The Christmas Exhibition (12 page)

             
I scrutinized her features, fearful she was hiding more betrayal. “How?”

             
She sighed. “Because they'll just know. They'll read between the lines. Why would you be there and nobody else's boyfriend or girlfriend, or wife or husband?”

             
“I'm going, Jill.”

             
“No, Matt, please. I'll be humiliated. They'll all know that I've come home last night and told you what's happened, and they'll assume you were so angry that you insisted you come along to chaperone me. You could really set their chins wagging.”

             
“Jill,” I began, reaching out and taking her hands in mine, “we'll just say we're going out for a meal afterwards and I'm there to pick you up.”

             
She appeared almost shaken. “You don't trust me,” she said. “I suppose I deserve that.”

             
I kissed her gently on her lips. “I love you, Jill. It's Sean I don't trust. I don't like that he might think he has one over on me, or you. I want him to see us together.”

             
“You're just insecure.”

             
“No, Jill. Listen to me. If he got jealous of you dancing with other men last night, we're sure as hell going to make him jealous as hell when he sees my arms around you on Friday.” I leaned into her ear and nibbled her lobe. “When he sees me kissing you.”

             
“Baby,” she whispered. “I
don't
want you there. If people see your hands all over me, they'll know you're mad.”

             
I pulled my hands away from her. “And so what, Jill? So what? I've every right to be mad. You were parading yourself around like a piece of meat and maybe you're lucky all you got was a couple of guys pushing their erections against your ass and the boss' son trying to kiss you. If you were half as wet as you told me you were...”

             
Jill's eyes were fixed on mine. Water welled, but never flowed. She fought back her tears. “
You
liked it.”

             
I was hesitant to hurl another word to her, fearful that I would over compensate for my shameful arousal with a barrage of insults.

             
“Matt, please, I'll be embarrassed if you come along.”

             
“Jill.” I leaned forward to her. “This is not up for discussion. I'm going to your staff party whether you like it or not.”

             
Her breasts rose and fell under her sweater. “Please, Matt. You're making something out of nothing.”

             
“I'll be there.”

             
“I could get fired.”

             
“Don't be fucking ridiculous.”

             
“Sean's dad might think you're there to cause trouble.”

             
I shook my head. “Jill, I'm going. You can try to talk me out of it all you want, but it won't do any good. I'm going. I can't stand the thought of Sean or any of them being around you when there's drink involved.”

             
Jill wiped under her eye. “This is a trust issue, Matt.”

             
“It's got fuck all to do with trust... I'm going.”

5

Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?

             
Jill's words haunted my head, playing havoc with my thoughts, throughout the week. I sat at bus stops, plagued and wretched by what she and Sean could be doing at work. I bought newspapers, tantalised by the Page 3 Girls each day, wondering if Jill's breasts were bare before Sean's eyes. I walked through the park, saw two lovers holding hands and wondered if Sean had talked Jill into taking a stroll on their lunch break. I flicked through the television channels until I reached the music stations, settled myself in front of Kylie Minogue's perfect ass on her
Spinning Around
video and felt my heart thud in my chest, wondering if any of the labourers had chanced their arm and snatched a swift grab of Jill's.

             
The thought was as arousing as it was worrying. I calmed myself, insisting Jill was merely flirtatious under the influence of alcohol. Nothing untoward would happen within the sober doldrums of daily work.

             
Kylie's ass twirled.

             
The labourers dancing with Jill.

             
Kylie's cheeks squeezed through her gold hot pants.

             
Jim and George's cocks grinding against Jill's ass.

             
My cock stretched painfully in my jeans.

             
Jill's legs parted and pussy soaking as she stared through Sean's fly to his cock.

             
Kylie gyrated, and revealed more flesh.

             
To his thick cock.

             
The petite form of Miss Minogue in her 2000 video reminded me of only one beautiful girl in my life.

             
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?

             
I pulled open my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and yanked my hard cock out of my boxers. I masturbated with reckless fury, ignoring the fact the curtains and blinds were open and that anyone who called to the front door could easily see in. I recalled Jill's imaginings of her and Sean being caught alone in the office. Of her swallowing his dick. I knew she liked what she had seen. I
knew
it. Her temptations were real.

             
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?

             
What if she was jacking his cock at work in the same moment that I was jacking mine in her house? I was delirious, excited and sickened at once. I wanted her to leave work and confess that something had happened. Yet I felt at the same time that I wouldn't hesitate to walk out the door if she did. I was between a rock and a hard place, jerking off with delightful delinquency.

             
I pulled my mobile from my pocket, navigated to compose a new text message and wrote “How is Sean with you?” I hit send seconds before my courage collapsed and humility roused regret.

             
I bashed my bishop, determined to spunk quickly.

             
Each passing minute without a reply became an image etched ever clearer in my mind.

             
My girlfriend bending over her desk.

             
My caresses brought my climax closer.

             
My girlfriend hitching her skirt.

             
My orgasm approached.

             
My girlfriend pulling her g-string to the side.

             
Impeded upon my impressionable pleasure.

             
My girlfriend taking the thick cock of the boss' son she so despicably desired.

             
“Ugh!” I spurted violently across the floor. “Fuck!” Twin jets landed on the coffee table where I had fucked Jill doggy-style on Friday night. Another series of loads splattered onto the floor, as my senses staggered from the sexual to the rational. “Holy shit,” I said, as sperm layered the palm of my hand. I dropped my cock, walked awkwardly to the kitchen and washed my hands.

             
I was pondering the possibility that a day would come when I would be caught pleasuring myself in Jill's living room when my mobile beeped in my pocket.

             
It was from Jill. “Sean is avoiding me. He has all week. Please don't come to the Xmas party on Friday. It's not necessary.”

             
My doubts to her reasoning raced into imaginative overdrive. My reply was simple. “I'm going.”

6

Jill was marching from the door to the stairs, through the living room where I sat on the sofa and to the kitchen. It was Thursday evening. Her pre-party nervousness appeared to concern only her outfit, the selection of which she could not seem to finalise. She glided by my eyes, fresh from a bath, wearing only a purple thong and fluffy slippers. Her nipples were erect, each areola swollen, and her skin dotted by goosebumps.

             
I reached out and grabbed at her ass.

             
Jill swatted my hands away. “Don't, Matt, I'm freezing!” She stepped into the kitchen and onwards into the conservatory. “I can't find the skirt I wanted to wear.”

             
“What's it look like?” I called after her.

             
“It's red with a black belt and a gold buckle.”

             
My eyes were on the
Channel 4 News
, read by Jon Snow. My mind replaying Jill's beautiful breasts bouncing before me as she had glided past. My fingertips recalling the press of the flesh of her ass. “I've never seen it before,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

             
Seconds later, Jill stood in the doorway. Her arms were folded under her breasts. A daring short, red miniskirt stopped barely below her crotch. “This is the one.”

             
I leaned gently forward, gazing up her long, naked legs. Without much effort, I could crane my neck for a glimpse of her underwear. “You... Look... Amazing, Jill.”

             
She smiled. “Are you sure?”

             
I nodded. I was in awe. I swallowed. “Yes, but...”

             
Jill dropped her hands to her hips, revealing her flat, perfect stomach. “But
what
?” she demanded.

             
“It's just a little short, though.” I became suddenly aware of an awkwardness in my ass, unable to sit comfortably. “Which is great. Sexy. You do look fantastic.” I smiled. “But is it wise?”

             
Jill's face contorted. One eyebrow raised.

             
Oh shit.

             
“
Wise
, Matt?” Her feminine forces were scrambling.

             
“Just...”

             
Her wilds and ways mobilizing.

             
“... With...”

             
Her rights to decide deploying.

             
“... What happened with Sean.”

             
Women's liberation was alive and angered in the doorway of the kitchen, topless and dominant.

             
I felt the wiseness stripped from my words with each repeated attempt at articulation. “You,” I paused, hampered in my hesitation, “don't want to encourage him.”

             
“No man will tell me what to wear, Matt. And no man will
ever
stop me wearing what I want. Sean might think he got one over on me, but I'm determined to even the score.”

             
Panic pulled perspiration from my forehead down to my cheeks. “How are you going to do that?” I asked.

             
A devilish smile –which I would one day relish and fear at once – revelled upon her striking face. “I haven't decided yet.”

             
Something in her eyes suggested quite the opposite.

             
Jill walked slowly forward. She placed her palms on my knees, leaned down and kissed my lips gently.

             
I opened my mouth, slipping my tongue to hers.

             
Jill moaned, meeting my passion.

             
I reached my warm palms up and cupped her cool breasts. “You're beautiful,” I said, as she broke the kiss.

             
“Would you do anything for me?” she asked.

             
I was surprised by the question. I thought for a couple of seconds, then nodded.

             
“Please don't come to the staff party tomorrow.”

             
I glanced at my girlfriend's excuse for a skirt. “There's no way I'm letting you go on your own, Jill.”

             
“What if I drive to work?” she suggested, sitting on the edge of the coffee table. “I won't be able to have a drink then. Nothing could possibly happen if I'm sober.”

             
“Jill.” I sighed. “You don't realise where I'm coming from with this. It's not
you
I'm worried about.
You
didn't do anything wrong. It's the others. I wouldn't trust Jim or George or Sean... Or
any
of them... As far as I could throw them... What are you doing?”