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Chapter 16 – Hot

Hot air was sluggishly swirling in the room of Tamsin’s childhood and youth. She stood still in front of her mirror after she had put on a red dress and she noticed that it showed off her body rather nicely alas the dresses relative simpleness. She gave a little sigh at her hair which was not willing to comply with her wishes and then there was her overexcited mum who kept shouting for her to come downstairs.

She quickly swept a few stray strands of hair out of her face and gave up any attempt to go for that seemingly unachievable perfectly sleek look. She somehow managed to feel at the same time self-conscious, but also quite pleased with her reflection in the mirror. She quickly glanced away and walked slowly down the stairs to the foyer where the first guests were laughing out loud at something her dad had said. She grinned when she thought about her dad’s jokes, which usually were more eccentric and weird than funny.

One of her parent’s neighbours’ saw her approach and addressed her in his booming voice ‘look who we have there…little Tam. We have not seen a lot of you girl for a long time darling! You probably don’t like our old fashioned countryside anymore since you have become a London girl.’ After that he started a long monologue about the evils of London and how the good old English traditions and values were only held up by the good people of the old English villages and towns. Thankfully other people demanded her attention as well so she left him happily and loudly talking into thin air.

More and more people arrived and when she had answered the same few questions for about the 20th time, her heart leapt at the sight of a tall blonde male who was holding his mother’s arm gallantly on his. It was Mark. He had been her first ‘proper’ boyfriend and she had not seen him in oh so many years.

Mark had left her and England happily behind, as soon as he had been able to swap the countryside of Kent for the stark contrast of New York, the Big Apple. Whatever she had heard about him thereafter had been relayed to her by his parents via her own parents. Obviously everything he had ever attempted since he had left Great Britain had turned into gold. But whatever he had done, the first love in anyone’s life always keeps this special, reserved place in one’s heart

He looked smug and groomed and steered his mother with him towards Tamsin, but she did not have any of that and energetically freed herself from his arm and raced towards Tamsin’s mother. Her arms were flapping in an involuntarily comedic manner as she closed in on Tamsin’s mum who looked equally excited and had carefully dressed up. At closer inspection she looked as if she were trying to audition for some kind of cosmetics ad for women in the second prime of their life with big hair, a lot of make up and a prim dress.

Tamsin stood there stock-still and only when Mark greeted her by kissing first her left and then her right cheek she unfroze ‘Mark. You were the last person I would have expected to turn up all of a sudden.’

‘Well surprise guests are the best, right? I am back in London as you can see. I actually got offered a top management job in the city which pays big bucks and I thought it would be nice to finally leave New York to move back to my mother country. Are you happy to see me?’

‘Hmm’ was all she felt she could come up with. Not caring about her inconclusive answer he mustered her from top to toe ‘Tamsin, Tamsin…you are looking good darling. Now, why don’t we get a drink and you tell me what you have been up during the last years’ Mark suggested confidently. Not waiting for an answer he put his hand on her lower back and pushed her towards the big bowl of punch she had helped to prepare earlier on.

He offered her a glass, filled to its rim to and when she took it she spilled a little of its blood red contents as her hand was slightly shaking. Ten minutes into their boring conversation she decided that she disliked this changed, smug and arrogant version of Mark greatly and started to wonder where Gerry was. At precisely this moment she felt a hand on her shoulder.

When she turned around it was only one of her mother’s friends, but she felt grateful that this gave her a chance to include her in their chat. Mark talked away with their mutual acquaintance, but only moved closer to her if anything and then put his arm around her waist as if it were the most self-evident action.

It was only seconds later and before she had reacted in any way, that she saw Gerry walk seemingly confident towards her over her parent’s groomed, deep green lawn. He stared straight into her eyes. The eye contact alone made her stomach turn upside down in an adrenaline fuelled leap.

He wore black trousers and an olive green shirt, its top buttons opened showing off a little piece of his tanned chest. His dark hair slightly tousled, most likely in a deliberate manner and some dark stubble on his chin gave him an edge and overall she concluded dryly, he looked as if he had jumped straight out of some women’s overactive imagination.

She took a step aside to get rid of Mark’s hand, but he only gripped her more securely so Tamsin roughly tugged at Marks hand and tried to free herself so she could step towards Gerry, who was after all more successful in this quest than she was. Gerry simply kissed her straight onto her mouth and put his hand onto her waist atop of Mark’s, who thereafter hesitantly let go of her.

Gerry extended his hand to Mark who although looking hostile, did what the good manners his parents had so thoroughly infiltrated him with required. He took Gerry’s hand and shook it roughly, but met more than his match in Gerry’s strong handshake.

Tamsin regained some control, cleared her throat and introduced Gerry to Mark, the whole procedure was eagerly observed by her mother’s friend but Tamsin, glad that she had gotten rid of Mark quickly took Gerry’s hand, mumbled an excuse and led him into the house.

Once they had entered the relative coolness of the living room, she let go of his hand and when he remained silent felt pressed for an explanation. ‘Well, in case you wonder who Mark is, he’s been my boyfriend until I was 19, then he left England and me behind to move on to a more exciting life in New York and I have not been in contact with him ever since. Until today that is when he turned up all of a sudden with his mother who is a good friend of my mother’s.’

Gerry raised an eyebrow ‘so why has he been holding on to your waist as if he were holding on to dear life?’
‘Bad timing of yours and I certainly did not ask him to do so’ she retorted. ‘Hm’ was all she got out of Gerry as a reply. His hands were tucked away in the pockets of his black trousers and his expression was unreadable.

She inched closer until she was able to put her arms around him, linked her hands behind his back and put her left cheek onto his chest. He kept still for a moment, but then hesitantly took his hands out of his pockets and after putting them onto her shoulders as if to push her away, he instead squeezed her so tight to his chest that it nearly hurt.

He made a grumbling noise that prompted her to a relieved snicker ‘you sound like a grumpy bear, you know? On a more serious note, have I mentioned yet that I think Mark has become a stuck up self-centred arse? I hope you believe me that he was nicer when we were teenagers.’

Still grumbling somewhat he volunteered ‘glad to hear that.’ Then Tamsin’s mother stormed through the door and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her daughter in the arms of a stranger. She had somehow managed to not notice Gerry’s arrival, which had drawn the attention of most other guests onto it especially given the fact that he had kissed Tamsin while Mark was with her and absolutely everyone in the attending crowd knew that the two had been an item before Mark had left.

‘Mum, this is my friend Gerry. Gerry, this is my mum’ Tamsin said quietly. Gerry let go of her in an instant and shook her mother’s hand giving her his best disarming smile, but his best effort was only rewarded by a warily polite smile. After a short and somewhat stilted exchange of small talk, a guest tracked down her mother and she had to leave to not only Gerry’s relief.

‘Um…I’m not sure she really likes me that much’ Gerry stated. Tamsin replied coolly ‘never mind. She would like you right from the start had you grown up here, because then she would know about your every step since birth.’ Gerry stared at her intently ‘now I feel terribly assured.’

She leaned forward and kissed him quickly ‘come on, my dad will be less demanding. Tell him a really bad joke.’ Gerry looked at her in confusion ‘what exactly do you mean?’ She laughed ‘If you are around to tell jokes worse than his own it would make his jokes look so much better in comparison.’

‘What? You crazy woman…’ Gerry chuckled in response and when he saw her proceed towards the exit exclaimed ‘Hey! Will you at least wait for me?’ He ran after her and caught her around the waist before she could leave through the living room door.

She felt his breath tickling her ear as he whispered ‘have I told you that you look gorgeous in that dress. But at the same time I can’t wait to get it off you’ to prove his point he let his hands wander over her stomach and further up until they stilled just under her breasts where she put her hands on top of his. He then let his hands slowly slide back down again over her stomach, covered only by the thin red fabric and stopped just above her groin.

With an inflictive tone in her voice Tamsin reminded him ‘if you don’t carry a torch or a rather big mobile phone in your trousers, you should let go of me and these naughty thoughts. It’s not the best first impression if you meet my dad with a…you know…hard on.’

Gerry groaned unamused ‘Ha ha. Thanks for pointing that out. I cannot tell you how wrong that sounds and the whole torch thing is just so worn off.’ She turned towards him ‘well, come on then!’

As he followed her closely all of a sudden Gerry seriously asked himself whether the idea to stop by
at her parent’s had been a rather stupid one. In Cambridge he had flirted with a bunch of pretty girls who had basically thrown themselves at him and they had given him their telephone numbers.

Their suggestive ‘hints’ of what they would like to do to him rewound in his mind and these promises had certainly not sounded bad, especially after he had been still somewhat worked up from the night before he had spent with Tamsin.

He had the girls’ numbers safely tucked away in his pocket and the question was how it had happened that he had ended up with a whole bunch of people he did not even want to meet. But the thought encircling and overpowering all others, was that of how awkward it was to meet Tamsin’s parents after knowing her for less than two weeks. This was definitely moving too fast for his taste.

The logical solution was to simply leave with some excuse and return back to London…or maybe even better drive up to Cambridge. Before he could come to a final decision about how to handle this situation best, they had reached her dad. He gave Gerry a friendly, lopsided smile and when Gerry shook his warm hand it for some reason took away the edge of his urge to turn and run.

She had again introduced him as a friend to her dad. Gerry felt how this slightly bugged him and made him almost forget his near-panicky thoughts. Then his mind focused on the fact that he wanted to kill Tamsin when she left him alone with her dad in order to get a drink.

On her way she was stopped by a few people for a little chat and when she returned to Gerry and her father a while later, she found the two in stitches about something they refused to explain to her. She was stunned by Gerry’s quite unmanly giggling and decided it could have impossibly been one of her dad’s jokes that had made him crack up. After feeling left out by the conversation of the two and their laughing, she left the two alone and felt slightly stupid.

Ten minutes later she saw that another two of her dad’s friends had joined in and the whole group was chatting and laughing. She instead was still being grilled with questions by her mother’s friends only a few metres away. Something was going seriously wrong she concluded with a pout. Gerry was supposed to get along with her dad, but then she also wanted to have some time with him and preferably alone! She looked around and only then she realised that Mark seemed to have disappeared, which was nothing but a relief to her.

Her mother waved her over and shoved her into the kitchen where she lost no time to ask her about Gerry. There was no satisfying her motherly curiosity and it indeed turned out that she did not like him at all. Instead she demanded to know why Tamsin had refused Mark, who had obviously made a fortune in New York and was considered the perfect son in law. It was easy to see that the friendship with his mother improved Mark’s standing greatly and Gerry had no chance, especially since he was naturally to be mistrusted with his Scottish accent.

Tamsin’s head was buzzing when she returned to the spot where she had last seen Gerry and the group of older men. But no-one was to be seen there. After some research of hers, she found her dad proudly showing off his garden to everyone who would have a look at it and she spotted Gerry chewing contentedly on something that looked suspiciously like a strawberry.

She sighed and decided she needed a moment alone to get her thoughts into at least some kind of order. She rounded the corner to her favourite little spot in the garden and sat down on the grass, where no-one would be able to see and disturb her. She watched a swarm of miniscule flies that looked as if they were on fire, dance in the afternoon sun and she was suddenly aware of the soothing noise a few crickets made somewhere in the higher grass by the bushes her mother had planted.

She observed the yellow tips of the high-grown grass swaying slightly in a light breeze illuminated from behind by the golden rays of the slowly retreating sun. The air was warm although the day’s hotness had withdrawn from it and would not return in full vigour before the following morning’s sun would fight back the night’s darkness and fill the air with its bright, glaring light once more.

It felt amazingly good to be out of London with its always fast-moving masses of people. Everyone seemed driven, focused on their own life, own aims and without many spare thoughts for the millions of other lives around them. Only now Tamsin realised how stressed she had recently felt. She closed her eyes and leaned against the cool wall behind her. She felt how her clenched muscles started to relax one bay one and how her breathing became slower and deeper.

She did not hear when a body slumped down next to her. Only when a little later a hand sneaked its way around her shoulder and then dragged her closer until her head rested on a warm shoulder she knew Gerry had found her. It felt so comfortable and right that she did not even open her eyes.

A little while later she did open them although but only to lie down on the ground and put her head into his lap. She looked up into his face and both remained silent and straight faced simply taking in each other’s ever feature, as if it was necessary to burn every detail into their memory.

His hand stroked some strands out of her face, ran slowly over her face and his other hand rested on her stomach. She covered as much of it as possible with her own, while her other hand stroked admiringly over the right side of his face, where it met soft skin and stubble.

When a voice called Tamsin’s name, both an eternity and too little time seemed to have passed. With their bubble so harshly destroyed, Tamsin sat up sighing and nearly missed Gerry stating in a low voice ‘I like your dad you know, he’s a character.’ Not knowing what the appropriate answer was she instead gave him a short, deep kiss before she jumped up and offered her hand to him. Gerry took it and with a powerful jolt manoeuvred her back into his arms.

‘You’re such a trickster I kindly offer my hand to help an elderly person up and you take advantage of such a gallant offering!’ Tamsin protested but was secretly incredibly satisfied to have ended up in his arms once more. She felt his hands wander from her lower back to her bum and a second later she was pressed against him while he moved her dress upwards until his hands met the bare cheeks of her bum.

Tamsin heard a sharp intake of air and Gerry’s husky as well as amused voice ‘you are such a slut for not wearing any panties’. Then a loud voice called Tamsin’s name again, causing Gerry to groan ‘this is killing me. Let me guess we are supposed to have dinner now accompanied by a light conversation.’

‘Come on Gerry, let’s go’ Tamsin urged sighing. ‘Great. Whatever.’ Gerry ground out through clenched teeth.

**

Dinner dragged itself along far too slowly and Gerry’s thoughts tumbled around in his head mostly focusing on what lay beneath that red dress. Although he managed to talk, laugh and keep up the façade of a well behaved, entertaining guests he had an erection he was unable to will away with Tamsin sitting opposite of him.

He was also not able to suppress a low gasp when a bare foot wandered along his leg and then inched towards his crotch. He stared at her in disbelief when her foot met his hard on. Even the fact that a long tablecloth was covering his groin thoroughly, could not stop adrenaline mix with his arousal. She started to rub her foot along his erect cock and he grasped his glass desperately in one hand while his other was clenched into a fist.

She rubbed up and down in a cruelly slow pace, but then the pressure of her foot intensified and the movement fastened slightly. He knew that soon there would be no going back and quickly unclenched his hand, moved it as inconspicuously as possible under the tablecloth, took her foot and held it still. He shook his head slightly at her and she cocked up one eyebrow, smirked but at the same time withdrew slowly.

Gerry breathed deeply and tried to focus on the conversation his neighbours were having. After the dessert had been served and the garden was covered in twilight, the group of people started to scatter and whereas some remained seated others wandered around chatting and laughing.

Tamsin stood up and motioned Gerry to follow her while she declared that she wanted to show him the house. He got up and followed her into the house gripping her arm as soon as they were inside whispering violently ‘what the fuck have you been doing? Were you seriously about to jerk me off in front of everyone? In front of your parents to be precise!’

Tamsin without answering pulled at his arm to make him follow her up the stairs and only when she had closed the door to her room behind them, said in a rather crushed voice ‘it was maybe not my brightest idea. I did not really think it through. It just seemed so sexy at the moment…you know…with everyone being around us but unable to see…’

‘Hell, you can be really crazy’ Gerry shook his head ‘listen; I meant to ask you all the time, can you tell me where I can stay for the night?’ ‘Well, our guest rooms are taken…’ she replied thoughtfully and Gerry quickly interrupted ‘I’d rather stay in a hotel and your parents would surely not like me to stay in your room, which would be awkward anyway.’

She lightened up all of a sudden as if a pleasing thought had crossed her mind, stood up and smiled ‘come on then, I know a nice little hotel. Why don’t we go now?’ When this earned her a suspicious look by Gerry she laughed and extended a hand ‘come on I’ll show you the house first and then we can head off.’

After a quick walk around the house, both joined the people in the garden, where the colourful party-lights fought merrily against the settling dusk. There was a bonfire crackling and when they passed it, Gerry reached into his pocket, retrieved the piece of paper the Cambridge girls had handed him earlier today and after hesitating shortly, threw it into the fire where he watched it burst into flame and then melt into the ashes.

**

The hotel they drove to in his car was only a few streets away and after he had checked in they went up to his room. He threw his bag onto the bed, then quickly shoved her out of the door and closed it quickly behind them. They quietly walked back through the streets until Tamsin beamed at him ‘come on I know a shortcut’.

They crossed a meadow and a minute later reached a pond. She turned around and beamed at him ‘when I was a kid we went swimming in this pond nearly every day in summer’ and added excitedly ‘why don’t we go swimming now?’ He stared at her and witnessed how she tugged at her dress ‘come on help me out of this’.

His shadowy figure moved closer and helped her out of the dress, leaving her standing in front of him in her bra only ‘oh, I forgot that I am not wearing panties. Come on now’ she started to tug at his shirt and opened one button after another. Once his shirt was removed, Tamsin proceeded to his trousers, but he took her hand away, opened his belt himself and dragged his trousers over his hips.

She turned and ran towards the pond, leaving him standing there in his boxers, wondering how much she had actually been drinking. He followed her in a more composed way but when she splashed water at him, he sped up and caught her, trying to bring her down. Her slick body squirmed out of his grasp and he was sprayed with water.

Their laughs permeated the near-dark blanket of the night that slowly settled in, but their careless laughs ebbed away when he managed to get a grasp on her once more, holding her in a powerful grip close to his slippery body. As soon as he felt her nearly naked body still against his, the arousal he had so powerfully subdued broke free and flooded him ruthlessly.

He moaned low and unrestrained. She felt his hardness strain against his boxers. What she felt was his erection press into her thigh from behind and this was enough to make the world sound her in a rush of lust speeding through every fibre of her body.

Gerry moved his hands slowly over her wet, warm body. One wandered upwards to her bra clad right breast where it was eagerly awaited by its erect nipple, the other moved downwards over the smooth, wet skin of her stomach to her bare groin, where he let his fingers glide gently over her clit and then parted her lips to let a finger dip into her. When she moaned and arched into his touch, his body responded by moving against her, his hips jerked forward, his erection rubbed against her thigh and bum making him feel dizzy with want.

His breath had become laboured and he groaned when he felt how ready and wet she was, how her tight hot walls tightened even further around his large finger. He added another and she moved urgently on his fingers, trying to make him penetrate her deeper.

To her dissapointment Gerry suddenly withdrew them both and panted into her ear, his accent had become a thick drawl by now ‘Tam, I think there are people walking their dog over there’.

She groaned in frustration and looked around until she indeed spotted shadows moving closer towards the pond ‘shit. Come on Gerry we gotta go or we’ll be the talk of the town tomorrow.’ Considerably cooled down they got out of the pond trying to find their clothes and once they had retrieved them, they hid in the shadow of the trunk of a large tree.

A few minutes later they were dressed again and trudged back to her parent’s house, where they looked at each other starting to laugh uncontrollably when they realised that they looked like drowned rats. Once they had calmed down again they looked blandly at each other and tried to at least restore their looks to halfway presentable.

Upon entering the garden they realised that many guests had left by now and only one bigger group of people sat talking near the fire. Grateful for the dim lights they sat down close to the group of people surrounding her parents and innocently edged their way into the conversation only to excuse themselves a few moments later.

But not before Tamsin had made sure to spread the information that Gerry had a room in the Bell in town. He politely said goodbye to everyone and even her mother, who seemed highly satisfied by the fact that Tamsin would be out of reach, gave him a friendly kiss onto his cheek. Her dad gave Gerry smile and a friendly, manly clap onto his back and said that he hoped to meet him again some time.

She accompanied him to the gate and Gerry gave Tamsin a resigned peck on her lips and was about to turn and walk away when Tamsin held him back and whispered ‘I’ll meet you later when my parents have gone to bed and believe me they won’t last much longer. Leave your mobile turned on then I’ll give you a call when I’m there so you can open the back door for me and no-one will see me.’

He tilted his head and asked ‘does this mean what I think it means…?’ Her reply was a simple nod accompanied by a promisingly naughty smirk. He rolled his eyes ‘thank GOD!’

‘OK but now go…’ she pushed him gently away ‘I’ll see you soon.’ He hesitated and turned around again ‘hey one thing…how do you know that there is a back-door and all. Have you done that before?’

She laughed ‘when we were kids it was one of our favourite games to slip into places we were not supposed to go to.’ Gerry nodded smirking and then turned to walk away, hands in his pockets.

*to be continued*
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