| Straight: Serial Stories: A June Wedding: A June Wedding Part 1 (7/16) |
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mind, really, did you?" "No." She turned and kissed me with a smile. "Someitmes you say no and you want me to do it." "I know." "Life's very complicated." "Only for you." Chapter 4 I read the Sunday paper at the kitchen table in between shelling peas, slicing runner beans and drinking tea. I needed to think. Jenny had told me that they wanted her to stay on at University and study for her Masters degree if, as expected, she took a first next summer. They didn't ask me too. Well you couldn't in economics. But what was I to do? I had a place waiting for me in my Fathers firm of Accountants but did I really want that? I didn't want to live down there whilst Jenny stayed in Bristol, only seeing her at weekends. Should I apply to work for a Bristol based firm? I could hardly go and say I only want to work for a year. Jenny had her mind set on teaching in a small village primary School. I pointed out that an MA in English and modern languages would be wasted on five to eleven year olds. She has been pondering this for a week or two now. What were we going to do? I heard the car pull up outside and went to open the front door. Jenny and Shirley were getting out of the car. Jenny in her jeans and T-shirt and Shirley in a dress that stopped at mid-thigh. Shirley turned and bent over to reach something on the back seat giving me a full view of her white knickers as they disappead between the cheeks of her ass. Jenny coughed. I looked up into the air. Shirley handed me a bottle of wine as we went back into the house. Jenny was carrying a bunch of flowers. "You never buy me flowers." She said. "I do." I protested. "Twice." "Don't start arguing again, you two." Shirley said. "It's too nice a day." She was right it was but she was also right that Jenny and I were arguing a lot recently. If outsiders were noticing we needed to talk about it. We had both changed since our trips to Cyprus and the Nile. I realised that. I'd sometimes catch her staring out of the window, lost in thought. What was she thinking about, Linda? I had never mentioned her affair with Linda although it had often preyed on my mind. Thinking back I realised that I had been blind to what had been going on between them. The signs were there for everybody to see. I thought of some of the comments passed by Lee-Anne, Martine and Patsy, even Jerez. They all knew but I had to stumble upon them together in bed before I did. The strange thing was I didn't feel threatened by it. It would have destroyed me if it had been a man. With Mike it had been a one off and she had been drunk. I could live with that. I didn't like having to, but I could. But what if she ever found out about my own affairs? I didn't want to have anyone but her. It was just that things seemed to happen to me. I liked women. I liked the way Shirley looked now. Long legs, ass cheeks just right for holding. She could make some man very happy. She could make me. No. |
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