All I Want Series Boxset, Books 1-3: All I Want for Christmas, All I Want for Valentine's, All I Want for Spring (8 page)

And then she tried to fuck me, only she kept hitting the target, then missing.

Honestly, she
kept
missing. It took me back to my early years, almost making me feel nostalgic.
Almost
.

“Ow!” I said, jumping as her fingers stabbed me for the third time. We’d drunk a few ciders so I wasn’t expecting finesse, but this was something else.

“Sorry!” she mumbled.

After the fourth time of asking, I reached down.

“Try this,” I said, guiding her fingers in.

She grinned lazily at me.

However, once she got her bearings, there was no let up from the steam train that was Jenny. She was on a mission to make me come and I was down with that. After her initial fumbling, Jenny remembered what to do and had me sliding to a climax precisely 14 minutes after I’d first entered her bedroom. I know, because Jenny’s bedside alarm clock told me so.

Before I could get my breath back, Jenny was naked and on top of me, grinding into me. She leaned forward, her breasts falling on to mine, covering my neck with kisses. And then she began to nip at my neck. And then suck on it, hard, with her teeth.

I flinched. Was she trying to give me a hickey? Had I time-travelled back to my teens?

I pushed her off and she looked surprised, her mouth hanging open, her eyes still hungry.

“You not into that?” she asked in a slurred drawl.

I shook my head. “Not so much.”

She threw back her head and chuckled. “Okay, we can just cut straight to the chase,” she replied, lowering her mouth back to my neck and then my ear, this time giving me feather-light kisses. “And if you hurry, you can still get the last Tube home.”

How’s that for a bucket of cold water on my libido?

Still, Jenny’s perky breasts and flat stomach went some way to reigniting my desire. I cupped her arse, then slid up and into her — she was so ready. I slid my tongue into her welcoming mouth and began a rhythm with my fingers — I was feeling something of a stud as Jenny moaned above me, her wetness sliding down my hand.

Then she sat up, threw her head back, and began to chant while riding me. When I say chant, it was more like shouting. She was
really
bellowing out the words for everyone to hear. I was thankful we were on the second floor. If she had the room next to the lounge, I’m sure half of them would have been joining us by now. As it was, they were all probably used to this sideshow.

“Oh! Yes!” Jenny shouted, levering herself up and down.

There was only me and her in the room, but it felt like we had an audience.

“Deeper! I love it! Fuck! Me! Harder!” And then she became erratic, bouncing up and down on me now with a staccato rhythm. With every movement of her body, another word spurted out of her mouth.

“I! Love! Having! Sex! With! Women!”

Oh. My. God. She really had just said that. Who the hell was this woman? I narrowed my eyes.
Focus
.

My concentration clearly paid dividends, because within minutes Jenny’s muscles were spasming and her insides clutching my fingers, then Jenny was arching her back and crying out. Up high, with her breasts bouncing, she was just the sort of woman I went for. Eventually, she grew tired and lay down beside me, her head lolling lazily in my direction, a half-smile on her face.

“You’re okay, you know that?” she said.

I couldn’t think of anything to say.

Just then, there was a knock at Jenny’s door.

“Who is it?” she said.

“Edie!” a voice replied.

“Open!” Jenny shouted back.

What? With us lying naked and uncovered, in a cloud of sex? Was she fucking crazy?

I sat up, scrabbling to grab the duvet from the bottom of the bed, when in walked Jenny’s room-mate, Edie. She looked like she’d just rocked up off an Aussie beach, all blonde tangled hair and brown limbs.

She smiled at us as if this was an everyday occurrence — it crossed my mind it might be.

“Just getting that black top, Jen, sorry!” Her voice was sing-song and didn’t carry an ounce of apology. She rummaged in Jenny’s wardrobe, before finding the top and holding it up. “Ta-da!” she said, before backing out of the room. “Please,” she said, shutting the door with a grin. “Get back to whatever it was you were doing.”

Jenny took her at her word, and before I had a chance to speak, she was straddling me again, pushing my hand back inside her. The woman was insatiable. And slightly unhinged. Jenny began to grind herself up and down on top of me.

How long did I have before she started screaming again?

I glanced at the clock: 10.58.

Jenny was right.

If we hurried, I would be able to catch the Tube home.

CHAPTER 10

Wednesday December 7th

Holly was leaning against the kitchen counter and grinning at my story. “So are you seeing her again?”

I rolled my eyes. “Absolutely. I mean, who could resist the lesbian bucking bronco? She nearly broke my bloody hand.” I massaged my knuckles and flexed my hand as I said it, but even I had to laugh at the comedy of it all.

“It’s a great story to tell, you have to admit,” Holly replied, smiling.

“Hmmm,” I replied. “Maybe in a month or so. But for now, it’s still a little too raw.” I paused. “Mind you, it was definitely a first — whispering the Tube times in my ear just after I came. She was original, I’ll give her that.”

Holly let out a bark of laughter this time. “Perhaps you were the early shift.”

“Reassuring, thanks.”

“Go back, just for me,” she said, pumping her fists up and down in excitement. “Just to see what she’s got in store for date two. You don’t know — maybe she’ll invite her flatmate to join in.” Holly shot me a wink.

I laughed, then shook my head. “It crossed my mind that’s what was going to happen at the time — that this was a set-up. And what could I have done at that point? I was naked and weak — I’d just
come
.”

Holly shrugged. “You could have thanked the lesbian goddesses and embraced the moment,” she said. “You really have picked them so far, though. Perhaps you need some help with your vetting process.”

I ran my tongue along my top lip. “Perhaps you’re right.”

Holly ripped the top off a breakfast yoghurt and licked it clean. “Anyway, I have some news.” She was suddenly bashful. “Spurred on by your actions, I have a date tonight too — she’s five years younger than me and she likes badminton. So if all else fails, I’ve got a new badminton partner.”

“That’s the spirit,” I replied. “Reach for the stars and you might land in Milton Keynes.”

Holly waved her yoghurt spoon at me. “Shuddup.”

“What’s this woman’s name?”

Holly blushed. “You don’t want to know.”

“I do,” I said, interest piqued. “What is it?”

Holly shook her head. “It’s bizarre.”

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. “What’s she called?”

Holly took a deep breath. “Her name’s Ivy.”

I burst out laughing. “You’re joking. Holly and Ivy?”

Holly started to laugh now, nodding. “It’s ridiculous, I know.”

“Or fated. You’d make the front page of the papers if you got married. Especially if you did it on Christmas Day.” I clapped my hands with glee.

Holly finished up her yoghurt and chucked the carton in the bin. “Yes, thank you, but she’s probably going to hate me on sight. Or she’s doing it for a laugh.” She paused. “But anyway, back to you — when are you going out with Spanish Vixen lady?”

I sipped my coffee. “Tomorrow — I have a night off tonight. And if you’re going to be out with
Ivy
, I can do what I like, can’t I? I might lounge around here naked, sipping champagne and eating sushi.” As soon as I said it, I had a vision of Nicola Sheen lounging on the sofa beside me, dressed in her full uniform, begging me to strip it off. My cheeks coloured and I crossed my legs as my clit twitched into life.

Holly fixed me with an intense stare. “Nakedness
and
champagne? Maybe I should call off my date and stay in,” she said.

“You can’t stand Ivy up. Ivy of all people,” I said, giving her a wink. 

Holly shook her head, bent down and kissed me on the cheek. Her head stayed near mine for a couple of seconds longer than I expected, and the look she gave me sent a shiver down my spine.

The kind of shiver normally reserved for Nicola Sheen.

The kind of shiver I didn’t normally associate with Holly.

A question mark hung in my mind and I saw the same one reflected back in Holly’s face. It was all too much to process before I’d even had a coffee.

“Have a good day,” I said, my voice sketchy.

She held my gaze. “You too.”

Her shoes squeaked as she twisted on the kitchen floor, as though about to say something, but then checked herself. Instead, Holly disappeared out the door.

I had no idea what had just happened, but I was slightly breathless.

***

I didn’t opt for the nakedness in the end — it always sounds more glamorous than the reality. Instead, I watched a soppy Christmas film, heated a pizza and drank the end of a lovely red we had leftover from the weekend, followed by two mince pies with cream. I toasted my dad as I ate them, and hoped that wherever he was, they celebrated Christmas too.

It was good to have some space, good to have some time to myself. And whenever my mind wandered, it always seemed to stray back to the same topic: Nicola Sheen. Who certainly wasn’t the teenage dreamboat I recalled, but she still had something. She had charisma, she had my memories, she had me. And she had Melanie Taylor.

I picked up my phone and scrolled through to Nicola’s number, staring at it, willing her to ring. But why would she? She was engaged, after all. Yet there had definitely been something the other day — something in her eyes. Something that told me she was curious, just like I’d been. Where might things have gone if circumstances had been different? If we’d kissed in my bedroom all those years ago, for instance, and not in the library? She might not have run so quickly, that’s for sure.

I threw my phone down on the sofa and went to make a cup of tea, grabbing a couple of biscuits from the barrel on my way back. It was lovely to just sit and relax and not have to be on a first date. First dates were draining — especially when they involved sex.

When I sat back down, I had a text — was it Holly making sure I was decent? No, it was from Nicola Sheen.

‘Hi, I’m in your area tomorrow pm. Fancy a coffee & a catch-up? Nicola.’

A coffee and a catch-up. What did that mean? Was coffee code for something else? Was it wrong to hope that it was? I scanned my social calendar, but remembered I had a date with Spanish_Vixen89 tomorrow night. Damn. Should I cancel? No, I probably shouldn’t.

Besides, Nicola Sheen was engaged.

I texted back to tell her I had plans tomorrow night, but she told me this was an afternoon coffee date, so I agreed.

Tomorrow, I was having coffee with the woman who altered the course of my life, followed by drinks with a Spanish Vixen.

Tomorrow seemed monumental already.

CHAPTER 11

Thursday December 8th

Nicola turned up puffed and dishevelled from bridal shopping and in need of a pick-me-up. We’d arranged to meet at a coffee shop round the corner from my work and Nicola’s face spelled tiredness: her eyes were shaded grey, her skin dry, her nose runny. She needed an energy boost, along with a plate of superfoods and some quality concealer. However, as I really didn’t know her that well, I decided to keep that to myself.

We sat down with our lattes.

“You okay?” I asked, even though it was plain she wasn’t.

She gave me a pained smile. “It’s just been a weird day, and it’s not something I can really speak to Melanie about. Wedding dress shopping is freaking me out. Reminding me of the first time round.” She took a sip of her coffee and recoiled — it was too hot.

I stared at her. “First time round?” What the hell was she talking about?

She pursed her lips and nodded. “I keep forgetting we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

I shook my head. “Quite a long while.”

“I suppose it is.” She paused. “I was married before. To a man. I was young, I got pregnant, he proposed, it seemed the right thing to do.” She shrugged. “One of those things, but it’s freaked me out a bit today.”

I managed to stop my mouth from dropping open — this was a lot to take in. “You’ve been married before and you have a child?”

She nodded again, looking wary.

“I can see why wedding shopping might be odd for you then.” I sipped my latte, trying to make sense of my jumbled emotions. “So when did you… switch sides? Is Melanie your first?” I was going to break down and sob on the table if she said yes.

Nicola shook her head. “No, she’s not.” She paused. “When we were friends, there was something there, didn’t you think? That was my first inkling, anyway.”

She was even a little bit hesitant when she said it — she wasn’t sure if I remembered. She had absolutely
no idea
just how much I remembered.

I remembered all of it. Every single little detail.

“I mean, have you ever thought about us since then? I have. When we kissed in the library… I was just, too scared. Too scared to contemplate it. So I went for the easier option.”

If I’d been worried we’d be stuck for small talk, it turned out I needn’t have been concerned. Nicola Sheen didn’t do small talk. My head was spinning just trying to keep up.

“The easier option was getting pregnant?” I raised an eyebrow as I said it.

She grimaced. “No, that bit I didn’t plan. But it seems like I get pregnant at the drop of a hat, so that’s one of the upsides of switching teams. I don’t need to worry about that any more.” She didn’t look me in the eye.