Teabags & Tears

by Woods, Karen

  “Fucking hell, no way is that you James. You’ve changed so much.”

  Her eyes were all over him like a rash now. Fuck me he was sexy. He was tall, dark and handsome and everything a woman could ever wish for. He spoke to her again.

  “So you remember now then do ya?” Sandra grabbed him and swung her arms around his shoulders. Back in school they’d had a bit of a fling but they only shared a few kisses, nothing serious.

  “Course I do now you’ve told me who you are, you look so different.” She stood back from him now and looked him up and down. He was definitely a fanny magnet. Back in school he was full of spots and had long greasy hair and wasn’t really Sandra’s type at all. She’d only kissed him as a bit of a laugh anyway.

  It was his turn to look her up and down now and she felt uncomfortable as his eyes looked at every inch of her. Sandra glanced at Maxine. She was talking to some well-known drug- dealers.

  Sandra invited James to come and sit with them. He carried his drink over and stood at the table. Sandra was now shouting at Tina.

  “Guess who this fucking is? You’ll never guess in a million years.” Tina looked at the man and smiled. Had she fucked him in the past she wondered.

  With not a clue in the world she said, “He looks familiar, but I’m fucked if I know who he is.” Sandra dragged him to her side now and screamed in a loud voice.

  “It’s only James fucking Perkins!”

  Tina looked amazed. He was just her sort of bloke and if she wasn’t in a relationship he would have definitely been in her bed later on that night.

  “No fucking way is it. Do you mean James with the spotty face and greasy sweaty hair?” James now stepped in, he felt like a right prick just standing there while they both examined him.

  “Ay cheeky, I was never as bad as you’re both making me out. Anyway you two were no better than me. Tina you had hair like a poodle if I remember rightly.” Sandra screamed laughing as Tina patted at her hair remembering her spiral perm back in the day. He now turned to Sandra. ”What are you laughing at? You were just as bad with your big hairdo too.”

  He was right, Sandra and Tina both had big perms back then and they chuckled as she carried on. “Anyway what are you doing around these parts? I thought you moved abroad?”

  James sat down and started to fill them in on the missing years of his life. He spoke about his life and how he married young. His face screwed up as he told them about his ex wife. “It was all great at first, but you know how it gets when you have been married for years. You just become like sister and brother don’t you?” Sandra was nodding frantically in agreement. He now asked Sandra if she was married. Before she could reply, Maxine was shouting Tina over. She was holding Tracy in her grip. Tracy looked pissed out of her head. Tina left them and went to see what all the commotion was with Maxine.

  Sandra stared into James’s eyes. They were so blue. She seemed mesmerized by them and wasn’t really listening to him as he spoke. His face just looked so beautiful. Given the chance she would have ripped her knickers off there and then and jumped all over him. So what if she was married? If it was good enough for her husband, then it was good enough for her, she thought. Licking her lips slightly as she spoke, she told him all about the problems in her marriage. He was very sympathetic towards her. Holding her hand he whispered quietly into her ear. “I think you’re still fit though.”

  Sandra felt alive. No one had called her anything remotely sexy for years. She giggled. “Me fit? You must be joking. I’ve never felt so ugly in all my life.” Gripping her fat around her stomach she lifted it up from her dress. “How can you say I’m fit with this blubber?”

  James smiled. He looked like he was going to kiss her but stopped. “Why do you put yourself down like that? You look amazing.”

  She was defensive. “Do I fuck” she ranted. She looked shy now and carried on talking to him. Tina now joined them for a few seconds. She quickly swigged her drink from the table and told Sandra she was taking Tracy outside for a bit of fresh air. Sandra didn’t care and carried on gazing into James’s eyes.

  Tina prompted her again. “If she’s no better we’ll take her home. Are you gonna be alright here on your own or are you coming with us?”

  Sandra stretched her eyes at her. It was obvious she didn’t want to go with her and she made excuses. “No I’ll stay here. You should just leave her to rot on her own” the little tart. James looked at her and wondered what had happened to the lovely woman he’d just been speaking too. She could see his shocked face and explained. “We’ve been like that for years James. You don’t know the half of it, believe me.” That was all he needed to know and he carried on talking to her, making her feel like a woman again. Tonight Sandra had re-discovered the woman she had once been and as she talked to her long lost boyfriend she could feel all her confidence returning.

  Maxine struggled until Tina came back outside the pub. No one was about and she was holding Tracy up against a nearby wall. She spat into Tracy’s face a few times and spoke to her in an animated voice. “You naughty, naughty little girl” Shagging your sister’s husband are you? You’re dealing with the big girls now and you’ll learn not to take your knickers off as quick next time, you dirty slag.”

  Tina was now by her side. She grabbed Tracy’s other arm and helped Maxine to support the drunken woman. “What the fuck are we doing with her then? Are we taking her home or what?” Maxine smiled.

  “Let’s take her to your house, it’s not far from here is it.”

  Tina agreed and they set off. Maxine kept bursting into fits of laughter. When Tina asked her what was so funny she cackled. “I’ve given her something so she won’t remember a fucking thing.”

  Tina stopped walking. “What do you mean something that she won’t remember?”

  Maxine giggled as they carried on walking. “I got some of that rape drug didn’t I? One of the lads brought it in before so I popped it into her drink. We can do whatever we want to the hussy and she won’t remember a fucking thing.” Tina looked shocked but as she looked at Tracy she knew the home-wrecker deserved everything that was coming to her.

  Tina opened her front door. She’d had to get Maxine to hold Tracy up on her own whilst she searched for her keys in her pocket. Once she opened the door she helped bring her inside. Throwing her lifeless body onto the sofa they both sat back looking at her exhausted. Tina and Maxine now burst out laughing.

  “Get me a fucking drink I’m knackered,” Maxine moaned. Tina entered the kitchen and searched the fridge for a nice cold drink. All she could find was a full bottle of Vodka. Grabbing it from the fridge she swigged at it and went back to the living room. Maxine was now sat admiring Steven’s tattoo stuff. Everything was set up and ready to use. Tina joined her.

  “Ay if you want a tattoo I can do you one. I’ve been practicing.”

  Maxine smiled and spoke in a cocky voice. “Oh have you now. So are you telling me you can use this stuff then?” Maxine was holding the tattoo gun in her hands and twisting it slowly in her fingers.

  “Yeah Steven’s been showing me for a while now and I think I’m ready to have a go on a real person.” Maxine turned her head slowly towards the sofa. She didn’t speak for a few seconds and Tina wanted to know what was wrong with her. “I can do it, don’t you believe me?” She was now grabbing at Maxine’s arm. “Orr go on let me have a go on you.” Maxine slowly grabbed the Vodka from her hand and took a big massive gulp. Once the bottle came from her mouth she spoke.

  “Let’s tattoo that slag.” Tina followed her eyes to Tracy.

  “What tattoo Tracy?” she asked with caution in her voice. Maxine was already pulling Tracy towards her.

  “Yeah we’ll show her not to fuck about with stuff that doesn’t belong to her.”

  Tina paused she looked apprehensive. “Fuck it. Get her over here then.” She now helped get Tracy in the position for the tattoo. Once she was lay at the side of them, Tina looked at Maxine.

  “What desi
gn do you think she should have?” Tina asked as she necked more alcohol.

  “Design! Fuck that she’s having no design just write ‘Slut’ on her face.”

  Tina asked her to repeat what she’d just said. Once she’d heard her right, she dug the tattooing needle deep into Sandra’s sister’s face. Tracy moved about underneath her but Maxine held her face so she couldn’t move anymore.

  The girls drank more and more vodka. Before long the words could be seen on Tracy’s cheek bone. The both looked at the design and looked proud of their work. Maxine stood quickly and ran to the bathroom. When she came back she was holding a razor in her hands. “Right just let’s give her a new design.” She quickly scraped the razor into her fringe and took it back to the middle of her head. Tracy looked a mess. As they both giggled Maxine told Tina they would have to get her home now before anyone started missing her. They planned to leave her in the front garden of her parent’s house. Tina and Maxine made a pact that this was their secret and no matter what happened they would never tell anyone about how they’d abused Sandra’s sister. They smoked a few cigs and finally set off to deliver the faulty goods back to her house. Tina and Maxine now searched for big coats. They needed to make sure no one could ever identify them and dressed for the occasion.

  *

  Sandra finished her drink. Checking her watch she knew it was time she was heading home. James was more than willing to walk her but she declined. As he grabbed his coat he walked outside with her. The moonlight now seemed magical and seemed to draw the two of them together. James pulled her out of sight and sunk his sexy lips onto hers. Sandra didn’t fight him and enjoyed the moment. She felt like she was back at school and gripped him closer. His lips felt soft and the way he kissed her made her feel like taking him somewhere and shagging his brains out. As she kissed him she could feel his erect trouser missile pressing against her. She wanted him so much and tried her best to fight her feelings. James now held one hand over her head as she stood up against the wall.

  “Do you want to come back to my place? We can have a good laugh. Not for sex or out, just a talk.”

  Sandra smiled and thought she would have a bit of fun with him. “If there’s no sex I’m not coming back with you. What do I want to talk for?”

  He could see by her face she was having a laugh and raised her up off the ground. He was so strong and she felt protected by him. “Are you coming or what then?” His eyes stared into hers and she was a prisoner of the moment.

  “Course I am you dick-head.” He kissed her again and this time he used his tongue. Sandra felt on fire inside. They both laughed as he stepped onto the main road and flagged a taxi. Sandra didn’t have a care in the world now and she was living for the moment. This was the start of the new her. No more hang ups just fun, fun, fun.

  Sandra was still pissed and when they got to James house she still felt on fire. As they entered his house, they both set about each other like there was no tomorrow. He couldn’t get her black dress off fast enough and they both laughed when it got stuck going over her head.

  The house smelt of flowers and everywhere looked clean and tidy. Leading her into the bedroom she looked around in amazement. “Fuck me it’s so clean. Do you live here on your own?” He nodded as she continued. “Are you fucking gay or something? No man can clean like this.”

  Gripping her by the waist he pulled her onto the bed. “You’re so cheeky Sandra. I love the way you just say it how it is.” Her laughter could be heard throughout the bedroom. As he stroked her legs she looked horrified. She just remembered she had her period knickers on. She wasn’t on her period or anything she just grabbed them because they were the nearest pair at the time. James could see that something was wrong and enquired what was troubling her. She bit onto her tongue and smiled.

  “Fuck it” she thought and told him straight. “I’ve got the worst knickers on you have ever seen. I didn’t think anyone was going to be looking at them. So I just shoved on my Old Faithfuls.”

  He looked as if he was going to burst with laughter but he kept a straight face. “Oh it doesn’t matter. Just as long as your bush is trimmed, we can move on.” Her hands now covered her eyes. She remembered that her lady garden hadn’t been trimmed for months. Why should she cut it just for Kevin? After all he just fucked her and never took the time to even look at her muffin. She removed her hands from her face.

  “James I’m a walking wreck. Can’t we do this some other time when I’m more prepared?” His hand stroked her face.

  “Sandra do you think I give a flying fuck about what your knickers are like or how big your bush is, because I don’t. I like you for being you, nothing else.” Sandra listened to his words. She would store them in her mind vault and remember them forever. Kevin had never spoken to her like that. Not even when they first met. They both melted into each other’s arms and before long he was caressing her body. Sandra cringed when James ran his fingers across her lower stomach area. Her stretch marks were in full view and he didn’t seem to care about them and at one point he kissed them.

  Sandra felt loved and special. She responded to his every touch and became the porn star she’d always wanted to be. Sitting on top of him, she grinded down on his erect penis. She watched as his face changed with excitement. Her moves had come from nowhere and she was surprised at herself at how much of a good lover she really was.

  Sex was brilliant. As they finished they lay exhausted in each other’s arms. The room was warm and her face was on fire. Throwing his body flat onto the bed he turned her face towards him. “That was amazing Sandra. I’m not being crude or anything but you are one horny fucker.” She dug her head inside his waist with embarrassment. James started to joke with her. “My ball- bag must have been massive. I’ve not had sex for months. Do you need a towel or anything I bet you’re covered in bob monk?”

  Sandra screamed laughing. “You cheeky fucker. What are you saying!”

  James back-pedalled. “No, I’m just saying I don’t sleep with anyone. I am quite picky.” He was forgiven and James lit two cigarettes. Passing Sandra one he stared up towards the ceiling. “Well I’ll tell you more about me and you can get to know me a bit better.” She felt cheap. He was right, she’d only known him a short time and there she was bouncing about on his cock. She pulled the blankets over her body feeling ashamed of her actions. What was wrong with her, since when had she been so easy to get into bed. Her thoughts were over the place and James could tell she was regretting her night of passion. “I don’t want this to be a one night stand Sandra, I would love to see you again. I know you’re married and all that, but if you tell me it’s over and you don’t love him anymore then that’s fine by me.”

  Sandra rolled his words around in her mind. She didn’t love Kevin anymore he’d been shagging her sister so how could she ever love him again? Taking his masculine hand she squeezed it and rested her head onto his chest. She didn’t want to look at him when she confessed how much of a mess her life was in. Her words were endearing and she found him so easy to talk to. She told him everything about her life and how her husband had treated her over the years.

  James sighed and shook his head and asked the question she’d asked herself a million times in the past. “Why do you put up with him? Why haven’t you left him, the prick?”

  Her face was regretful and she hunched her shoulders. With a big gasp of her breath she tried to explain her life style. “It’s not as easy as all that, James. We have kids together and I just thought… Well I don’t know what I thought. I just thought it would get better in time but it never did.”

  He cradled her and his face looked angry. “Just fucking leave him. I’m not saying come and live with me. I’m just saying if he’s not changed over all these years he never will. Leopard and spots and all that.”

  Sandra looked at the clock at the side of the bed. She bounced up as if she’d had an electric shock. “Fucking hell. Is that the time?” James watched her as she picked her clothes up from the
floor. She was mumbling under her breath. Once she was dressed she stood at the side of the bed staring at him. “Listen I’ll be in touch. I like you a lot. And as for jumping in bed with you on the first night, that is so not who I am. I just…”

  He smiled and interrupted her. “Here is my mobile phone number. Phone me when you can.” He passed her a small white business card that he’d got from the drawer at the side of the bed. As her eyes quickly scanned the number she read his job title. “Business Developer.”

  “Posh fucker you, aren’t ya?” she giggled. He tried to grab her back onto the bed but she moved away laughing. “Right James I’ll be in touch. Don’t miss me too much ay.” She quickly bent over towards him and kissed him goodbye. She let herself out.

  Walking from his driveway she was in a panic. It was nearly four in the morning. What the fuck would she tell Kevin about her whereabouts? Her heels clicked along the pavement as she made her way down the garden path towards a taxi.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Kevin sat watching the clock tick away. He was in severe pain and needed Sandra by his side. His son had tried to come in the bedroom earlier but he’d stood behind the door and told him he was busy. That was all he needed, his son knowing all his business. He was filled with anger, rage was pumping through his veins. Where the fuck was his wife? She’d never been in this late before and if his body wasn’t in such a state he would have gone out searching the streets looking for her. He was shaking in pain and a few times he thought his life was going to end. The sound of the front door could be heard. Lifting his aching body from the bed he tried to sit up.

  Sandra tiptoed up the stairs. “Please be asleep” she mumbled under her breath. Every stair made a noise and she cursed at them as she made her way to the top. “Fucking noisy bastard stairs.” Her breath was struggling now and she inhaled deeply before entering the bedroom. The small bedside light gave off just enough light to see her husband sat up in bed. She didn’t give him any eye contact and sighed as she sat on the side of the bed taking her shoes off. “That fucking sister of mine she spoilt our night. Pissed out of her head she was.” He wasn’t listening and started to cough. Turning her head she looked at him. Her face was in shock. “What the fuck” she said standing up and walking round to his side of the bed. “Kevin, what’s happened? Who’s done this to you?”