by Lovell, Dani
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I smile and stretch as I throw the covers back and climb out of bed, ready for my morning at work. Bea, Oliver and I are all taking a half day to take Alexia out for a nice, long British pub lunch somewhere and I’m really looking forward to it. I didn’t get much of a chance to catch up with her last night, and I’ll leave her to sleep this morning, I’m sure she’s timed it to perfection so she doesn’t suffer too much from jet lag. Unlike me!
As I finish throwing the last of the million scatter cushions on my nicely made bed, my phone chimes again and I grin, expectantly.
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Oliver 15AUG 07:14
I was lonely without you, too. Having a shower is just no fun without someone to wash your dangly bits. Yes, we’ll definitely tell everyone - maybe even this week? We have to talk - maybe we’ll get a chance later, if not I’ll call you tonight. The parents have to know first. Now, as for your outfit… hmm… that table better have strong legs because you’re gonna get it. xXx
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I laugh out loud at his ‘dangly’ comment before feeling a surge of excitement about being able to tell everyone and then a totally different type of excitement at being told I’m ‘gonna get it’. Oh…yes.
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15AUG 07:15
DEFINITELY THIS WEEK! Aagh! I’m so excited to be able to be together, but so scared of how everyone will react. If we get a chance to chat during/after lunch - super. If not, I’ll talk to you tonight about it. But I’m really sad you won’t really be able to give it to me over the table. Me horny. Me want Oliver love :-( xxxx
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Oliver 15AUG 07:15
Oliver want Clare love too :-( Horny Clare = Happy Olly. :-D Go and get ready for work, Mrs. Hart. Another thing we can do when we tell everyone… change that name so we match :-) LOVE YOU, see you later xxx
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15AUG 07:16
Happy Olly = Loved up wife. Okay, okay, slave driver, going to get ready now. Can’t wait to be your Mrs. Hart, officially. Love you xxxx
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Deliriously happy, I practically skip to the bathroom to begin my morning routine… my ‘maisonette' morning routine, which differs slightly to my ‘Oliver’s house’ morning routine. It’s not long before I’m out the door and driving to work in my lovely little car, singing along - probably unnecessarily loudly, to the radio.
I think back to his comment about babies… I just love that he wants one soon. I’m not sure if he wants one soon because he wants one soon, or because he knows how much I want one, but I love him for wanting it for either reason, because I know he is looking forward to being a dad. I’m due on my period in the next couple of days, which puts an end to any sexing for a while, but I wonder if maybe I won’t have it… Okay, ‘wonder’ - more like wishful thinking.
We have had sex a couple of times without a condom, and so far nothing has happened, which doesn’t surprise me in the slightest, I probably wasn’t at my most fertile at those moments… but there is a slight chance we could have made a baby this month. If we haven’t, that’s fine, we will do it properly soon, the way we planned, but if we have… I’ll be so happy. I can’t wait for that day that we do a pregnancy test and see a positive result. It’s something I’ve dreamt about for years.
Another thing that excites me is our beautiful rings. They arrived at Oliver’s house about a month ago, but I haven’t even taken a glimpse at them yet - I’m waiting until we can wear them officially. I even told Oliver to hide them somewhere so I’m not tempted to open the boxes and see the platinum and diamonds sparkling away. I still wear the original ring when I’m not around anybody - like now, for instance, but it’s the new rings that are our ‘proper’ wedding rings - according to Oliver and I, so they’re the ones I’m looking forward to slipping onto my finger for forever.
My morning at work is great. I have a couple of appointments with brides to discuss their cake designs, first thing, and afterwards, Bea takes over at the front counter while I start the more therapeutic job of decorating a beautiful wedding cake with tiny, handmade, white sugar carnations. It’s a very intricate job, but my favourite kind, it gives me time to think about my lovely Oliver. Yes, I’m sickeningly in love, and I’m so ready to shout it from the rooftops.
By one o’clock, I’m packing my things away, washing up and getting ready for Oliver to pick us up. We’ll be going to my house, via Bea’s so she can change out of her sugary work clothes, to pick up Alexia. I’m looking forward to getting out of these clothes too, working with icing sugar always makes me feel dirty.
When I’m ready, I head to the front of the shop and Bea slips past me in the opposite direction. “Olly’s outside, I’m just going to wash my hands and get my stuff - meet you out there.”
“Okay, doll,” I say merrily and bid farewell to the other girls before breezing through the door and straight into the back door of my husband’s giant car.
“Hey sexy!” I say, happily.
“Hey gorgeous girl, where’s Bea?”
“Washing her hands and getting her stuff. So while I have a few seconds alone with you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I want to tear your clothes off and make hot, passionate love to you. I love you, I love you.”
He laughs, gorgeously. “And all that back at you. Why do you always sit in the back? You always let whoever else we’re travelling with sit in the front.”
“I know, manners innit,” I respond, jovially.
“I love that you’re always in a contagiously happy mood.”
“Me, too. It’s ‘cause I’m married to you. I love you.”
He laughs again, loudly. “I love you, too! She’s coming… just know I’m going to fuck you rotten as soon as I get a chance…” he says in the deepest, sexiest, naughtiest tone you’ve ever heard. Grr.
Bea immediately opens the door and climbs up into the car. “Hi, Olly! You okay?”
“Fantastic, thank you.”
We head back to drop Bea off at her apartment and once she’s gone inside, I clamber over the seats and sit in the front next to Oliver.
“Hi again.”
“Hi, Clarey. I like you up here,” he says as we drive away, his hand resting on mine briefly, between gear changes.
“Me, too.” As we pull out of her development and past the station, just before my place, I have an idea. “Pull over.”
“Huh?” he asks.
“Just pull over here, just quickly.”
He smiles, knowingly and pulls over. I have a quick look around us - it’s a residential area so there aren’t that many people about, but I want to make sure no one we know is anywhere near. Confirming that the coast is clear, I unfasten my seatbelt and climb over to step in between his legs and I sit on one of his thighs, my hands around his neck. I extend my legs for comfort across the centre console and rest fully on his lap.
“Ooh, a cuddle from my girl, huh?”
“Yep,” I say surely, planting a long kiss on his perfectly soft lips. His arms wrap tightly around me and he grins, growling.
“You’re amazing, you know? I might have had a face like a slapped arse earlier, but the minute you step into my world again I’m on cloud nine.”
“Come on Ol, the only time I’ve ever seen you with a face like a slapped arse, you were with… her. You’re always happy - you keep me happy.”
“Well then, I’m glad we feed each other with it. You better give me one more kiss before we go to get Alexia, Bea will be wondering where we got to if we take much longer.”
“Okay,” I say, smiling and slowly nearing his beautiful face, brushing his lips with mine.
“Uh…” he moans, closing his eyes as I caress his mouth. Watching him is so arousing, he’s so handsome at the best of times but seeing him like this - consumed by me… it’s hot.
I rest my hand on his chest, the other around the back of his neck, and I slip it down his front, slowly. When I get to his belt buckle, I simply glide over it,
slyly, until my hand is gloriously resting on his tempting erection. His eyes shoot open, along with his mouth, as he looks at me. “Cheeky…”
“Uh huh… I just want you. If I can’t have you - I want to at least feel you…”
“I want to feel you, too…”
I grin and grip him firmly, before kissing his lips softly, sighing, and releasing him again, not wanting to get too carried away. “I just had to make the most of this time, and that’s as far as I could go.”
“I liked it… but I do want to go further… we’ll have to think of something.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile, climbing off his lap and back into my seat. “Until later.”
We drive a few more metres down the road to the maisonette and pick up Alexia, who as always, is looking impeccably elegant even in her casual clothes - if they could be called that. Her skinny jeans are the type that look extremely expensive and fit like they’ve been tailor made… maybe they have. Muffin tops and thigh bulges are certainly not something one would ever catch Alexia displaying. Her floaty, white silk blouse is tucked into her waist band and her fitted, navy suit jacket matches her suede flats to perfection. I’ve noticed she wears a lot of navy and it suits her so well… she’s so polished.
I change into some high-waisted black capri pants, ballet pumps and a short, pale pink, loose-fitted, short-sleeved sweater that slightly bares my midriff. I love a sixties look, I remember seeing a very similar outfit in one of the old ‘Elvis’ films in a pastel yellow and have tried to recreate the look ever since. This is as close as I could get.
I chat with Alexia non-stop as she sits in the front next to Oliver. I love her, she’s such a great, stimulating conversationalist and a lot more girly and chatty than one might think when they first meet her.
We collect Bea, and Oliver drives us all to a lovely, little, quaint, country pub in Chorleywood, a village on the other side of Rickmansworth. Exactly the type of place that Alexia was hoping for; traditional, low, beamed ceilings and that cosy kind of ambience that you will only find in a true, English pub. A nice one.
It’s a shame that Daniel couldn’t make it, but he had to go straight back to work today, we’re not all a bunch of skivers.
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The afternoon absolutely flies by and by five o’clock, we’re still sitting in the pub, all three girls a little bit sloshed. Oliver, the designated driver is the perfect gentleman, sitting back, watching and listening in amusement to our tipsy babble. He nips to the toilet and I get an idea… No… not that kind, just because we’ve done it in a toilet twice, doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with them.
I pull out my phone and decide to send a sly message.
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15AUG 17:07
Hey, sexy! You’re so hot. I want to suck your dick under the table. RIGHT NOW. Xx
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I quietly giggle to myself and drop my phone in my lap to wait for a response.
“What’s funny?” Bea asks with a grin, hoping for a tale.
“Oh, no. Nothing, I just… nothing.” I say flapping my hand, attempting to deter her from the conversation. She looks as if she’s about to persist, but Oliver returns and offers to buy another round, which of course we all accept, gratefully, and it starts a whole new conversation about wine percentage and origin.
Oliver glances at me and pouts ever so slightly, giving me just that slight indication that he read my text. I’m holding the grin off my face… I’m probably just smirking a little but that could easily be disguised as a squiffy smile. Alcohol is a great excuse for things like that, really. Never thought about it before. Shh, Clare. Drunken tangent.
My phone chimes and I check it in anticipation, correctly assuming it’s Oliver, texting from the bar.
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Oliver 15AUG 17:13
It’s a shame my dick isn’t under the table right now then, he’d have liked that. Is my gorgeous girl a little bit drunk? You know I love you when you’re drunk… you let me do lots of naughty, naughty things to you ;-)
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I hit reply immediately, not in the slightest involved in Bea and Alexia’s conversation.
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15AUG 17:14
I let you do naughty, naughty things to me when I’m not drunk, too. You love me however I am because I’m irresistible. Come back and sit next to me, I want to put my hand on your willy.
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I hit send and look over at him leaning against the bar, watching as he looks at his phone and laughs out loud. He stands straight, slips his phone back in his pocket and collects the tray of wine and water. Once he’s placed it on the table in front of us, he sits next to me and smiles. I realise I’m flirting, really quite obviously, and I need to reign it in before the girls notice.
I really want to touch his leg. Like really want to touch his leg! But Alexia is right there - she’d see, without a doubt, damn it. I reach for my phone and type another message for him.
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15AUG 17:17
How can we be alone tonight? I want to be naked with you SOOOO BAAAAADLY. It’s so difficult sitting at the table with you while you’re eyeing me up like that and not being able to do anything about it. xx
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I stand and excuse myself to head to the ladies again. I think I should stop drinking now or I’ll be peeing like a race horse later. Oh gosh, I am drunk.
When I return, Oliver is standing up and I frown. “What’s going on?” I ask, “Are we going already?”
“Oh. no…” Bea starts, “I just got a text from Jessica, she said the pipe under the sink was leaking when she left so Oliver’s going down to check on it now so we know it’s alright overnight. Do you fancy going with him to open up and do the alarm? Or shall I?”
Bonus! Thank you, Universe!
“Oh, I don’t mine going, I think I’ve had enough, to be honest - I’m feeling a bit squiffy.”
Bea smirks slightly, confusing me before responding. “Oh great, thanks doll. I thought you might be a little on the tipsy side…”
Why? Do I look drunk or something? “Oh, okay. No worries.”
“I’ll be back when I’ve sorted it to pick you up, okay?” Oliver says.
“We can make our own way back, Ols.”
“No, I’m taking Clare back so I may as well come back and get you - it’s only down the road. See you in a bit.”
“Okay, thanks, love you two!” she says as I wave and follow Oliver out of the door.
As we walk across the car park, he looks at me with a cheeky grin and wiggles his eyebrows. “Result!”
“I know! How is that for timing?”
“Timing?” he asks.
“Yeah - my last text about finding a way to be alone…”
“Um…” he says, stopping to check his phone, “no… haven’t got that yet.”
“What?” I ask, suddenly feeling a bit panicked. I climb into his car and search in my bag for my phone and I hear it chime as Oliver pulls away and onto the road.
When I finally get hold of it, my heart races at the notification of a new text from Bea.
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Bumble Bea 15AUG 17:28
I’m sorry, baby, I just can’t help it - you know how I react when you flutter those long lashes at me. I’ll find a way for us to be alone, I just can’t wait to have a girl on girl naked moment with you, you DIRTY, SEXY BEAST! LOL, there’s no leak but have fun at the Cakery anyway, don’t do anything I haven’t already done there ‘out of hours’ :-/. Enjoy the ‘burst pipe’… bleugh, I can’t believe I just said that referring to my own brother… oh god - get me another drink! (ps… anti-bac EVERYTHING you disgusting animals) xxxx
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I gasp loudly and slap my hand over my mouth.
“What? What’s the matter?” Oliver asks, worried.
“I sent it to Bea…” I whisper, looking at his face in horror.
“What?!” he cries, “How? What did it say?”
“She was below you on my recent messages list… I must ha
ve pressed her name and not realised… Oh god, Oh… um… shit I can’t remember what it said…” I say in a flap.
“”Darling, calm down - just scroll up on the conversation…”
“Oh.” I scroll back up, looking at the message I sent. “Oh phew - it’s okay, I didn’t say anything about us being ‘us’ but it is still so, super embarrassing.”
I read the text out to him, followed by Bea’s response, and he laughs his head off. “It’s okay, darling. She just thinks you’re drunk and we’re going to have a sex session. She doesn’t know. It was nice of her to send us off for some… eur. I don’t want to think about my sister knowing I’m… eur.”
Now it’s my chance to giggle. “So… that means there’s no burst pipe?”
“Not except the one I’m going to have…”
“So… as we’re right here,” I say, as we drive along the road that leads to his, “why don’t we just go to yours quickly?”
“Done.”
So of course, we’re pulling onto his driveway in no time and rushing into the house. My clothes are off before I even leave the hallway and as he rapidly rips his own off; he walks me into the lounge until I fall backwards onto his sofa, Oliver following me down with only his underpants on.
“Oh my god, Oliver, I’m so horny…”
“Shh…” he says, climbing on top of me and harshly, divinely pressing his lips against mine. His tongue moves fervently, and I lap it up, rippling mine with it, brushing his lips occasionally.
I slide my hands down his sides to his pants as my bare feet travel up his legs to his thighs. Pushing his pants down, I take care not to catch them on his erection and I help them further with my feet so he’s on top of me on the sofa, totally naked. Oh god, I love it.
He pulls back from the kiss to gaze at my face and uses his fingers to brush the hair away from my eyes. He smiles gorgeously, his eyes fixed on mine. “I love you so much,” he whispers, “you are my everything.”
I smile, shyly before putting both of my hands around the sides and back of his neck. “I’m not going anywhere, Oliver. Love me like that, forever.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, I think someone up there ensured that was going to happen long before we even got together.”
