Night Passions - Part 4
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Once Gary had splashed some water on his face, chiselled some stubborn ice out of the bag in the freezer and fixed himself a gin and tonic, his thoughts turned back to Diane and Doug. Reassured that his phone hadn’t pinged while he was downstairs, he calmly pondered his next move. The idea of Diane pressing her foot into Doug’s groin was indeed suggestive, but the situation was manageable. He trusted her not to go further without breaking her rules of texting him first. He could just text her now, and tell her that was enough, and at the same time seem chilled about allowing her that little extra freedom in the time it had taken to fix his drink.
Wondering how long that had been he looked up at the clock and guessed it was at least ten minutes. He reached for his phone to check the time of the last call. A cold chill climbed up his spine as he reached into his robe pocket and found nothing there. Frantically he patted himself down for other, non-existent pockets while scanning the kitchen. Slamming his drink down on the counter Gary dashed out of the room.
He could hear his phone ping as he took the stairs two at a time, but once he got to the bedroom he couldn’t see it on the bed. In a panic he pulled off the covers and checked under the pillows. He sank to his knees and peered under the low bed groping in the semi-darkness at anything remotely phone shaped. He was even looking in his bedside draw when he heard his phone ping again from the other side of the room.
With relief he found it behind the door where he had donned his robe, only to find a whole stream of texts waiting for him.
-Playing footsie again. He seems bigger now!
-Fuck it snog time
-God that was hot!
-Why aren’t you answering your phone?
-OK Fine. Going to a club
There were also three missed calls and a voicemail, probably from after the ‘hot snog’. Time seemed to have flown by since Diane’s last call. Gary wondered exactly what had made the kissing hot, and was torn between listening to the voicemail and phoning her. He opted for the latter and still a little out of breath from his search found himself sat on the bed listening to a ring-tone. Eventually her voice message kicked in.
“Hi dear it’s Gary. Um.” He was shaking and unsure exactly what to say. “I guess you are either in the club or in D… In a car so…” what was he saying! Just tell her to come home. He gathered his thoughts and the message service kicked in. Annoyed with himself he selected the option to re-record and took a deep breath.
“Hi. Things have gone far enough now. I think it is time to come home don’t you?” He was pleased with this for a few seconds after he had put the phone down, but then he reflected on how weak he had sounded. He had given her an option. What if she didn’t think so? What if she didn’t check her voicemail? He quickly typed out a text.
-Come home
Simple decisive and to the point. She would see that as soon as she looked at her phone. That done he carefully placed his phone on the side and remade the bed. His hands were shaking as plumped the pillows. He wished he had brought that drink up with him. Once the bed was tidy he rechecked his phone. Nothing. It needed recharging soon, it was only on ten percent. He was reaching for the charger when the phone burst into life, ringing and buzzing in his hand.
“Hello. Diane?” He said far to fast to appear casual.
“Hi, I am in the loos again.” She was giggling, and there was much more background noise, which seemed to cut across her voice. “Having a great time. Doug’s a great dancer. Are you sure you want…”
The call cut off. Gary looked at the screen but it was black. Frantically he pressed the button to wake it, but nothing. The phone died.
Gary stared at the black screen and screamed. It seemed to take forever to get the charging lead into his phone, and even then he stared at a black screen for what felt like an age before it finally showed a charging indicator. As soon as he was able to, he tried to text, but the phone rang again. This time he couldn’t even answer before it cut off again.
He was a wreck now. Hunched over and shaking with frustration, pleading out-loud for the phone to come back to life long enough to text. Finally he was able to, but not before two further messages flashed across the screen.
-Bad signal
-Gonna have another dance. Text me.
He responded by repeating his message to come home, and added ‘NOW!’ to make sure there was no confusion. He decided he really needed that drink.
Quickly returning to his room with his drink and the open bottle Gary found no other texts waiting for him. He realised he hadn’t check that voicemail.
“Hi. Oh my god, he’s a randy one! No sooner we started snogging he had his hand up my dress. He really knows how to turn a girl on. My panties are a mess, he got me so wet. I am going to slip them off and give him a treat next time. Text me if you think that is too naughty.”
Gary realised what had made her snog so ‘hot’ now. Things had gone much further than he thought. He imagined her on the dance floor in that short dress with no panties. What if they had a slow dance and Doug had slipped his hand up her leg. He forced himself to push the image out of his mind. She would see his text soon, and it would all be over. Gary realised he was hard. Unable to resist he slipped his hand into his robe and imagined Doug discovering Diane’s lack of panties and pushing her into a dark corner to explore further. He found himself on edge after only a few seconds, and pulled his hand away just as his phone pinged.
-OK on our way. Have so much to tell you!
Immediately he began to imagine Diane in Doug’s sports car, her little dress riding up in the passenger seat. Doug’s large hand on her thigh. Her opening those stockinged legs for him.
Gary decided he needed a cold shower.