He laughed and shook his head. “No, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t want to startle you, have you walk into a room and find somebody there. That’s all.”
“Ah, right.” She’d missed his smile. “Have you got time for a coffee?”
“Yeah, if that’s okay with you.”
Sophie walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on. She turned and watched Jim in their living room; he looked ill-at-ease, uncomfortable. “Sit down, Jim—you’re making the place look untidy.”
He laughed and sat on the sofa he used to favour.
Sophie carried their drinks through, passing Jim his coffee before sitting on the other sofa. “So, how are you?”
“I’m okay, thanks. You?”
She smiled. “Yeah, I’m good.”
There was an awkward silence and neither seemed to want to look at the other.
Sophie took a breath. “Okay, well…” She sat up a little on her sofa and looked directly into his eyes. “I guess I should say first off that I’m sorry for how things turned out between us, but I’m not going to try and convince you that you’re wrong.”
Jim nodded but didn’t speak.
“I’ve been thinking about how things changed for us over the last six or seven months. After our night with Joel—or maybe I should say after the following day in the caravan—we both knew our sex-lives would never be the same again. But we did talk about it, Jim. We discussed it after Joel, and we discussed it again after Sara. You wanted it as much as I did.”
He gave another slight nod.
Sophie shrugged her shoulders. “That’s all I wanted to say about it. Whatever has happened since that first weekend with Joel, we’d both been in agreement from the start that it was something we wanted to do.”
Finally, Jim found his voice. “Yeah, I’m not denying that I wanted it as much as you at the beginning.”
Sophie nodded. “But since then things have changed. Maybe it’s me, or maybe we’ve both changed, I don’t know. But I know you want something else now, and so we’re going our different ways.”
He stared, as if expecting to be exposed to her wrath; to feel the full force of a woman scorned.
Sophie shrugged and sipped her tea. Then she smiled. “I’d like us to remain friends.”
His eyes widened, and then he nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that too.”
“Good. So, finances…”
He exhaled loudly. “God, Soph, I’ve hardly had time to think about—”
“I have, and I’ve already started to sort things out. An estate agent is coming round the day after tomorrow to value the house and take some photos. It’ll go on the market early in January. I’ll be moving out before Christmas. G-J’s got a flat he’s told me I can stay in for as long as I need to. I’m going to be spending Christmas with Lisa at Mum and Dad’s. I’ve told everyone that we’ve decided to split up because things hadn’t been working out for a while. Lisa knows some of what we’ve done, but she’s not asked for details, and I have no intention of giving her any.”
Jim looked shocked at the progress she’d made.
Feeling proud of herself, Sophie continued. “You’ll need to sort out the stuff in the shed and the garage. Take what you want, and whatever you don’t want you can either chuck away or put on eBay. As for the furniture—I suppose we could sell everything and split the proceeds, but I’d like to think we could divide that up in a civilised way. I’ll make a list of everything over the next few days, then we can maybe alternately choose an item each until we’ve got everything we want to keep. Then we can either sell the rest, or donate it to charity.”
Jim let out a long sigh. “I can see you’ve been busy thinking about all this.”
Sophie sipped her tea. She had no intention of revealing how upset she’d been when Clive advised her about dividing assets. “Yeah, I thought we should get it sorted so we can put it all behind us. I’m happy for us just to keep our cars, but as mine is newer than yours, we can get them valued and I’ll pay whatever difference there is in their values.”
“No, that’s not necessary. My car’s fine, so I don’t want any extra payment.” Getting up from the sofa and holding his empty cup, Jim looked around. “Well, I guess I should get my stuff together and get out of your way.”
“Okay. Just grab what you need. Is it clothes?”
“Yeah, mainly. But I also want my iPod and some paperwork—car insurance, stuff like that.”
“Right, well you go and get whatever you want, I’ll wait here.”
Jim disappeared upstairs and Sophie sat on the sofa and checked her phone. Clive had texted to ask what time to pick her up to take her to G-J’s party. Smiling to herself, she sent a quick text saying she’d phone him in half an hour to talk about the arrangements. A few minutes later, Jim came back into the living room with his gym bag and a selection of shirts and trousers, still on hangers, lying over his arm. He put the bag on the floor and laid the clothes over the back of a sofa.
Sophie tried not to show any emotion. “Is that all you need for now?”
“Just the paperwork to get…” He stepped to the dresser by the back wall and opened the cupboard door, taking out the large file they’d bought years earlier. Making a pile of certificates and papers on the floor next to him, Jim collected what he needed.
Sophie saw him place his passport on the pile, and also the paper version of his driving licence. She wanted to make casual conversation, but the lump in her throat would probably make her voice sound unsteady and she was determined not to crack.
Finally he picked up the pile and carried it to his gym bag, which she saw held his shoes and trainers. He slipped in the papers, then hoisted the bag strap onto his shoulder. With his clothes draped over his other arm, he looked up at Sophie and smiled. “Right, that’s all I need for now.”
“Okay, well you can come and get whatever else you need any time. You can come while I’m at work or whenever, you have a key. And you don’t need to make an appointment, okay?”
He laughed and nodded. “Okay. Thanks.”
She smiled. “Take care, Jim.”
He looked suddenly solemn. “Yeah, you too.”
Sophie opened the door and forced a smile. “If you could think about what you want to do with the tools in the shed and garage, that’d be great. Ideally, they should be all gone before the house goes on the market.”
“Yeah. I’ll hire a van and move them all before Christmas.”
“Great, thanks.”
Jim walked to his car and Sophie closed the door, leaning her forehead against it while she steadied her nerves. She would not allow herself to cry—she had a party to prepare for at the weekend.
* * * *
G-J was chatting to some of his guests when Sophie and Clive arrived at the party. When he saw her he smiled, excused himself from the group and made his way toward them. He shook Clive’s hand, then kissed Sophie on the hand. “Sophie, you look wonderful as always.”
“Thank you. And you look very dashing.”
A very pretty waitress dressed as an elf approached them with a tray full of glasses. The three of them chatted for a few minutes before another couple joined them.
After a few minutes G-J took Sophie aside for a private chat. “I’ve had the flat cleaned, and it’s ready for you whenever you want to move in. I’ll give you a set of keys and the alarm codes before you leave tonight. There’s a garage in the basement, and you have two parking spaces.”
“Thank you.”
“How are you feeling?”
She was touched by his concern. “I’m fine. I’m here at your party, so obviously I’m in the mood for sex.” She flashed him a wicked smile.
He laughed, looked around the room. “Have you got your eye on anyone in particular?”
Holding his gaze, she shook her head. “Not really, I just want to get fucked.”
“Ah.” He smiled at her.
“I’d be more than happy for it to be you.”
Frow
ning, he shook his head slightly. “I think tonight you should find a new partner and allow yourself to enjoy him. Don’t forget that I’ll have a film of whatever you do, so don’t hold back in your enjoyment.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
“Incidentally…” He looked around to make sure nobody was listening. “Will you be free at the end of January for another trip?”
She bit her lip. “I could be…”
“Good. I have a meeting with a consortium in Tokyo, and I thought it would be the ideal opportunity to mix business with pleasure.”
Sophie raised her eyebrows and ran her tongue between her teeth. “Well, you can handle the business, and I can handle the pleasure.”
He laughed, then steered her back to the group of people. “Now, I need to mingle with more of the pleasure-seekers. I’ll see you before you leave, but in the meantime—enjoy yourself as only you know how.”
“I intend to.” She watched him walk over and start chatting to another cluster of guests.
“Hiya.” A familiar voice.
Sophie turned and smiled. “Billy—hi. How are you?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” He looked around the group of people she was with. “Where’s Jim?”
“We decided to split up.”
“What?” He looked genuinely shocked. “Sophie, I’m so sorry to hear that.”
Sophie smiled. “Thanks, but it’s okay. We’re still friends, but are going our own separate ways now. Where’s Sara?”
Billy nodded towards some people by the piano. “Over talking to those guys.”
“Well, maybe I’ll catch up with her later.”
Billy joined their group and started paying special attention to a tall redhead with a tattoo of a rose on her shoulder.
As the evening progressed, Sophie found herself isolated from Clive, who appeared to be getting very friendly with two blonde women wearing similar dresses. Maybe he was hoping for a pseudo-twin threesome. A tall guy with short-cropped hair had been flashing smiles at Sophie for the last half-hour, so she wasn’t surprised when he finally made his way over and introduced himself. His name was Jed, and he was originally from Melbourne.
Sophie needed to tilt her head back to look into his face. “How tall are you?”
He flashed her a lazy smile, revealing even white teeth and dimples. “About six-five.”
She turned on flirt-mode. “Ooh, I like big men.”
Smiling mischievously, he moved a little closer. “Is that right?”
“Hmm.” Sophie took a sip of her champagne, the familiar warmth spreading through her groin. Jed would be ideal for what she needed tonight.
“A lot of guys at home are the same size as me—we’re a pretty tall lot.”
Sophie licked her lips suggestively. “So, does that mean you’re not considered big down under?”
He rolled his eyes at her double-entendre and laughed. “That’s something I’ll probably need your opinion on.”
Sophie held his gaze. “I think that sounds like a good way for me to spend the next hour.”
His eyes widened. “An hour?”
Gripping his hand, she started to pull him towards the stairs. “Yeah, I’m demanding.”
Sophie led him toward the bedroom she’d used at the last party. The door was ajar and they could see the room was empty. Sophie pulled him inside and closed the door. She immediately undid his tie-knot and then moved onto the shirt buttons.
“Jeez, you don’t hang around.” He slipped his own jacket from his shoulders and dropped it onto the floor.
Sophie leaned close and kissed his broad hairy chest. “Yeah, I think life’s too short to play hard to get.” His shirt was now off, and Sophie was pulling at his belt.
“Couldn’t agree more.” He pulled the zip of Sophie’s dress down her back and she wriggled her hips and allowed it to slip down her body.
She stepped out of her dress and stood before him, wearing just a red silk thong and her shoes. Then she dropped to her knees, tugged his boxers down and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
“Jeez.” He leaned his head back against the bedroom door as Sophie sucked his cock. It took her less than thirty seconds to get him rock hard.
Standing up, she led him by his erection to the bed. There, she removed her thong but left her shoes on. She turned her back to him, placed her feet a stride apart and bent at the waist, resting her hands on the bed. Then she looked over her shoulder into his lustful eyes and wiggled her hips. “Feel free to fuck me whenever you’re ready.”
He stroked her hip, cupped her bum cheek. “Want me to wear a condom?”
“If you’d prefer to wear one, that’s not a problem. Just put it on quickly and get your cock inside me.”
He bent his knees, positioned his cock at the entrance of her wet slit and pushed all the way in with one smooth thrust.
Sophie groaned and wiggled her hips, enjoying the feel of his cock deep inside her. “Oh, yeah. Fuck me slowly.”
Jed did so, holding her by the hips and ploughing into her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Sophie revelled in him pushing all the way into her, but after a few minutes her legs began to ache. She looked over her shoulder. “Okay, I need to change position.”
When Jed stepped back and out of her, Sophie turned and sat on the edge of the bed. She raised her legs into the air, her high-heels pointing at the ceiling. She looked down at his cock, slick with her juices. “You didn’t bother with the condom, I see.”
He shrugged. “I was too impatient.”
“So am I, push it back inside me.”
Standing at the bedside, he re-entered her. Sophie’s rested her legs on his shoulders, with Jed’s hands supporting his weight on the bed either side of her.
Sophie let out a long moan when he started thrusting. “Oh, that feels good. Yeah, fuck me like that. Oh…”
Jed’s eyes were focussed on hers, and there were beads of sweat on his brow. After just a couple of minutes, Sophie was getting close. Jed seemed to sense it, because he placed a big hand on her lower stomach and brushed his thumb over her clit as he repeatedly drove his cock into her.
She raised her head up off the bed and stared into Jed’s eyes. “Oh yeah, fuck me fuck me fuck—” Her orgasm sent her entire body into meltdown and she writhed on the bed, bucking her hips to get as much of a thrill as she could from the cock inside her.
As she was still riding the aftershocks, Sophie thought about G-J watching the action on the monitors in his study. She dropped her legs off Jed’s shoulders, holding them wide open. “I want you to pull out and shoot your cum over my body.”
Jed’s eyes widened in surprise, then he nodded. “You got it.”
She smiled. “But I want you to fuck me hard until you come.”
With his feet still on the floor and both hands back on the bed, Jed banged into her, pumping his hips powerfully. Then he pulled out and held his cock as a huge glob of cum shot out and landed between her breasts. He pumped his hand and another spurt hit her neck. Sophie watched as Jed gritted his teeth and pumped his cock, sending more ropes of off-white cream onto her stomach and pubic hair.
“Okay, put it back inside and fuck me. I want to come again.”
Jed fed his cock back inside as instructed and banged his hips. Sophie came almost straight away, grunting and squirming on the bed beneath him.
Eventually they both stilled, and she opened her eyes. “Mmm. Thank you.”
He sat on the bed next to her, panting heavily. “You’re welcome.” He checked his watch, then looked at her. “I didn’t manage to make it last an hour.”
“Not many men last an hour with me.”
“Yeah, I can see why.”
She sat up and kissed his shoulder. “Well, you didn’t need an hour to satisfy me, so don’t worry about it.”
Jed stood up and quickly dressed and Sophie went into the bathroom. She regarded her reflection in the full-length mirror. She was naked except for her sho
es, with a lot of cum dripping down and drying on her skin. A thought occurred; she was going to re-join the party like this.
She walked out and took Jed’s arm. “Shall we go and get a drink?”
He stared at her cum-splashed body. “Like that?”
“Yes, I think so.”
He smiled and shrugged. “Okay.”
They left and walked along the landing. As they started down the stairs, Sophie became aware of faces looking up at her. Some men started moving towards the bottom of the stairs and she knew she wouldn’t get to have a drink for a while. She tingled with excitement; butterflies in her stomach, wetness in her crotch. She decided that the first guy who spoke to her would be the next one to fuck her.
It turned out to be a stocky guy in his mid-fifties with wavy grey hair and a goatee. He glanced down at her body, then said, “Great outfit.”
Sophie smiled. “Thank you. Perhaps you’d like to add to it.” She took his hand and walked to a leather chair. She sat on the seat and looked at the man, then slowly opened and raised her legs, hanging them over the chair arms.
The guy dropped to his knees and unfastened his pants.
Sophie noticed that his cock was also stocky—short and fat. That was fine with her. She guided him inside her and watched his face as he fucked her. Looking over his shoulder, she saw that most people in the room were now watching them. Jed was smiling at her from the stairs, and she realised she was sitting in the same chair Jim had used when he’d received a blowjob from a dark-haired girl.
Turning her attention back to the man fucking her, she noticed his face was getting red. She loosened his tie, then stroked his face. “Are you going to add to my outfit?”
He grinned and nodded. “Yes, sweetheart. How would you like a matching hat?”
Sophie stared at him; he was going to come on her head. “A hat would be lovely. Maybe I could have one with a veil…”
The guy groaned and stood up abruptly. He pumped his cock and came into her hair. Some hit her forehead, but most landed high on the left side of her head. When he stopped pumping his hand, Sophie took his cock into her mouth and licked it clean. Then she stood up and looked at the men surrounding her.
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