Night Passions - Part 2
See Part One
“There goes another one,” said Diane in a sing song tone at the sound of Doug’s front door slamming. Gary couldn’t help thinking Diane looked pleased. There seemed to be a pattern with the guy next door’s love life, his affairs were passionate but brief.
“He must be a terrible boyfriend,” said Gary, not looking up from his crossword. “None of his girls hang around for more than a couple of weeks.”
“But what a couple of weeks!” Said Diane standing and peeking through the window.
Gary didn’t respond. The events of the other night played on his mind. He remembered Diane fantasising out loud. ‘I want him to fuck me like that.’ He had thought of that night often since, each time wishing he had said something to discourage her. Far from objecting he had been whipped up into her passion. He could feel himself blushing just remembering it. He picked up the paper to cover his red face, pretending to study some small print.
“He needs a more casual partner,” said Diane sitting back down, “clearly he isn’t looking for a long term thing. Those silly girls don’t know what they will be missing.”
Gary tried to change the subject, pondering one of his crossword clues aloud. His plan failed. Diane answered the clue without giving it a moment’s thought and then continued with her musings.
“Maybe I should ask him out for a drink? Take the initiative.” She said softly as if talking to herself. It was time to say something and put a stop to this. Gary folded his paper and removed his glasses, he often did this to give himself time to think about that to say. Before he could interrupt, Diane was already continuing.
“Which of my dresses do you think he would like?” She said looking him in the eye and frowning. “Maybe that little blue number you got me for our anniversary, what do you think?”
“You are joking aren’t you?” He answered. He had meant his tone to be firm, but it had come out almost as a plea.
“Of course not dear. We agreed the other night.” She said getting up again and heading to the door.
“What did we agree?” This was the worst part. The reason Gary had kept replaying the events in his head. He couldn’t quite remember what they had said, but he was reasonably sure he hadn’t agreed to anything.
“You know full well,” Diane called back, she was already out of the door and half way up the stairs. “Why else were you blushing just now?”
Diane was always doing that. Leaving the room before they finished an argument. Gary often let these things slide, but this didn’t seem like the appropriate time. He pondered following her and nipping this thing in the bud, but the idea of continuing the discussion seemed more even more embarrassing. He convinced himself she would probably be back in a minute, and picked up his paper again.
“What do you think?” Diane was standing in the doorway with the shortest skirt he had seen her wear since they were first dating. She had been upstairs for nearly an hour. He had flicked on the TV and almost put the talk of Doug out of his mind.
“Wow,” he said open mouthed, caught off guard, before adding, “Now look…” He paused as he noticed her top was almost see-through and Diane jumped in.
“Glad you like it. Do you think Doug will?” She said striking a pose.
“Diane, please stop this.” He said as forcefully as he could muster.
“Oh darling,” she said with exaggerated concern, dashing over to him and kneeling by the sofa. “It’s only a bit of fun.” She was pouting now, and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Gary couldn’t help looking at the swell of her breasts, barely concealed by the open and diaphanous blouse she was wearing.
“Well yes, but…” He was flustered. Partly relived but also embarrassed and confused.
“I can see somebody likes my look.” Diane smiled and ran her hand up Gary’s thigh. Her hand brushed his growing stiffness. “I am sure a young, fit guy like Doug wouldn’t look at me twice. Let alone go on a date.”
“I bet any man would,” Gary admitted, responding to her hand. Diane looked after her figure, and often turned heads.
“Really? You are just saying that to have your way with me,” she purred seductively as her insistent hand brought him to full arousal.
“Maybe,” he said smiling. He was excited. It had been a long time since they had done anything like this in the lounge.
“I will take that bet though,” she said removing her hand and standing.
“Sorry what?” He wasn’t expecting her to pull away.
“I’ll take that bet. If he asks me on a date you win. I will take you out for a meal this Saturday,” she said smoothing her skirt down. “If he doesn’t you pay. How does that sound?”
“Diane you know that isn’t what I meant.” He went to stand, but she pushed him back with the palm of her hand.
“It’s only a game,” she said laughing. “Really your face is a picture.”
“I am not sure if I like this game.” He said looking at her shapely legs.
“You still seem quite excited.” Diane pointed at the bulge at his crouch. He looked down and noticed there was a small damp patch on his trousers. “Admit it, the idea of Doug flirting with me turns you on.”
“It’s that outfit,” he said, not wanting to admit anything. The idea of Doug and Diane flirting was unsettling, but something about it was arousing.
“Listen, it is very simple. I will pop round now and ask to borrow some milk or something. He will probably make some flirty comment and send me on my way. You get a night out either way, and I get to feel a little naughty, flirting with a younger man.” She fiddled with the hem of her blouse and shifted her weight onto one foot and pouted again. “Please.”
He had barely finished saying yes before she was skipping out the door like a teenager. He regretted it instantly but he was still excited. To distract himself he decided to put the kettle on. At one point he thought he could hear female laughter from through the wall, but the growing rumble of the kettle mercifully drowned it out. For a second he considered making one cup, not sure if Diane would stop and chat for a bit. The idea of her staying there for any length of time hit him like a ton of bricks. Whatever must Doug be thinking? His hot neighbour clearly hitting on him, using a feeble excuse to pop round. He remembered how thin her top was, and imagined Doug staring at her breasts. Would he make a pass at her? He was certainly a bit of a rogue. Oh no, what had he just agreed to! They could be at it right now, Diane bent over his kitchen counter with her skirt hitched up over her waist.
Doug took a deep breath and finished making the tea. He was being silly. By the time he finished Diane was already coming in the front door. He was relieved, but at the same time disappointed. He shocked himself with his conflicted emotion. Why did the idea seem to excite him?
“Thanks hun,” said Diane picking up her cup from the counter while placing a cup of sugar down beside where it had stood. “See it wasn’t that painful.”
“No I suppose not,” he said stepping close to the counter to hide his still tenting trousers.
“You sure are a lucky guy. Doug told me to tell you that.” She was smiling from ear to ear.
“I know it.” He said looking her up and down again. The sun was low and the light from the window made her top virtually transparent. He suddenly imagined the same image reversed, in the next house.
“So lucky you even get dinner out of deal,” she said studying him from behind her cup.
“What? No!” He almost dropped his own cup. He placed it down, and steadied himself on the counter.
“It won’t be Saturday though. That’s reserved for Doug now!”
See Part Three