‘I’ve been thinking about your text, too,’ I mused, staring at the same spot on the ceiling. ‘About you sliding one hand into my knickers . . . I imagine you pushing me up against the wall and doing it slowly . . . maybe using your other hand to pull back my hair . . .’
There was movement under the duvet. He squirmed. ‘Are you still wet now?’
‘There would be an easy way to find out,’ I replied, turning towards him. ‘But you’re not allowed to, are you?’
‘You could check . . .’
‘Hmm, if you wanted me to . . .’
‘I do.’
‘But what if I get carried away . . .’
‘You won’t.’
I started to run my hand down my body. ‘Maybe just one finger but—’
‘OH FUCKING HELL, JUST DO IT!’
(I win.)
After we’d visually established my level of arousal, Oliver was practically climbing the walls. ‘There isn’t one part of you that I don’t want to fuck, right now. Seriously, your nipples are like bullets and I’m not supposed to touch them! Fuck this shit.’
My plan to turn Oliver on had one glaring flaw. Now I was also gagging for it.
‘Oliver, you’re so hard, this duvet is practically levitating.’
I threw back the covers and straddled him, pinning his hands back and leaning in close to his face. ‘We should wait,’ I whispered, gently moving myself against him. ‘Think you’re hard now? Just imagine how hard you’ll be when we—’
‘DAD! THERE’S A SPIDER ON MY CEILING!’
We both stayed silent, hoping that she was either sleep talking or that the spider would just eat her.
‘DAAAAAaaaaaaAAAADDDD!’
I sighed. ‘Hang on, Mol,’ he yelled back, getting one quick kiss in before I was forced to dismount. I loosened my grip on his arms and climbed off. ‘Is she ever going to get her own place?’ I said, as he tucked his cock into his waistband and threw on a t-shirt. We both knew that once they’d established that there were no spiders, she’d ask for a drink, try and keep him chatting and possibly ask to sleep with us. In other words, our brief, hot moment had passed.
Nonetheless, I plumped up the pillow and turned on to my side, still feeling giddy. 100% the most erotic thing that had happened in ages. Pam Potter – you are a Queen.
Thursday February 16th
At lunch today I told Lucy all about my progress with Oliver; the kitchen, the text exchanges – everything. She listened intently while stuffing her face with a baked potato.
‘I cannot believe you didn’t fuck him,’ she said, quite impressed. ‘Or even slip the tip in. Honestly, that takes a certain level of restraint that I just don’t have. I’ve got a tingle just thinking about that.’
I laughed. ‘Molly interrupted us anyway. And you’re really not supposed to get turned on by me and Oliver. That’s weird.’
‘Not you. Just him,’ she replied, smirking. ‘Before you guys got together, I had many an impure thought about that big Irish man.’ She started to blush, unusual for Lucy.
‘Lucy Jacobs, are you telling me you fancied my boyfriend?’
‘Shut up,’ she dismissed. ‘I was just messing.’
For a split second, I considered telling her about the dream I’d had about Kyle. How he’d kept his glasses on. How he’d licked my neck. But if she went into detail about what she’s imagined doing to Oliver, I might think she still harboured secret feelings for him. It’s ridiculous but I couldn’t guarantee I’d be rational, so why would she be?
What did you do Valentine’s Day?’ I asked, trying to steer the conversation back towards her own boyfriend.
‘We had dinner at Red Onion,’ Lucy replied. ‘Amazing risotto.’
