“I can’t get past her Jackie”
“No, of course you can’t sweetheart” I said and settled back to enjoy the view of the cyclist’s sexy little bottom in her tight white, sweat soaked shorts and the tiny blue knickers beneath them.
I couldn’t believe that she didn’t know what she was showing, but it was all right by me, eventually when the road widened out so much that it was impossible to pretend any longer, he swung out and eased the car past her,
“We both enjoyed that” I shouted at her through the open window and received a gorgeously sexy smile in return!
We drove straight onto the ferry at Stranraer and went straight to the café for a snack, as it was the new high speed ferry, we’d only be on it for an hour and a half, which suited Dave down to the ground, he was not the world’s best sailor!
“May I join you?” a voice said from my side and I looked up into the eyes of our sexy little cyclist,
“I think you’d better ask my wife” Dave said with a smile, “But if she says no, I’ll just go up and throw myself overboard”
He didn’t have to drown in the murky depths of the Irish sea, I saved his life by gesturing for her to sit down and she introduced herself as Maureen, she was nineteen and looking forward to cycling around Ireland for two weeks.
“The trouble is though” she said through a mouthful of food, I’m playing it by ear and I haven’t booked ahead anywhere,
“And why on earth would you be wanting to book ahead?” Dave asked in that fantastic accent that he only lapsed into when it suited him, “We’re going to a wee place six miles this side of Newcastle, you can start from there tomorrow if you like”
“Tomorrow?”
“Aye tomorrow” he grinned and I could have bloody slapped him, he looked so bloody sexy with that stupid lop sided grin of his, “We’ve an empty house the night”
“I think what my darling husband is trying to say Maureen, is that we are staying at his son’s house while he and our daughter in law and their children are away on holiday in France, he, no we would like you to stay with us”
She smiled as if she was thinking about it, but I knew better,
“Can you get my bike in the back of your car?” she asked and I smiled with her,
“If we have to dump the wheels, chuck the handlebars in the dock and throw the frame away, we’ll manage”
“In other words Maureen” Dave laughed, “We’ll get it in”
That chance meeting signaled the beginning of a remarkable friendship with Maureen, a beautiful, sexy, single minded girl who gave herself completely to whatever it was that she was into at the time, she was the first person I phoned when I heard of my husband’s death and we stood together at his graveside when he was committed to the earth.
She came home with me afterwards and held me in her arms all night, there was no sex at all, but her presence that night saved my sanity, she’s been with me ever since, my friend, my lover, my rock!
We didn’t have to dump anything of her cycle just as the three of us knew we wouldn’t and it took us an hour and a half to reach the little village where Dave had lived as a child and which was now home to his son.
It’s an incredible house that his son had built to his own design, a bungalow at the front but because it was built on a steep hill, there are three floors at the back including a play room for the kids.
I wanted a bath and Maureen wanted a shower, so it was all girls together while Dave went over the road to the pub directly opposite for what he called his annual pint of Guiness, he didn’t really like the stuff much but always drank just one pint when in Ireland.
I showed her the room she was to have that night and then drew a bath whilst she unpacked her double saddle bags, the water was beautiful and I felt incredibly good as I lay back in it, a knock at the door disturbed my reverie, but it was only Maureen asking if she could wash her shorts and panties,
“Sure” I replied, “Throw them in here, I’ll wash them while I wash myself”
She came in wrapped in a towel and smiled when she saw how peaceful I looked in the bath,
“That looks good” she said and I held her gaze as I said that there was more than enough room for two!
There was no wild, exciting sex then, just two girls sharing a bath and kissing each other, she had one nipple pierced with a silver ring and told me how nice it was when a lover nibbled on it.
“Like this you mean?” I leaned into her and took the nub between my lips, v “Mmm yes” was her reply and she moaned in her throat as my teeth grazed the rapidly hardening nipple, “Exactly like that”
Her fingers had just found my pussy when Dave returned and shouted out that we were to stop fooling about and get our arses in gear,
When he got no reply, he opened the bathroom door and had what must have been an incredible view of Maureen’s gorgeous little bottom in the air as we kissed,
“Bloody hell” he laughed, “It’s an orgy”
It wasn’t, that came later after a riotously drunken evening in the pub, I wore a denim mini skirt and a thick jumper and Maureen wore shorts and tee shirt, at one point in the proceedings Dave ended up behind the bar and promptly announced that all drinks were now on the house! It was a very pale looking landlord who politely showed him back to his seat.
Thank God we didn’t have to go any further than across the road to get home, I’m sure he would have got lost if it had been any further.
The fun started when I drew the curtains and Maureen whispered in my ear,
“Shall we carry on from where we left off?”
I turned to give her my agreement but her face was too close to mine, so I did the only thing I could in the circumstances, I kissed her!
She tasted of Bailey’s and her mouth was every bit as sweet as the drink as we did our best to swallow each other, this was the first time Dave had ever seen me with another girl and he didn’t really know whether or not he was invited, so it took Maureen to drag her lips away from mine for long enough to say that we needed help to get out of our clothes.
“Well since you asked nicely” he laughed and Maureen took her arms from round my neck for him to remove her tee shirt and bra,
“I’ll be with you in a minute Jack” the idiot said as he sank to his knees to remove her shorts and panties, I wasn’t sure what he was doing then until she breathed into my mouth that he was licking her bottom, I gave up waiting for him to undress me and so did she, instead I took my own jumper off while she took my skirt and panties off, unfortunately for Dave, she had to squat to do it, so our intrepid hero amused himself by taking his own clothes off.
It’s all a bit of a blur now but as far as I can remember, she ate me as I leaned against the wall and Dave introduced himself formally to Maureen by fucking her as she knelt down eating away merrily! I can also remember that he did his super stud impersonation and fucked me afterwards whilst I feasted on her sweet little cunt, the booze was telling though and I could have committed murder when he announced that he was knackered and wouldn’t come if he fucked me for the next three days!
We slept together in the big King size bed and I could have screamed the next morning when he woke us up with an enormous Ulster fry up, for those of you who’ve never had the pleasure, an Ulster fry consists of bacon and eggs, fried potato scones, fried soda bread, a few mushrooms, black pudding and bread and butter with a huge mug of tea!
“What do we do with this lot?” Maureen asked in a scared little voice and earned Dave’s undying scorn by rushing into the bathroom at the sight of all that grease on her plate.
We managed the tea so our wild colonial boy did his best to demolish our breakfasts after he’d devoured his own and then we all slept again.
“So when are you setting off Maureen?” Dave said when we finally woke up round about the mid afternoon,
“Tomorrow” she grinned, “Definitely tomorrow”
He took us up into the mountains of Mourne after we’d bathed and dressed and into a place called the silent valley which is the most peaceful and serene place I’ve ever seen, Maureen and I were spellbound by the beauty, the majesty of the mountains and the sheer savage splendour of the Spelga dam which was built in the fifties as a reservoir for most of county Down,
“You’ll see no finer view than this anywhere Jack” he said and I could only agree with him, it was stunning.
By the time we left it was tea time and the pubs were beginning to fill up, so we went into one for a quick drink before going home, it wasn’t until I saw the green and yellow flag stones in the car park and asked Dave what they were painted like that for that he noticed them too and promptly turned the car around and left hurriedly.
“There are two sides here Jack” he told us both, “That was a republican pub and that accent of yours would get us noticed”
“Dave” I laughed, “You’re out of it now” but I realized with sadness that someone like him could never be out of it, they’d shot him three times, damn near killed him, but none of that “rubbish” as he called it, could ever diminish the love he felt for the country or it’s people!
He explained to me that no matter where in the world people lived, there would be places they didn’t go to for whatever reason,
“And it’s no different here Princess” he said gently,
It was that simple to Dave!
We called in and bought some booze a bit nearer home in a place called Newcastle, a beautiful little seaside town where in the words of the song, the mountains of Mourne actually do sweep down to the sea,
“So are you still leaving tomorrow?” I asked Maureen as Dave parked the car at home,
“Do I have to?”
“You know you don’t”
“In that case” she giggled, “Probably not”
She didn’t and we didn’t want her to, that evening we sat out on the rear balcony enjoying a drink or three in the warm evening air when Maureen suddenly asked Dave if he’d ever had two girls kissing each other with his penis between their lips?
“Yeah” he grinned, “It happens all the time” then he yelped as I kicked him.
Leaning towards each other, we kissed lovingly and although Dave walked with a slight limp there was absolutely no sign of it as he jumped up and shucked off his clothes,
“Happy days are here again” he sang as Maureen and I rearranged our mouths around his penis and indeed they were because Maureen became a big part of our lives that night, he spent a fortune on a Polaroid camera and an even bigger fortune on the films for it.
Maureen became as keen on posing as I was, I have at home now, an absolutely massive collection of pictures and video films that the three of us shot together, a lot of them up in the wilds of the Mourne mountains or the stunning Derbyshire peaks.
Dave doesn’t appear on many of them, he always hooted with laughter at the thought of anyone wanting to snap his arse going up and down, but I often look at the ones he is on just to look at him again.
I know that everyone loses someone, but it’s not very often that we’re denied someone like my lovely husband, he was never afraid to laugh at himself, I remember one night when his eldest daughter was with us, he fell asleep and me and his daughter shaved half his beard, moustache and hair off, he was under the influence obviously, as we all were, but when he went to the bathroom for a wash the next morning, he absolutely fell about in a seizure of laughter.
“You bloody mad bitches” he laughed and promptly went to the shop next door, we could hardly believe that he would go out like that, but the mad sod went in and asked for a pack of cigarettes, the lovely Pakistani woman and her daughter told us later that they really didn’t know what to say, they wanted to laugh, but like Dave, they were officially in this bloody crazy country that I live in, an ethnic minority and they didn’t know him well enough to laugh or point out that someone had half shaved him!
He had a fabulous gift of being able to keep a straight face no matter what the circumstances, but when he returned from the shop, he guffawed loudly,
“They hadn’t got a clue what to say” he laughed.
Ten years ago, he had an annoying little tingle in his finger tips and it was only because I nagged him that he went to the doctors, the doctor, a really nice Asian man called Doctor Warzi, had a look at him, asked him a few questions and then excused himself to make a phone call.
He returned and announced that a consultant at the Derbyshire Royal Infirmary was waiting for him, it was half past five in the evening and the alarm bells started ringing in my head, consultants are nine to five people, they wait for no one.
He drove straight there and when we were ushered straight into the big man’s office, the bells were positively strident. he asked Dave the very same questions that the doctor had asked and then called in a nurse to take a blood test, I don’t know how things are done in America, but in England hospitals stop at five P.M.
I looked at Dave and the bastard winked at me, I was nearly in tears, “Nobody lives for ever Princess” he said and I could have cheerfully strangled him,
The results of his test came back and the consultant told him to go home and get some pyjamas,
“We’ll operate in the morning” he said softly,
To me that was a death sentence, I ran out of the office and collapsed in the corridor, a security guard picked me up and sat me down on a chair as Dave came strolling out, a big smile on his face,
“Phone Maureen” he said casually, “And she can keep you company”
I’m only just under five feet tall, but at that moment I was longing to be about six foot six, I really wanted to grab him, hit him, kiss him, batter him, I didn’t know what the hell I wanted to do to him, whatever it was that was wrong with him, it was serious.
Maureen was in tears too when she arrived, apart from her own feelings, she felt for me and she knew how much I was hurting, we went together to the hospital the following morning and as far as I was concerned, things just got worse, they’d moved him up the order and his was to be the first op of the day!
“Did you remember my cigarettes?” the bastard said and if Maureen hadn’t held onto me, I swear I’d have kissed the bugger to death.
He had a blockage under his heart and it was rectified with quite a simple operation, but afterwards he had to have twelve hours bedrest, I sat with him while he slept fitfully and I smiled dutifully when he screamed in his usual nightmares.
I must have looked like death when he woke up the next morning and asked for a double vodka, but I smiled. Kissed and went home after supervising his breakfast.
The hospital rang me that same afternoon, just to ask if I was coming to visit my husband and those bloody bells in my head were making a hell of a noise!
“Yes” I said with some trepidation, “Why?”
“We think one of his friends from work has brought him in some coke”
“Can’t he have coke?” I was confused,
“The thing is Mrs Barton, that it was a large plastic bottle and he’s telling dirty jokes to the man in the next bed, we think that there may be something else in the bottle”
There was, there was a half bottle of vodka in it, how the hell could I keep the idiot alive if he insisted on doing things like that?
Not to mention the sixty cigarettes a day he smoked, but almost unbelievably we still had our best years together to come!
-To be continued…-