Friday 20 May 2016

Where the story ends

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Eric leant in and whispered in Marsha ear.
“Come back to mine.” He could smell her perfume and her shampoo and her pheromones. Ever since the start of term, when he’d first set eyes on the bottle blonde, bundle of bubbles that was Marsha Jones, he’d wanted to get her back to his, get her clothes off and explore that deliciously curvy body. And this was his chance.
“What about Danni?” Marsha said, leaning into him. Her mouth might have been expressing doubts, but her body certainly wasn't.
“She’s in Cardiff, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” It sounded more callous than he wanted it to, he loved Danni, but she was back home in Wales. Marsha was sex on legs and here and now.  He just had to sample her delights.
“We shouldn't,” Marsha said, biting her thumb and staring into Eric's eyes.
“Let's go,” Eric said.
Marsha grabbed her bag and stood up.
“You're naughty,” Eric Williams.
Eric smiled and kissed the lips that he’d longed to kiss for the last four months. They were soft and wet, her tongue warm and gentle. He closed his eyes and floated off to a place somewhere near heaven.
Goldfinger by Ash was earworming through his mind as they made their way back to his house. He looked at his watch. He hoped the others would be in bed; he didn't really want to explain to them what he was doing with Marsha, although he was sure they were hear the evidence anyway.
He turned the key in the lock and let Marsha go in first.
“Eric,” his flatmate Lisa shouted, “there’s..”.
He didn't hang around to find out what there was, instead he took Marsha hand a led her at a trot up the stairs and into his room.
As soon as his bedroom door shut behind them they were locked together in the darkness, all sloppy kisses and hands removing layers, fingers touching skin and passions reaching boiling point.
Then a light came on. Eric’s bedside lamp.
Eric broke off his kiss and looked around, his eyes getting used to the glare. Marsha was topless, her bra open but still on her shoulders. Eric’s trousers were undone at the waist and no, that wasn’t his belt poking out.
“Eric?” Danni said, sleepily from the beneath the sheets.
“Danni?” Eric said. “I can explain,”  but he couldn’t, he really couldn’t. 



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