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It’s been nearly seven months since you left, and I can still remember that night so clear. It was a few days after New Years. Two days to be exact. You got into your car and as you drove away you promised me that it would be okay. But I’m still waiting for the “okay” bit to come along.
I decided to go out on Friday night for the first time since you left. Decided I was going to enjoy myself. Go into the club and see how my luck would go. Had a few drinks and went in dancing. Scanned the crowd for potential lovers, and what I didn’t expect to see was ex lovers. I saw you. Saw you dancing with her, looking at her with complete love in your eyes. It was the same look you once had for me.
I escaped to the outside, lit up and smoke. Little bit of Dutch courage. I ended up going back in, ignoring you and danced some more. But you came up and talked to me. It was awkward to start with and it remained awkward. It was never like this before. We chatted, I remained closed up. I allowed you in once in my life and I won’t allow you back in any time soon.
After our little chat I ended up drinking to forget. To forget you, what we had, and the pain I felt and still feel because of you. And when I couldn’t drink anymore, memories came flooding back. And I remembered how it all started. I remembered that Friday we met. And how it all started.
I spent a frustrating weekend with a light switch that only worked after a series of obscenities. Deciding that it was not the way I wanted to continue, I called in the sparky. As a writer I do most of my work late at night; and even though a computer screen provides a good light, it also provides a good headache. I do consider myself as a Jack-of-all-trades, but definitely a master at none of them. And when it came to electricity, I’d be the joker. Knowing myself, I’ll probably end up electrocuting myself or wiring it up completely wrong. I’m terrible, I admit it.
I walked to my study and started to make sense out of the chaotic scene. Rearranging papers and stacking away some of the books I had used for research. A few minutes passed and what seemed like a room hit by a hurricane, it actually resembled what a study should look like. Neat and organized.
“Amazing” I thought to myself, knowing that as soon as I get started, that hurricane effect will take place again. I’m a firm believer of organized chaos and with that I decided it was time for a coffee. I pad to the kitchen, switched on the jug and as I waited for it to boil, I reach for the milk in the fridge. The door of my fridge covered in a myriad of sticky notes, full of scribbled ideas for my next chapter or sometimes, sentences.
After pouring my milk, another idea bombards my head and I add another scribbled sticky note to the million others. I sipped slowly on my coffee, but my mind still sped along at a hundred miles, seeking new ideas. Suddenly, the shrill sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. I put my coffee down and walked to the front door.
“Hiya” I said as I opened the door.
“Hiya” she said, “I’m the sparky for that light switch.”
I must’ve had my mouth open in surprise for she gave me a rather peculiar look. It wasn’t because the sparky is a female. Being a female myself, I think “you go girl.” But it was more surprise, well to be really honest; I was knocked back by her beauty. Her red hair tied up in a pony tail, her green eyes sparkling as she smiled. Recovering my wits, I smiled back and thought of a plausible excuse.
“Sorry,” I said laughing (and probably blushed), “I just got an idea that I gotta write down. It’s for my book. I’m a writer.” I babbled.
Shut up! I thought to myself. Now you’re blabbering like a complete fool.
“Come in. I just made some coffee, would you like a cup?” I kept on blabbering while walking to the kitchen.
“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love one.”
“It would be an absolute pleasure.”
Easy now tiger, she might not even be gay I remind myself. And you putting on the charm might not be such a good idea. She could wire it up so that you get a nasty shock. Hmm, she could do my wiring any day. Whoa! Focus on the coffee now!
She sat down at the kitchen table and I handed her a cup. She sipped slowly and I couldn’t help but focus on her lips. Imagining what they would feel like, taste like. She probably caught me looking (and drooling most likely) because she laughed and put the cup down.
“You seemed surprised earlier. Expected a male aye?”
I blushed and stumbled out some excuse.
“Well, yes. It’s just, I know there are female electricians out there, but didn’t think they’d be this gorgeous.” I said without thinking.
She blinked twice and reached for her cup, smiling. Then I realized what I had said and blushed deeply.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. Um, I meant that I always had this idea that the female electricians would be the typical butch lesbian types or something. And I’m sure you’ve gathered that I’m gay. So um, yeah” I stopped and gulped down some coffee. Wincing because escort bayan it’s still hot.
She laughed heartedly. She took the last sip of her coffee and put the cup down. She smiled at me, but I swear this time there was a difference in the smile. But I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Well,” she said, still smiling, “my clients aren’t usually this good looking either.”
I choked and sputtered on my last swallow of coffee. She laughed and stood up.
“Let’s get started on that switch.” She said as she gathered her toolbox.
I stood up, still recovering from the choke, and led her to the study. She cracked up as she saw the pen marks all around the switch.
“Ah, the writer’s weapon of choice, a pen.” She chuckled.
“I’m that obvious aye. Yeah, that’s the offending switch. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” I said as I backed out of the room.
“Not a worry. I should be done in few minutes.”
I walked down to the kitchen, marveling at what had just happened since I opened that door. A certain form of energy had filled the air. As if there is some kind of attraction, some kind of unspoken notion between us. Maybe you’re just imagining it, I berate myself.
I sat down at the kitchen table, grabbed a pen and a notepad and let my mind take over my hand as I scribbled down potential paragraphs. After I turn the second page, I looked up and saw her standing in the door. I blushed and felt exposed. I feel at my most vulnerable when I write, my face becomes a window in which my emotions become exposed.
“Sorry, just scribbling away. As writers do, you know.”
“It’s all good.” She answered softly while walking towards the table, “um, it was a loose wire. I reattached it and it shouldn’t cause you anymore grief.”
“Thank you so much. Now I can write without running out of pens to chuck at it. How much do I owe you for that?”
“How about,” she started softly, “I wave the fare and you cook me dinner?”
I swallowed, not believing what I just heard.
“Are you proposing a date?”
“I suppose I am, yes.” She answered in a husky tone.
A grin broke out on my face, “Sounds like a deal. When would you like this dinner?”
“I finish at 5 today, how about 6?”
“It sounds perfect” I answered, still grinning.
We stood there for a while, just looking at each other. As if caught in a spell. Then for the first time, she blushed.
“I uh, probably should be going.”
“True, there might be some more frustrated writers with rogue light switches.”
“That too, and volatile pens” she laughed as we headed towards the front door.
I opened the door and my arm briefly touched hers. A charge of electricity ran up my spine, “thank god she’s the sparky,” I thought to myself.
“So I’ll see you at 6 then.” She said, while standing really close to me.
I felt her body radiating against mine, and speechless I just nodded a reply. She laughed a low sensuous laugh.
“See you” she said as she walked to her van, got in and drove off with a wink.
Throughout the rest of the day, I found myself giddy with excitement, yet nervous. It’s been a while since I’ve been out on the dating scene. And I was planning to stay in hiding for a while longer, but nothing compared me for what I had encountered this morning.
At 1pm, I realized that I might have to do a shop for tonight’s dinner. After a quick scan of the contents of my fridge, I made a mental shopping list and headed off to the supermarket. While driving, I thought that I would make tonight casual, yet have a slight hint of romance.
I came back from the supermarket, cursing their stubborn trolleys, and planned out the rest of the day. A glance at the watch told me it was 3pm. Cooking should start at 4:30pm, so that left me with an hour and a half of nothing to do.
“Oh shit” I cried out to no one in particular, “what should I wear?”
I rushed to my room, swung open the doors of my wardrobe and scanned my clothes. I can’t be too casual, I thought to myself, but I need to be comfortable too. I finally decided on a pair of tan pants and a white buttoned shirt. Now I need to scrub up, I thought to myself. I jumped into a nice hot bath, making sure I was presentable in every concept (you never know).
After my grooming episode, I got the cooking started. As I left the food to simmer, I quickly glanced up to the watch. It was 5:50pm. I ran to my room, sprayed some perfume, one last glance in the mirror to make sure I look ok. All happy with myself, I headed back to the lounge and slipped on a cd and checked on my cooking.
I slipped into another daydream and the door bell sounded. I opened the door and she stood there with a pair of fitting jeans, and a shirt that really showed her curves. She laughed once again, but this time greeted me with a kiss.
“Hiya” she greeted.
“Hiya” I greeted back.
“Got us some bourbon, you seemed the bourbon type.”
“Man! Am I that obviously gay?” I laughed as we walked to the lounge. “I’ll fix us some drinks; kocaeli escort bayan dinner should be ready in a bit. We can sit out on the deck; we’ll probably catch the last bit of sun of the day.”
“Sounds good” she said as she headed out onto the deck.
We started talking the usual small talk, but as the night progressed, the conversations became more meaningful, deeper. At dinner we continued the discussions, yet stealing glances at each other. Catching each other looking with what seemed like desire in our eyes.
After dinner, we walked out onto the deck again. Our chairs a bit closer this time, and our hands slowly inch towards each other. In a few minutes, we found ourselves holding hands, while desire ran through us like electricity through a livewire.
She suddenly stood up “may I use your bathroom?”
“Sure, it’s just down the hall. I’ll fill up our drinks”
She walked to the bathroom and I paused to marvel at her body. Finding myself wondering about how her body would feel like against mine.
I turned to the kitchen and filled up the drinks. My back was to the door, so I didn’t hear her come in. I twisted the cap back on the bottle and suddenly I felt her body against mine. Her arms circled around my waist and her soft sensuous lips traced my neck. I shivered with anticipation, with pleasure and turned around. My lips searched for hers. I found them, and our tender kisses slowly built up to kisses filled with passion and desire. Our tongues dancing, stroking each other.
I rested my hands on her hips, and pulled her towards me, suddenly wanting all of her in me. Her arms came up around my neck as she pulled my head in for a deeper kiss. A low moan escaped my throat as I get turned on more by the second. My hand snaked up, towards her breast. I cupped her breast in my palm, and she gasped in my ear. I kissed her slowly, down her neck, her chest, tasting her skin as I go. My fingers danced around her nipple, but not touching. I undid her buttons of her shirt sliding my tongue down her cleavage. I briefly touched her nipple and as I did, she moaned softly.
“I want you” she breathed
“God, I’ve wanted you since you walked into this house” I said hungrily as I took her nipple into my mouth.
She moaned louder this time, and slightly arched her back. Her hands were now behind my head and she pushed me deeper into her breasts.
“Follow me” she said as she took my hand and led me to my study. “I hope I’ll be able to provide you with a few more ideas”
* * * * * *
I woke up the next morning feeling completely new. Not just because it was the first night in a very long while that my nemesis, Insomnia, hadn’t plagued my night. Rather, a new found energy seemed to be circulating in my body. I rolled over and even my senses seemed more alive. I became more aware of the softness of my duvet on my body, the heat of the sun radiating through the curtains. And the smell of bacon, eggs, and toast in the air.
I willed the rest of my body awake. Although my body was pumped with energy, it seemed that my limbs still preferred the comfort of the bed. After a battle of me mentally picturing my limbs to move and transferring it into a physical act, I got out of bed.
I moved over to my wardrobe and pulled out some clothes, and while I put them on I did that awkward “I’m still so asleep and I can’t get my pants on” dance. After nearly falling over twice, I stumbled over to the kitchen.
I stood at the doorway of the kitchen, watched her pour two cups of coffee. She was completely unaware that was I’m standing there. It was as if our roles had been reversed from the day before. Instead of me sitting in thought, writing, she was standing there, in thought. She was wearing my shorts and shirt. Her beautiful red hair tied up in pony tail.
My shorts looked way too big on her, and so did shirt actually, I thought to myself. She suddenly stopped stirring, and I thought to myself “shit, I’m busted. But she pulled up her shorts that had started to fall down. With that, I cracked up laughing and she turned around blushing.
“I was about to wake you. Hope you don’t mind,” she said pointing towards her attire.
I walked to the table and sat down, still smiling, “Na, you look quite cute in them.”
“A charmer by day as well,” she said as the placed the coffee in front of me. She slowly leaned over and greeted me with a soft, tender kiss.
“I dug about and managed us some breakfast. Oh, and earlier some random kids showed up and asked me to hand you this.”
She handed me some papers, and I took a look at them but more at the names scribbled at the top.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
“What?” she asked worriedly, “something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” I laughed, “when I’m not writing, I teach at the high school. And I tutor a few kids during the school break. You know, helping them get into uni. And those two were the kids I tutor.”
“Oh shit, and me meeting them at the door dressed like this probably kocaeli escort didn’t help.”
“Na,” I laughed even more, “they’re a good bunch. They know I’m gay, and single. So the worse I’ll have to face is a few questions.”
She breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly flashed me a mischievous smile. She leaned over and whispered in my ear.
“Well, tell them you are dating someone.”
“So we’re dating?” I asked teasingly.
“Honey, I don’t do the one night stand thing. Besides, I like you. I want to see where this goes.”
I probably went bright red and had some sort of look on my face, for she cracked up laughing and kissed my cheek.
Wiping away a few tears she said, “I was kidding about the one night stand thing. Well, not about not doing them, because I don’t. But I know it’s not what we were after. So don’t worry.”
With that, we ate our breakfast. After doing the dishes, we went and sat on the deck for a few hours. Soaking up the late morning rays and chatting away.
“So what you up to?” I asked, “I mean, for the rest of the weekend?”
“Got a soccer game tomorrow. Some of my teammates and I are planning to drive through tonight. Saves us from waking up early tomorrow.”
“Well now,” I said teasingly, “now I know why you’re so hot.”
“Charmer” she responded.
“What time you guys leaving?”
“At about four. But I got to head home and grab my gear, so I’ll probably have to leave in about…” she glanced at her watch, “half an hour.”
“Bugger. Well, let’s get some coffee.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We had our coffee, and a quick lunch. She left with that same wink as yesterday. However, this time, with that wink, butterflies flew around in my stomach. Smiling to myself, I headed towards my study. I opened the door, and my books and papers were still all scattered to one side of the room.
Looking at my desk, I got a feeling that I would never be able to work on it again without seeing her on top of it. And with that thought, a replay of last night flickered through my mind and a warm sensation rose up from the pit of my stomach.
“Focus now!” I told myself.
After tidying up, I headed towards the kitchen for a refill on my coffee. I grabbed the essays and headed back to my study. I quickly checked my emails, did the necessary replies, and started on the essays.
I must’ve lost track of time, for when the doorbell rang, I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was 3:30. Wondering who it might be, I put my glasses down and headed towards the door. I opened the door and saw her standing there.
“Hiya” she said smiling, and leaned in for a kiss.
“Hiya” I laughed, opening the door so she can come in.
“You know, I was so rude earlier today. You asked me what I had planned for the weekend. But I never asked you what you were doing. So what are you doing?”
“Don’t tell me you came all the way just for this?” I laughed.
“Well, yes. I was really rude, and I should’ve asked you. So? What are you doing?”
“Um, well, now that I have finished those essays, nothing.”
She walked up to me, circled her arms around my waist, “you want to come to my soccer game?”
I felt the corners of my mouth lift up into a huge smile.
“I’d love to! Oh but wait, what about the sleeping arrangements and what about your teammates? Do they know?”
She laughed and kissed me.
“Yes they know, and we have our own rooms. And I never liked a small bed, so it’s a double. So we won’t be squashed. Now, go grab some clothes. Oh, take something nice too, cause if we win, we’re doing some serious partying. And take something warm too. It might be windy.”
I rushed to my room and hastily packed clothes into a bag. Grabbed some dressy clothes and left them on the hanger to place on the backseat of her car. Shit, hopefully she doesn’t have anyone in the car with her.
“You got people in the car with you?” I asked her as I walked to the front door.
“Na, just you and me bub” she said, and suddenly she blushed.
“You just called me bub” I said, “I like it.”
“Yep. I sure do”
“Now let’s get going then” she said as she got into the car smiling.
We drove for about two hours to the motel, and I swear it was the best two hours I’ve ever spent in a car. While we drove, we talked about simple things but yet I learnt so much about her. When we weren’t talking, we were listening to music and I’d watch her concentrate and listen to her singing along to the music. When she caught me looking at her, she’d give me a sheepish smile and continue singing.
“Bub, this is the team captain Adrienne” she said as she introduced me to her teammates.
“Nice to meet you Adrienne,” I said as a shook her hand, “hope you don’t mind me tagging along.”
“Hell no,” she laughed, “It’s about time she brought someone along. We started to think she was going nun on us.”
And with that I met the rest of the team and we all headed off to dinner. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out and forgot how much fun it was. It’s not often you meet a good crowd that accepts you into their group right from the start. I had never laughed as much as I did. Dinner came and went, and after a few drinks we all headed to our rooms.
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