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  She Goes to Town

  W M James

  Copyright © 2015 W M James

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  Published by Fairly Fluffacious Fiction.

  Cover design and typesetting: Fairly Fluffacious Fiction.

  Maybury shorts

  She Goes to Town

  'Jesus, Legs, it's not like you to be late.'

  Annette was sitting at the table sipping a cocktail. Her cheeky pink lips curled up smugly as she set down her wide-rimmed glass. She wore her hair in a stylish up-do, oriental pins holding it in place: every single hair in place, of course, because that was Annette.

  'I was starting to think you were going to stand me up,' she went on, without a pause. 'But that would mean missing a meal, and we both know that's never gonna happen, eh?'

  Despite herself, Tanya felt her cheeks begin to darken. Nobody could do this to her quite like Annette. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she pulled out her chair and sat. It was a relief to get the weight off her feet: her thighs were still a little shaky from earlier.

  'Nice to see you, too, Netty,' she responded wryly.

  She glanced around, taking in her surroundings. The restaurant was filling up steadily, but there were still a couple of free tables. Of course, Annette would have planned the dinner to the nth degree, even knowing exactly the best time to arrive: wait for atmosphere, but get in before the kitchen staff are run off their feet. Tanya felt a smile well up inside her: Annette was always a step ahead.

  A handsome young waiter arrived with smiles and menus.

  'Must be two, three years since I was last here,' Tanya mused.

  Annette was watching her intently, her eyes narrowed. It was never a good sign.

  'Legs,' she began, her tone speculative. 'What's going on?'

  Tanya frowned and scoffed, exactly the wrong reaction: she knew it at once. Give Annette a reaction like that and she would dig, dig, dig until she got to the truth. She was, after all, a prodigy, a polymath, a self-taught student of human behaviour. Oh, and, if that wasn't enough, she was a gobshite lawyer as well.

  'What's going on is I'm starting to remember why we don't have dinner more often,' she tried. She knew it wasn't enough of a deflection. Annette was going to be all over this like a terrier.

  To Tanya's surprise, Annette shrugged and put down her menu. 'Anyway,' she sighed dramatically. 'Aren't you going to ask me my big news?'

  'Shit, Netty, I'm sorry.' Tanya laid her hand on her sister's wrist. 'I've been a bit preoccupied lately. Lots of pressure at work and Ben away… it's all been weird. You know I want to hear your news. Please.'

  Annette cocked her head, relishing the moment of attention. She lifted her cocktail and arched her eyebrows over the rim of the glass. Very deliberately, she took an exaggerated sip, making a great show of savouring it. Tanya let her eyes roll this time. This was so Annette.

  'Well, you know that promotion I've been fretting about for months? I applied.' She couldn't keep the grin off her face, even though she was clearly trying to. 'And I got it.'

  Tanya's heart surged with pride. She sprang out of her chair, hurried round the table and caught her sister up in a big hug. Annette was, of course, cool as ice on the surface, but Tanya knew she was fizzing with excitement on the inside.

  'What does Malcolm say?'

  Annette wiggled her shoulders nonchalantly. 'Oh, you know. He's worried about how I'll find time to cook his dinner. And how will it affect his golf and all that shit. You know men.'

  Tanya grinned, standing back to look at her clever sister.

  'Now sit the hell down and tell me what's going on with you,' Annette demanded, in the manner of an old-time duellist delivering the coup de grâce.

  'Oh, you sneaky, underhanded little shit,' Tanya replied, scowling at her sister. Her heart tripped a little. This was her opportunity to open up about Andy. She couldn't deny she had thought about it, had even hoped it might come up. Damn sure there was nobody else she could talk to about her fling. Well, nobody apart from Andy himself. A smile tugged at her mouth as she made her way back round the table to her own seat. He was a good friend, so easy to talk to. It was no wonder they had ended up comforting each other.

  Even as she sat down and caught her sister's eye, she knew it was too late to be contemplating whether to tell her or not. She knows me too damn well, she realised. Annette's jaw dropped open.

  'I know that look. Dr Tanya Gill, PhD!' she proclaimed. 'Do you have a man on the go?'

  Tanya waved to her to be quiet, looking all around at the other tables. The paranoia from earlier in the day returned, convincing her that half the other patrons in the restaurant were people she knew: colleagues, students, friends, alumni.

  Annette wasn't finished though. She placed an elbow on the table and made a fist to rest her chin on, so that she could stare at her sister.

  'Are you cheating on Ben, you slut?'

  'Hush!' she exhorted, in a strained whisper. 'Keep your feckin voice down.'

  The hand that Annette's chin was resting on opened up and covered her mouth; her eyes went wide.

  'Holy—!' she breathed. 'For real? Tanya, for real?'

  Tanya sighed deeply and reached for her glass of water. Her cheeks were bright red and she was shaking all over with adrenaline. In a way, she had been needing to get all of this off her chest for weeks now. But she couldn't live with the thought of damaging her relationship with Netty. And, for the first time, it occurred to her that she was also now burdening Annette with a huge secret. This would be between them forever now; and it would be there between Annette and Ben whenever they were in the same room. What a mess… but, still…

  She drew a long drink of the water, letting it cool her throat.

  'You can't breathe a word of it to anybody, Netty.'

  'Oh, Lordy!' Annette exclaimed, then swore colourfully under her breath. 'But, who? What? Where? When? Details. I need all the details, girl!'

  Tanya made a face, thinking about what she had been doing with Andy just a short time before. She realised she was softly rubbing the tips of her fingers together, remembering the feel of his erection... She definitely couldn't go into that level of detail with Annette. She cast her mind back to the conversation with Andy at the weekend.

  'Don't take this the wrong way,' Andy said, his pretty green eyes sparkling as he favoured her with his impish grin. God, but he was beautiful! His messy blonde hair framed a strong, handsome face; his shoulders were broad and muscular; his chest was deep and powerful. He had such gorgeous eyes, eyes that had drawn her in for the kiss that started all of this.

  'Are you talking about your willy?' she teased him. 'Because we've already had the anal sex conversation, as you well know.'

  Andy sighed. He loved her jokes, really. She made a face, not caring. Maybe he didn't love her jokes. He loved her tits and that was far more important.

  'Don't take this the wrong way,' he said again, trying to affect a more serious tone. 'But, much as I love hanging out with you in our nest of blankets and in your office…'

  He gestured at their surroundings. They were, as usual, curled up in the sitting room of Tanya's house... Tanya's marital home: she cringed inwardly whenever the thought crossed her mind. This was their rule: their one rule; their concession to propriety and some sense of morality. They had never gone, would never go, to Tanya's bed. Andy had never mentioned it, and she had never brought it up herself. They both simply knew that that was out of bounds. Tanya's bed was Ben's bed. They couldn't do that, no matter what else they could do. And so their encounters mainly took place in the sitting room, in front of the warm flames of the stove, burrowed deep into mounds of soft blankets. It was weirdly immature and romantic, and it was sexy and fun and silly. It was p
erfect.

  'You're getting bored of our little arrangement?' she grinned. 'You want to move on? Find a younger personal tutor to curl up with?'

  Andy glared at her. Well, he pretended to glare at her, but he was a terrible actor. God only knew how he was keeping this a secret from Carmen, or anybody else for that matter.

  'I sometimes wonder which of us is the mature professional in this relationship,' he said archly.

  'Uh, less of the mature, thank you very much,' she rejoindered. 'I am still in my twenties, I will have you know.'

  'By a matter of weeks, wasn't it?' Andy grinned, warming to the teasing now. She could see where this was going. It was their pattern: they would verbally abuse each other for a few minutes, inch closer and closer, then pounce on one another. She licked her lips. She could feel a stirring even just from analysing their pattern.

  'Do you ever wish it was...' Andy blushed, stumbling over what he was trying to say. For a moment, she thought he might not be going to finish his question. Then, lamely, he added the single word: 'Real?'

  Tanya's ardour cooled again at once.

  'Is this about what your friend Ade said to you?'

  'No,' he replied, too quickly. His mouth squeezed shut, scrunching up at the side. 'I just think it would be nice if we went out some time.'

  'One of your students!' Annette gasped.

  The waiter would have to pick just that moment to bring the starters. He gave them both an odd look, as if he had worked out what they were talking about just from that one exclamation. Tanya felt herself blushing again. This was just perfect: just exactly the way she wanted to announce her infidelity and lack of professionalism to the whole town. Then again, after what had almost happened a few hours earlier, this was a comparative relief. She could still feel him inside her: it brought a little smirk to her face.

  She waited until the waiter had moved away again before she glared at her sister.

  'Will you keep your voice down!' she hissed.

  'So,' Annette said casually. She picked up her fork and started to crack open her little tartlet. 'What's he like?'

  This should still be awful, but Tanya found she was smiling. It turned out she wanted to talk about Andy. Of course, if they had both been single, she'd be shouting about him off the rooftops.

  'He's very clever,' she admitted. 'I don't think he even realises how gifted he is. And he's funny. He tries to do little jokes all the time, which,' she added, with a nod, 'are terrible. But there's something about the way he does it. Makes me giggle.'

  Annette put her fork down in disgust. 'No, not that teenager-in-love crap. What's he like?'

  Tanya made a rueful face. 'He's gorgeous. Great hair: messy blonde sort of choppy style. He has these amazing green eyes. And he has this little-boy expression he does — he doesn't even know he's doing it — it makes me go weak at the knees. I mean, that's an actual thing. Did you even know that was a thing?'

  'And?' Annette pressed, giving her the impatient look.

  'And, oh my god, his body… I like muscles. You know I like muscles. Well, he has them all. Every single one of them, and a few extra ones, too.' She gestured with the edges of her hands, down towards her crotch area. 'You know that pelvic V thing?'

  'Mm-hm.'

  'It's a thing of wonder.'

  Annette took a sip of her water.

  'You'd need to have seen him naked to know about that.' It was nonchalant, almost dismissive, but Tanya knew her sister's ways. Annette was deeply serious. The trouble was: Tanya couldn't quite read which way she was deciding to take all of this news.

  'No, it was on his application form when he signed up for the degree,' she said, trying to diffuse the situation a bit.

  'Does anybody know?'

  'About the application form?' She enjoyed watching Annette's annoyed reaction to her joke. She couldn't help noticing that Andy's flippant humour seemed to be rubbing off her on… and that wasn't the only thing of his that was doing that.

  But Annette's question was all the invitation that Tanya's memories of the day needed for them to come crashing back in on her. Nearly, she thought. Very damn nearly.

  So they went for a walk out by the river. And Andy was right: it was lovely. It was quiet, so they felt ok about holding hands for a while. It was a dull day, but the rain stayed off and it was mild enough. The water sang a soothing melody to them as it lapped at its banks. Andy was wearing faded jeans and a chunky dark blue sweater. She wanted to jump him right there by the river, but that would be crazy: anybody could come along the narrow path at any minute. She was desperate to kiss him the whole time. She wanted him to hold her in those rock-hard arms, crush her to his muscular chest, and devour her lips.

  But they couldn't do those things, so they walked and chatted, like friends.

  When they got hungry, they went for lunch to a little place Andy had scoped out beforehand. He was reasonably confident nobody he knew would come in there. It was a good choice of venue, Tanya decided. Her paranoia that they were going to get caught wouldn't quite leave her, but it was certainly alleviated by being in such a quiet, out-of-the-way spot. It was a little cafe in a back alley. Its tiny windows and low ceiling made it dark inside, even in the middle of the day. Rustic decoration and thick, farmhouse-looking tables blended with the smell of freshly-baked bread to give it a homely feel. The teenage waitress kept out of their way, appearing as if by magic when they needed anything, saying little and showing no interest. A couple of elderly ladies ate enormous cakes at the nearest table. A man and woman who looked like they were on a date sat at the table to Tanya's left, touching each other's hands at the least excuse, looking into each other's eyes, smiling constantly.

  'Hey,' she whispered to Andy. She gestured with her eyes. 'Do you think they're having an affair, too?'

  He grinned. His eyes glittered like emeralds even in the low light of the cafe. Oh god, but his smile was incredible. Tanya licked her lips, imagining them in contact with those lips of his. Kissing him turned her on beyond measure. And his tongue did things that drove her wild… Tanya's thighs pressed against each other beneath her skirt. She was wearing stockings. The glide of the sheer fabric of one stocking against the other felt intensely sexy. She glanced around at the other people in the cafe: they were all deeply engaged in their own conversations. With a wicked little smile at Andy, she let her stockinged leg stretch out under the table. Andy started visibly when her foot found his calf. She ran the mischievous tip of her tongue across her upper front teeth, watching his eyes widening.

  'Hey,' she mouthed silently, 'I want you to fuck me.'

  Andy looked around at the other people in the cafe, a mild panic crossing his face. Tanya felt a roguish giggle welling up inside. She loved to torture him.

  'How's your soup?' she asked out loud, affecting an innocent tone. Her fingers twirled a lock of hair behind her ear. Catching his eye, she licked her lips slowly. He gave her a Behave! look and pretended to concentrate on his soup.

  Tanya decided there was no way she was going to behave now: she was having far too much fun winding Andy up. Besides, pretending to be horny was actually starting to make her horny. She waited until he picked up his big hunk of bread, then subtly slipped off her shoe. As he dunked the bread, Tanya ran her stockinged foot up the inside of his calf, enjoying the thick swell of muscle there. She saw him stiffen in shock. His face actually turned pink. She knew his reactions well and she was willing to bet he was starting to harden by now. It was a moment or two before she realised she was playing with her water glass, caressing it with the tips of her straight, slow fingers. She loved Andy's erection. Her upper thighs squeezed against each other as desire began to pulse out from her centre. She knew she was going to be so wet after all of this. It was gloriously naughty.

  'It was pretty out by the river,' she said, carrying on her one-sided conversation while she assailed him with her seductive foot. 'I don't get out that way enough: always too busy up in the hills.'

  As she sa
id that, her foot slipped past his knee and began moving up his inner thigh. Andy had on a pained expression. He was paying too little attention to his bread, too distracted by the wickedness Tanya was inflicting on him. A big chunk of the soup-softened bread separated itself and toppled with a messy splash into his bowl.

  'Shit!' he exclaimed, dabbing at himself with his napkin. There were measles of soup everywhere, all over his nice jumper and the table, making the edge of his bowl look diseased.

  Tanya chuckled and removed her foot, feeling for her shoe under the table.

  'Why do I get the feeling I'm going to pay for this later?' she asked with a mischievous smile.

  The waitress appeared with her characteristic ESP, bearing cloths and a sponge to mop up the worst of the mess. Andy looked embarrassed to be in such a state. Tanya decided she would make it up to him, and she knew just how she was going to do it. She had been thinking about it for a while, and the very idea of it made her hot. She would ask him to tell her one of his most secret sexual fantasies, and in return for the secret she would let him act it out. Her imagination ran riot as she thought of it. What would he want? What if it was something really filthy or perverse, and she had already promised to do it? She'd have to go through with it. That was... hot...

  She couldn't help wondering what his fantasy might be. Would it involve tying her up or dress-up? Coming on her face? Spanking? Or something a bit more kinky? She took in a sharp breath.

  'Can I get you anything else?' the young waitress asked, indifferently.

  'Just the bill, please,' Tanya said quickly. She was desperate to get him home and run her hands all over his tight body. She had a very vivid image of it all in her mind: his powerful shoulders, big deep chest muscles, and ridged abs... And, beneath all of that spectacular manliness, his beautiful young cock: so hard, so eager, so keen to please. Tanya bit her lower lip, suddenly impatient to get moving, to get the hell out of the cafe and drag him back to the house, where she could get to feel him inside her again.