.“You know, when I came along to your print room to get help about what to do with the kids, they were a mess. And I was in a complete mess over how to get them out of it. Clay wouldn’t move off his butt and Jenny was trying her hardest to disappear up hers. I think the kids were blaming me more than Wayne for our break-up, as if I should have just put up with his wanting more freedom from his family responsibilities. Since you came into our lives, though, you’ve turned us all around. Ha! I still can’t get over Wayne’s face just now. It was a picture! Thank you, you darling man, thank you for everything.”

At the apartment block, Jake pulled into the basement car park and reversed into bay 11.

“Sit there, I’ll open the door for you.”

“You are such a gentleman,” she smiled.

He opened her door, one hand holding her overnight bag.

“I really just want to see you climb out of this car in that lovely dress. Gill, you really are a feast on the eye.”

She got out quite demurely, a smile of pure pleasure on her face.“I hope you still think so when I’m out of this dress, I’m all stretch marks, middle-age spread and sag under this gorgeous satin and silk creation.”

He pulled her into his arms and they kissed again.

“You will always be beautiful to me, Gill, always. Whatever happens between us, nothing will ever take away my feeling that you are the most wonderful woman I know.”

He released her, but she held on to him, so he lightly held her in his arms again.

“I have my first confession to make,” she said, looking up into his eyes. Even in the dimly lit basement she could see him clearly. “I had lunch with Gertie, your grandmother, on Wednesday —”

“Yes, you said —”

“But I didn’t give you any details. She wanted to, and she did tell me … everything Jake, everything about your parents’ accident ... about your burns, your operations ... and you telling the surgeons enough was enough, and that you didn’t want any more treatment.”

He tried to speak, but she laid a finger lightly on his lips, his eyes soft and moist, she continued.

“I know what you think, that I will be shocked. I know that you cover yourself up in fear that everyone who sees you will run away in horror. Honey, I’m prepared, and upstairs I will stand in front of you naked, with all my warts and all that I am ashamed of. I long to see you naked. I need my lover to see me and I need to see my lover. That doesn’t have to be here and now or the next few minutes, or some time on Saturday or Sunday, but when we are comfortable with each other, and ideally I think that needs to be this weekend. I want you to kiss every inch of my body and I desire to be allowed to do the same to every single inch of you. I want us to share our bodies, so I become yours, and you become mine. I need you to know that I am in love with you, Jake. I need you to know that I want you to be a part of my life, for the rest of my life, and be a part of my children’s lives.”

“I want that too, Gill,” he mumbled through her finger, the vibrations of his lips tingling on her fingertip.

“Jake, I think that through and through, you are most beautiful person I have ever known, that I desire you and want you more than anything.” She released her finger from his lips.

He kissed her hard and passionately, so that she was giddy with desire.

“I, I love you Gill, I think I have always loved you, although I never said before, because then you were someone else’s.”

“I’m yours now, Jake, yours for the taking and the keeping if you want me. Take me upstairs and make me yours.”

He swept her up in his arms as if she was a feather and carried her in the direction of the lift.

“Another confession, Gill, the flat I took you to last time was not actually where I live but the Janitor’s flat. I apologise for ‘borrowing’ that unoccupied flat for our first meal. My only excuse is that I was nervous about bringing anyone back to my own flat.”

“Oh! Is it really that messy?” she laughed, “You should know that I’m used to seeing Clay’s room, that’s a walk-in disaster area.”

“No! OK, maybe a little messy. I believe I’ve lost that initial nervousness and our meal awaits us in my real home. Press the ‘up’ button for me, please?”

The lift door instantly slid open and he carried her inside. There was a bank of buttons on the wall, with ‘B’ at the bottom, through G, 1,2,3,4, up to 5, then a panel above that. Next to the pad was an illuminated red button, which he reached up to and pressed with his thumb, the action causing a cover to slide across revealing a number pad.

“Key in 3,9,1,7, Gill.” he asked. “Over the weekend I’ll scan in your thumbprint which will allow you to open the keypad.”

She keyed in the code number, and the cover slid back in place as she felt the lift move.“Where are we going, exactly?”

“Originally, the apartment was my parents’ home, where I lived until the accident and where I moved back to about fourteen years ago when I left Gran’s house. Since then I’ve lived here continuously and modernised it. I’ve never brought anyone back here ... before now. Only my Gran pops in from time to time, she’s great friends with Grace, an old lady who lives on the second floor.”

“Oh, it’s not Grace’s lovely old Jag, is it?”

“No,” he laughed, “she’s pretty well housebound, or at least reluctant to go out. I’ll introduce her to you if we get a chance, she has some fascinating stories to tell of her childhood in Vienna.”

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The lift stopped and the door slid open. He stepped out into a marble hallway, still carrying her. They were clearly at the top of the building as the hallway appeared to be lit during daylight by a cupola, currently showing black sky above them. Subtle up lighters around the picture rail showed the hallway to be large and stylish, the upper half of the walls painted in pastel blue shades above cream walls, with polished black marble half rounded columns appearing to hold up the cupola. The lift door smoothly slid shut behind them and she could hear it descend, presumably back to the basement.

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

He set her on her feet but continued to hold and stroke her, looking in awe at her beauty.

“This is impressive, certainly not humble,” she said, “OK, I do want the tour, but you can show me round later, darling, first drinks, then the bedroom.”

“You were not kidding?” he asked as he guided her through a door into a huge lounge, with two large bay windows along one wall, she could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen just beyond the sitting room.

“No, I wasn’t. I have a checklist. One, meal in the oven on hold, check; two, drinks on ice, preferably Champagne, check; so the bedroom is number three, next.”

They kissed again, with a ferocity that excited them both.

“The drink can wait,” she decided. “Which way to the bedroom?”

He led the way along a corridor into a darkened room and hesitated at the doorway.

“We can do this in the dark, if you like, Jake,” she said softly, “once we finally break the ice, there will be nothing left that’s worth hiding between us.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Being together, staying together isn’t automatic, you have to want to break down those walls, those barriers which constrain us. But we can do it slowly, carefully and gradually, and we can do it together.”

He nodded, adding, “I can open the curtains perhaps, or the skylight blinds?”

“The skylight blinds might be nice,” she smiled.

He walked across the bedroom,  picked up a slim remote control and pointed it at the ceiling. Silently, blinds to a large skylight immediately over the bed opened up, allowing the ambient night light of London in, so Gill could more easily see the bedroom furniture. It was a large bedroom with a huge bed against one wall, with a number of doors leading off other walls.

He saw her look around the room. Tonight he was on his own home ground, so he only had eyes for her, but understood her curiosity.

“That door on the right is your bathroom, with your changing room in front of it, with lots of cupboards, drawers and racks, mostly empty at the moment; and over here on the left is my changing room with a shower room beyond. The shower is basically a wet room with plenty of room to er, share. The bathrooms are connected.”

“I will freshen up and change in my bathroom, in a moment then,” she smiled, holding out her arms to him. He moved swiftly to her and they kissed, both thinking that they would never tire of kissing and holding each other.

“Another confession time for me, Gill,” he said quietly between kisses. “This is the er, first time I have ever been this far with a woman ... I have never made love before.”

“I know, honey, or at least I assumed that might be the case. There is nothing to worry about; there is no competition here, sweetheart. Sit here next to me for a moment.” She sat on the end of the bed.

He complied, and sat there quietly next to her, holding her hands.

“This is a special time for you, Jake, which makes it just as magical for me, too,” she said quietly and carefully, “it is not about performance, but about sharing a joint experience. Let’s just take our time, talk to one another about what feels good or better because actually there will be nothing bad here. I trust you Jake, more than I trust anyone as a lover. I know you will never hurt me.”

“Before we do anything, I need to tell you, prepare you about my ... my body.”

“Jake, I know about your accident, the fire and your burns. Now, are you worried about pain or are you sore? Are there any no go areas you don’t want me to touch?”

“No, if anything there are areas of reduced feeling for me because of nerve damage. I don’t have any pains anywhere, but my skin is rough or bubbled to the touch in places and very smooth in others and may feel odd. There is nowhere you cannot go, Gill. As you trust me, so I trust you. In the daylight you would see that my skin on my arms, legs and upper torso is heavily discoloured and covered in a patchwork of scars, I look rather like a quilt, put together by a blind man.”

“We all have things that are not perfect. I am no classical runway model. I am a middle-aged woman who was a little overweight for the last few years, I have stretch marks from carrying the children, and boob droop, cellulite ... but I will still stand naked before you in the full light of day because I already love and trust you.”

She laughed and kissed his hands.“Here we are, talking about being naked and yet we’re both dressed up to the nines. You look a million dollars and I feel the same, but once we strip off the clothes and my face paint we will just be two normal people with our warts and all, meeting together naked and in love. If we stay together, and age together we’ll soon be old and wrinkly, so our external good looks is fleeting at best. I know how beautiful a person you are on the inside and that you will always be beautiful to me. So I don’t want you to be nervous about our lovemaking,” she said between kisses. “I was a virgin when I met Wayne and he is the only man I ever slept with until now. I have shared a sleeping bag with you and even fallen asleep with you, three times now. And what we have been doing is all part of making love and have gone about as far as any couple have gone without actually going the whole way. I am nervous, of course I am. It is only natural, as your nervousness is. I am not prepared to do this with anyone, Jake, who I do not love.”

“I know, you’re a respectable woman as well as a beautiful one!” He smiled and she lightly tapped him with her elbow.

“Furthermore, I have no diseases and I am on the pill so, let’s go do it!”

“You’re on the pill?!” he snapped, although he had a huge smile on his face, “and I went out and bought a gross of condoms!”

“We’ll pass them onto Wayne, he’s not as careful as us,” she laughed, “but I do have one more confession to make. The last time I made love to my ex-husband was at Christmas. I know we were technically still married but in the middle of divorcing, which he instigated as a ‘by mutual consent’ separation. In a weak moment I was tricked into thinking he was having second thoughts about us getting back together. I didn’t find out about his girlfriend, and the baby they had only just had, until the kids mentioned it in the New Year. I felt such a duped fool.”

“What did he do to upset you?”

“Can I tell you later? Right now I want just us in this bedroom and naked under those covers. What about you, are you ready for this?”

“Yes, I want to do everything I can to make you happy.”

“Right, the last one to get showered, clean teeth, get undressed and into bed has to cook breakfast. Where did you put my bag?”

“I’ll fetch it. I put it down in the hall.”

When he returned she was already in bed.“Breakfast on you in the morning then, Jake,” she giggled.

“I thought you were going to wash —”

“I had a shower and cleaned my teeth only an hour ago, less than that, actually, especially after you fiddled around with all my clocks!”

“Mmm, me too. So, you took full advantage of my absence to get yourself naked without me seeing you....”

“I’ll close my eyes, if you want me too.”

“Please.... I know it’s silly—”

“No!”

She threw off the duvet and flew to him, as naked as she was. She held him tight and kissed him all over his face, “it’s not silly, darling, not silly at all. Any normal relationship, and ours is no different, is made up of little steps and stages. There are obstacles and fences to negotiate. Negotiation is my strong point at the bank and getting things perfectly right on the page is yours. Together, we have a deal to put together, to literally put to bed, one step, one paragraph at a time. So nothing is silly, darling," she laughed, "or maybe everything is silly! ... We make our own rules, all that concerns us is ‘us’, and our agreement that we are both comfortable together at every turn.”

She pressed her nakedness into him, while their tongues danced a tango, his hands tracing the spine down her back, down to her bare bum, his erectness poking into her stomach.

“I think you are wearing too many clothes, lover.” she giggled, “Shut the bedroom door and you can either undress here or in your bathroom.”

“Here, it is dark enough for me.”

She jumped back into bed, pulling the duvet up to her nose, from where she watched him. He fetched a hanger from his wardrobe, and untied his cummerbund, took off his trousers and carefully hooked them over the rail of the hanger. Unhurriedly, he took off his jacket and hung it, hanging the loaded hanger over the dressing room door.

He turned to face her again, gently pulled at his tie until it unravelled completely and he pulled it off. He started to undo his shirt, when she sat up.

“Can I undo your shirt, honey?” as she crawled toward him.

“Of course you can.”

He stood next to the bed while she stroked his chest through the fabric. He lightly stroked her hair.

“Beautiful shirt.”

“It’s silk, handmade in China.”

“Beautiful,” she undid the top three buttons and kissed his chest.“You,” kiss, “are,” kiss, “beautiful.” Kiss.

With each kiss she undid a button, exposing another section of skin to kiss, and she continued to kiss him all the way down to his belly button as she undid the last shirt button. She noted his chest was smooth and hairless, the smell of his skin zesty with citrus from his shower wash, his muscles firm under taut skin. His underwear-covered erection was rigid and pressing into her chest. She reached up with both hands and slipped the shirt off his shoulders and it slid silently, effortlessly to the floor.

“Lay on the bed,” she ordered softly and he complied immediately.

She scooted down the bed and pulled down his underpants. Again, his briefs were silk and weighed next to nothing.

“Do you ever wear boxer shorts?”

“No, do you think I should?”

“Well, they seem to be more popular, you’ll have to speak to Clay....” her voice trailed off.

“Yes?”

“Oh dear, we should be two single people overcome with heaving passion, and here I am calmly discussing underwear, like a ... like a mum!”

“I thought you were just trying to make me relax, and it was working.”

“Well, not all of you is that relaxed,” she sniggered and pointed, “that thing there is certainly not relaxed. But I can help you with that, if you’d like.”

“I would appreciate your assistance, kind lady, if you are offering.”

“Just try and stop me!”

“I won’t!”

She gripped his erection around the base and started to lick it like a lollipop and then engulfed the top with her mouth.

“Can you move round so I can return the favour?” he asked, his voice barely a croak.

“Of course,” she broke off from what she was doing, “scoot down the bed a little.... Yes, that’ll do.”

She turned over and straddled Jake, and back-pedalled until her mouth was over his juicy stick and her own pleasure zone close enough for him to participate in the mutual pleasure giving.

As she started sucking him again, he began to make tentative licks, so she ground her pelvis down, pushing herself onto his mouth. She broke off her sucking, sufficient to say, “Harder, Jake, I’m not that delicate, lick and suck harder!”

He pushed his tongue along her slit and sucked for all he was worth.

“Jake,” she panted after only a couple of minutes, “I’m ready now.”

She lifted herself off and twisted round again, this time positioning her pelvis over Jake’s. She lowered until she could guide him into position, then sinking down slowly, feeling herself being filled up.

“God, you’re so hot!” he exclaimed.

“That’s the best compliment I’ve had in years!” she laughed.

“Oh, you know what I mean, you’ve always been ‘hot’ to me but can’t believe how hot and slippery you are, you must be burning up inside.”

She started moving up and down.“All that heat and juice is all down to you, sweetheart, you make me feel so good. I’ve actually been leaking in anticipation for hours.”

She started moving quicker, until suddenly Jake flipped her over. He re-entered her, with some adjustment to get comfortable and then began to pound into her. Gill’s eyes rolled in her head, her breathing became harder and more uneven, ragged. She tried to thrust up in time with Jake’s desperate grinding, but most of the time they were out of sync.

“Oh!” Jake screamed.

Jake’s breathing became more pronounced as he exhaled every second or third thrust. Gill started screaming and Jake shuddered as he came in her and collapsed on top, slightly to one side. She clutched his heaving body tightly to her while he caught his breath.

“Oh Jake, that was great, honey. Are you all right?”

“Yes, I think so. Yes, of course I am, that was absolutely amazing! I think I’m completely spent.”

“So, do you feel this is something you’d like to do again ... and possibly again and again?”

“Oh yes, oh yes please!”

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