After Work Excess (3 page)

I looked up at him, connecting with him, with my blue eyes, looking at the man who, if not tonight, would undoubtedly soon become the father of my child – my gorgeous fiancée.

***

After a few minutes, laying in a tangled, and sweaty post-sex mess – enjoying the
after-glow
of our welcome home session, he said “So you might well be pregnant now then Sammy, how does that thought feel?”

“
Strange...”

“
Strange in a good way, or strange in a way that makes you want to pack you things and move back in with your parents?” he laughed.

“
No silly, strange – but strange in a good way!”

Our conversation stopped, for several minutes, as he enjoyed taking in my naked body, laying side by side and affectionately stroking me, tracing out the line of my hips – clearly showing me that he was glad to finally be home, with his girl, once more. My dress had become rucked around the middle of my body, and now resembled something that looked like a thick red belt, although he didn't seem to mind.

I dared to interrupt our moment though, breaking through whatever he was thinking about, as I said “You know, I don't think that we should actually meet
this guy
next weekend, not if I'm now trying for a baby.”

He looked across at me, as I prepared for his response and then said “Don't worry, we can insist that he wears protection, so that there's no confusion when you fall pregnant.”

'
Did he really think that I hadn't been careful enough to insist on a condom with the few other guys that he had arranged for me to sleep with, the ones where he wasn't also in the room?
' That thought worried me immensely, the thought that I would even consider doing something like that,
going bareback
with another man, but it wasn't worth starting an argument over.

“
Well I just don't think that we should be meeting this guy, as I said.” I reiterated.

He climbed up from bed, in order to use the toilet, and looked back at me and simply said “Look it's gonna be fine, he'll wear a condom, and after him, we'll take a break from these random
meet ups
, okay?”

I smiled across at him, before he left the room, and replied with “Okay, we'll see this one guy, and then we'll
only be with each other
, yeah?”

“
Of course Sammy,” he shouted back from the bathroom, before adding “Mind you, once you're pregnant, I'm sure that most of the guys online would love to have sex with you, with that big baby bump, and your sensual and swollen titties!”

It wasn't what I wanted to hear, but I laughed it off, as I knew that after this
final guy
, I wouldn't be entertaining any more men that my fiancée had been chatting to over the internet.

This was going to be a fresh start for me – and a new chapter in my life.

To break up the lonely week-nights, every Wednesday night I arranged a ‘girlie night’ in town with my best friend Claire, and usually we were joined by a couple of other friends, Steph and Holly. It was always good excuse to have a
girlie gossip
, get dressed up and sink a few cheap
mid-week
drinks to relieve the boredom of being home alone whilst he was working away.

One Wednesday night, totally unexpectedly - everything changed, my whole life was suddenly turned upside down, possibly forever - in ways that I could have never even imagined possible…

Claire arrived at mine just after 7pm and we shared a pizza and bottle of rose as I put the finishing touches to my make-up and decided what jeans and boot combination to wear as it had been really cold out lately, if not raining every night.

We soon headed to our favourite bar and the only one that was relatively busy on a quiet midweek night and went over to meet Holly and Steph, who had already arrived, and were sat with two Indian guys.

I presumed that they knew the guys quite well, so after getting ourselves a drink we sat with the four of them on their big table, where Ash and Naz politely introduced themselves to Claire and I. Ash was the opposite side of the table, sat with Holly, so I didn't really get to speak to him, but Naz was right next to me and he immediately said that he liked my boots and necklace and looking back, on first impressions (which are usually right!) he certainly seemed like he was a bit of a charmer as he said that he was a music producer in London and down here for some meetings, so I guess Holly and Steph barely knew them after all. Claire seemed a bit taken with Naz and from where I was sitting, he did seem keen on her, but a little bit
too smooth
for my liking.

It didn't look like we were going to get away from these two guys, especially as once we finally announced that we were planning to go to another bar for a bit of a dance, Ash and Naz were immediately invited along by Holly, who I think was a little bit taken by Ash, despite her having a loyal boyfriend sat back at home, waiting for her. Holly had been a flirt for as long as could remember, but she had never actually let these kind of liaisons lead anywhere, as her man meant the world to her.

***

Once we'd all moved on to the second bar, which thankfully had a dance-floor, the guys got a round of drinks in for all of us including shots, to thank us for showing them around town, before the six of us clambered up onto the tiny dance floor for a bit of a ‘boogie’.

Claire seemed to win over Naz's affections, continuing from where she had left off -  as they broke away and danced together. Meanwhile, Holly danced a little too flirtatiously with Ash, flicking her long brown hair back at him, and generally acting like she was
with him
. Steph shot me a look, as if to say '
Should she really be behaving like this?
', which I noted with a smile and a dismissive shrug of my shoulders, before laughing it off, as at least neither of them were crowding around me. I soon motioned for Steph to follow me back to one of the comfy sofas, which gave us both the chance to sit and finally have a proper catch up without the two guys butting in. I was also able to text my fiancée to see what he was up to, but sadly he didn't reply, so I guessed that he must have been working late. With his whereabouts weighing heavily on my mind, I confessed about the talk that he and I had had over the previous weekend, about starting a family. Steph wasn't at all shocked, as she commented with “Well you're engaged after-all Sammy, so that's really great news for you both – he's a lovely guy, and
a keeper
for sure!”

***

A little later, after a good chat, we went to rejoin the others and danced a little more, before sinking back two more
aftershock
drinks each, but then Holly suddenly said that she needed to go outside. I accompanied her, and noted that she'd definitely drunk too much alcohol, far too quickly, as I stood with her before she was embarrassingly sick on the pavement as she struggled to hold onto me for support. She rightly said she had better head off home, but I knew deep down that she really didn't want to as I sensed she really fancied
smooth talking
Ash. Thankfully Steph stepped in, and insisted on her going home, and even offered to cut her own night short, in order to take her back to her flat and get her home safely.

Once back inside the bar, I told Ash all about Holly having to go home. I hadn't really spoken to him, apart from at the start of the night, but I explained that she was feeling quite ill and his reaction immediately showed me that he was really gutted. I sat with him for a bit and we chatted freely, safe in the comfort that he was obviously quite taken with Holly. Meanwhile Claire continued to dance with Naz, and from where we were sat, it was quite clear that the two of them definitely fancied each other, and weren’t afraid to show it, thanks to the alcohol!

After an hour or so and a couple more rounds of drinks, Claire and Naz came over and said they were going back to Ash's aunts house that was empty at the moment to continue the party a little bit more and went on to explain that Ash would obviously be going with them too. I wasn't at all happy about their plans, and I spoke to Claire after promptly dragging her to the ‘ladies’, where I said that despite what she thought of Naz, we should really go home although they both seemed like ‘nice guys’, we didn't want to give them the wrong impression. She listened, but then begged me quite unashamedly to go back with her, just for half an hour, so against my better judgement, I reluctantly agreed to accompany her. It was a tough decision, as I didn't want her to be
all alone
and end up in any kind of trouble as Steph and Holly had long gone home.

I tried to phone my fiancée as the four of us walked to the house, but once again, there was no answer.

***

Back at the house, the guys fixed us each a strong Vodka and lemonade each & Naz put some RnB on and Naz and Claire carried on their dancing session from the club, there  in the lounge, with their hands were quite literally
all over each other
, more from the drink than from desire, but I guess that it was probably a bit of both. For a while I just watched them, alongside Ash, noting her sleek blonde bobbed hairstyle, and her enviably large natural breasts, that were quite easy to make out, under her black dress. Her breasts were like
beacons
, whenever we went out, two perfectly shaped globes like breasts, that never failed to turn heads! Ash eventually managed to coheres me into getting up and joining them, to dance with him and I soon noticed that he was a bit of a mover, he definitely had some rhythm and soon disarmed me, as he made me laugh with his moves.

My head was definitely swaying by this point, from all the copious amounts of alcohol in my petite body, I really wasn't used to such big
nights out
on a mid-week night, after a long day at work. Ash eventually turned the music down and said that we all needed to all '
chill a little
' as it was getting late and so I saw my opportunity, and managed to usher Claire into the kitchen. Once alone with her, I told her that her
half an hour
was long gone and that we really needed to go home, plus I explained that I felt really tipsy – and quite unwell. She then shocked me, testing our friendship, as she admitted that she now actually wanted to stay for the whole night as Naz seemed really nice and then she began to literally beg me to stay over with her, putting a huge guilt trip onto my slender shoulders, saying that she shouldn't be left alone in a strange house with two guys for a whole night. I knew that it would be wrong to stay, but I also knew that I didn't want her left here all alone, it was an awful predicament to be placed in and I really didn't know what to do for the best – but she was adamant that she wasn't coming home with me. It was a stalemate, as we stared at each other in the kitchen, neither willing to give in, so with a heavy heart, I reluctantly agreed to stay despite telling her that if my fiancée knew that I was doing this, even for her, he’d go absolutely mad!

Within minutes Claire and Naz had headed off to the master bedroom, hand in hand, leaving me alone in the lounge with Ash. I told him politely and firmly that I had agreed to stay over, but only for Claire's sake, as a favour to my best friend, so I then asked him, “Where can I sleep then?”

“We have a spare room...”

“
I think I'd rather
bed down
here on the sofa, if you have any spare bedding?” I replied adamantly.

“
I wouldn't know where to look, sorry – it's not my house.” he replied.

Reluctantly, I said “Well you'd better show me where this spare room is then?”

He guided me up the stairs, to the bedroom next to the one Claire was in and showed me the double bed, my head was really spinning after walking up the stairs and despite my initial reservations, I was staggering and giggling a bit – as he had tripped in-front of me whilst trying to lead me up the stairs. In another moment of sobriety, I turned and asked him where he planned to sleep and he explained that there were only two bedrooms and then explained that he was a ‘gentleman’ so I had nothing to worry about. He sat on the corner of the bed, and even spoke again about how much he fancied Holly and asked whether I thought I could ‘
fix him up
' with her to meet her for coffee the following day.

He seemed reasonable, and so I trusted him.

After I insisted that the light be turned off first, I stood next to the bed as Ash kindly helped me get my jeans off as I had stumbled and fallen on the first attempt. I then took my top off leaving me wearing just my plain black knickers and bra and so I then quickly dived under the duvet, in-order to get myself some much needed sleep.

I heard Ash go out of the room, and hoped that he’d decided to do the gentlemanly thing and go and sleep on the sofa after-all, but he must have just gone to use the toilet as after about a minute I heard the bedroom door open once again, and close again, before I then  felt his warm body snuggle up next to mine, making a ‘spoon shape’ behind me, as I lay on my side, facing the edge of the bed.

“Urm, what you doing..?” I asked sternly, and he told me again, reiterating the point that there were only two bedrooms in the house, so we'd have to share, and to be honest I was just too tired to argue as I had work tomorrow and really needed my sleep.