We eat out on the veranda. It’s so pleasant looking out over green fields and we’re only about twenty minutes walk from the front. I offer to take the car, but Katy reminds me that we need to use as little petrol as possible and that it’s a lovely warm night anyway.
She shows me Skeg-vegas as she calls it. I feel really bad that we can’t do pitch and putt, or visit the model village. There’s a massive amusements on the front and we manage to find a handful of coins to put back in the machines, but it’s not what she wanted me to see.
'My favourite is the seal sanctuary,' she says with a shy smile. 'It’s right down there though. No point in us walking all that way when it’s probably closed now, and we can’t go anyway.'
'When I have a job.' I say, realising that I DO have a job, subject to references and thankfully I haven’t included the Headmaster of the last school, ‘I will bring you back here and you can show me the place properly. I want the full Skeg-vegas experience.'
She laughs. 'Okay, you’re on.'
We walk back to the caravan.
'It’s only nine. What are we going to do now?' She asks.
'Saturday night television and if it’s a half decent caravan, there’ll be tons of board games in the cupboard.’
Her face flashes with panic.
'No drunk Jenga, I promise.' I say in reassurance. She’s a nervy little kitty tonight.
We get back to the caravan and I think I need to make it clear to her that despite what happened there’s no pressure for anything more. She’s obviously scared I’m going to jump her the minute her guard is down.
'Look, Katy. Last night I know we crossed a line and you’re a little uncomfortable about it. I’m not. I enjoyed it and well, to be honest, when all this is done I’d quite like to take you out on a date, if you’re up for it.' She starts to speak but I hold up my hand. 'You don’t have to say anything now. If you said no it would put pressure on the rest of our days. Our focus is the interviews, I know. I’m going to sleep in the twin room tonight and you take the double on the end, okay?'
She nods her head. 'Thank you.'
'Right. Can we play KerPlunk now? I used to bloody love that game when I was small.'
Katy
Felix has been amazing. He was so gentlemanly and polite about what happened. He kind of cemented what I was feeling. I don’t want anything upsetting our travels and potential career opportunities. That said, it’s been lovely to have a weekend without an interview. Last night it was nice to just sit, chill, and chat, while we watched TV and played games.
But God I was so lonely in my bed without him last night. In fact, I have absolutely no wish to stay in bed and have a lie in when I know he’s out there. I’ll make us both a cup of tea and some toast.
I get out of bed and dressed but realise as I pass Felix’s bedroom door that he’s already gone. Oh. He’s left me a note.
Gone to caravan early to try to get finished as soon as possible. If you are up in time and fancy helping me varnish, then bring your lovely self over with a nice cuppa (pretty please).
We’ve been in the caravan for an hour working when there’s a knock at the door. It opens and a middle-aged man walks in, his arm outstretched.
'Well, hello there. You must be Felix and Katy. I’m Bill, Mavis’ husband. Sorry I didn’t get chance to come and say hello yesterday. I spend most of my time up in Scarborough.'
'Hi.' I shake his hand. 'Lovely to meet you.'
Felix rubs his hands down himself and does the same.
'I’m much obliged to you for this, son.' Says Bill. 'We’re trying to get them done with a quick turnaround, but we keep being let down by folks.'
'Well, we’re much obliged for the use of the caravan for a couple of nights.' Felix tells him, as polite as pie.
'Yeah, Mavis was saying that you were down on your luck a little. She got the job, you know?’
Of course she bloody did.
‘So she knew you two didn’t. Listen,' he says, looking at his feet. 'We were talking and we want you to have this as well, for helping.' He reaches into his pocket and holds out a twenty-pound note.
'No mate,' Felix says with a shake of his head. 'You’ve given us the caravan and that’s enough.'
Bill looks around the caravan. 'I understand you being a man of pride and I respect that. So how about you earn it by giving the cupboards in the bedroom a coat of varnish too?'
Felix looks at him as if torn. ‘Oh, go on then.’
'We’ve got twenty quid!' I dance around the caravan once Bill has left. 'We’re rich! Totally and utterly rich.'
Felix laughs. ‘What has our life come to when twenty quid is like winning the lottery?’
I snort a laugh. 'We’re going to have the best rest of the day and evening ever.'
'Now,’ he says, clapping his hands together, ‘let’s get this varnishing finished and then we can go enjoy ourselves. On a budget, of course.'
First, I show Felix the seal sanctuary. We can’t go in because it would waste our money and food is more important, but we still manage to see the adult seals through the door and a couple of meerkats. There’s a gift shop around the reception so Felix drags me in saying he’ll treat me to a cheap souvenir.
I choose a cheap pen with a seal on it as it will at least be useful. As we’ve just finished paying, another staff member comes up to the gift shop and takes over. As soon as the original assistant has left, Felix says to the new one, 'Do we just go through this door?'
'Yes, love,' she says, her eyes glancing over the receipt in his hand.
Oh my God, what is he doing? I follow him through the doors. 'Oh my God, Felix, I feel so bad because this is a charity.'
'Well, when you’re working send them a donation. But for now, show me around the place you like so much.'
I want to tell him off, berate him a little, but instead I squeal with excitement. I drag him round showing him the cute meercats, the guinea pigs, the seal hospital, but mainly the damn cute seals.
'They’re just the best thing ever, aren’t they?!' I tell him.
He nods, a smile on his face.
There’s a café and we use £5 of our money to get some lunch and a drink. The sun is beating down on us as we sit outside the café. It’s just blissful.
'Oh this is the life.' I tell Felix. 'Sitting in the sunshine and relaxing.'
'But after this relaxing, can we go to the fair please?' He pouts. 'I want a bit of the hustle and bustle.'
'Okay and you can spend £1.50, like I did on my pen.' I tell him. 'That will leave us with £12, right?'
'Yup.'
'Well there’s a tin of spaghetti left so we can make do with that for tea. We could stretch to a loaf?' I query. I can’t believe I’m asking if we can buy bread. It sucks to be poor.
'Let’s worry about that later. For now we’re at the seaside, our stomachs are full and we’re around the cutest animals ever. Get your fill and then it’s off to the fair because I have £1.50 to spend and I’m very excited about it.'
Felix follows me round while I spend another hour wishing I could have a pet seal. Maybe when I get a job.
After that we walk up to the fun fair. It’s busy with music playing loudly.
'So what do you want to do with your money?' I ask him.
'I don’t know yet.' He shouts back in my ear. ‘But I think we should do some more dares. Get you out of your comfort zone.'
I laugh. 'Like what?'
'Like, go up to that group over there.' He points to what looks like a large family with several adults and kids, 'and fly around them with your arms outstretched making aeroplane noises.'
'What?' I gasp. 'You’re crazy.'
'You’re chicken.' He taunts. ‘I knew you wouldn’t do it.’
I look back over at the family, 'and if I do this? What’s my reward?'
He grins, danger dancing in his eyes. 'You can dare me.'
Hmm, I could give him a real humdinger.
I take off, already with my
arms outstretched and making noises before I get to them. I bump into several people who tutt at me, but I don’t care. I’m in the zone.
'Neeooooooooooooooowwwwwwww.' I sweep past. One of the little boys in the group laughs and copies me.
'Elliott, stop it, stand still,' says his mum, giving me a dirty look. I do a final sweep just to piss her off before ‘flying’ back to Felix.
He claps on my return, smiling at me fondly. 'How do you feel right now, Miss Cornish? After your flight?'
'Exhilarated.' I tell him, throwing my arms up into the sky. 'Maybe a little jet lagged. Right, your turn.' I whisper the dare in his ear.
'Oh my God. You can’t be serious.' He says to me, his eyes widened in horror. 'Please don’t make me do that.' I point at the food kiosk and walk over with him. We wait in the queue for a few minutes.
'Yes, love?' Says a woman in her mid-thirties and poor Felix, she happens to have a big rack. 'Hmmm, could you tell me how big your breasts are?' Felix deadpans, squirming only ever so slightly. I’m impressed at his front.
The woman looks at him horrified. 'I beg your pardon?'
'The chicken breasts.' He says, cool as a cucumber.
'Oh,' replies the woman, 'we only do drumsticks, love.'
'Oh,' he says back, 'Never mind. I’m a breast man.' Then we walk off.
Out of earshot we start giggling. I can’t believe he did it so well!
'This is so much fun, and it’s free.' I tell him, jumping up and down from the adrenaline.
We walk up the sea front enjoying the day. Felix stops outside one of those grabbing machines where you can play until you win a prize. Inside is a toy seal. It’s £2.
'Can I use an extra 50p please?' He asks with puppy dog eyes.
'Okay then. Remaining budget £11.50.' I inform him.
It takes him four tries before my fluffy seal drops down.
He hands it to me. 'I’m sorry you can’t have a real one, but here’s a toy one. You can keep it and think of me.'
I can’t help but beam back at him. He can be so cute sometimes.
'Not think of the sanctuary?' I ask jokingly, raising an eyebrow. 'Think of you?'
'Hey, I’m cute and cuddly as well,' he insists, bumping my shoulder.
God, I am in serious trouble of falling for this man.
'Now are you ready to go back to the van?’ he asks. ‘I’ve had an idea for tea.'
When we get back and open the door we’re surprised to find a bottle of white wine on the table along with a 4-pack of beers. Against them is a note saying ‘Thanks again. Bill & Mavis.’
And to think I judged that sweet hearted woman.
'Bloody hell, that’s awesome.' Felix says. 'I could murder a beer.' He opens it and starts drinking in seconds.
I pour myself a glass of white wine and we sit out on our balcony watching the sun set.
'So, after the interviews in the morning, what are we going to do about somewhere to sleep in Newcastle? Do you think there’ll be somewhere we can park up and sleep in the car?'
'I have an old Uni friend who lives in Newcastle, remember? I’ll Facebook her tonight. See if she knows anywhere we can hang.'
'Her?' I ask, feeling my neck stiffen. It shouldn’t bother me that it’s a woman, but the newly obsessed Katy can’t help but feel upset.
'Yeah, Eloise.’ He smiles at the memory of her. ‘She was such a riot.'
Such a riot. Code for slag he used to shag. I hate her already.
'Did you and her, you know?' I ask, as vaguely and unbothered as possible. I already know the answer. They definitely shagged.
Felix turns to me, his gaze lingering over me for a second or two longer than necessary.
'We had a snog a couple of times, but nothing more.’ I raise my eyebrows, warning him not to lie to me. ‘Well… maybe I groped her tit too.'
'Lovely!' I laugh.
'Right.' Felix gets up from his seat. 'Get the spaghetti cooked. I’ll be back.'
He wanders off and I watch him moving away, my eyes firmly fixed on his butt as he walks. God, he’s fit. Sighing, I go to cook the spaghetti.
I have two plates warming up on which to split the one pathetic tin of spaghetti when Felix comes back through the door with a large white paper bag.
'What’s that?' I ask, worrying about our budget. 'We really shouldn’t spend any more money.'
'I haven’t.' He beams. 'I called at the chip shop on site and asked for scraps. We’ve got loads.'
I laugh. ‘Look at you getting into the scraps.’
‘Who knew they were so delicious?’ he shrugs.
I pour out the spag and he adds half a plate of scraps each. Then he tells me to carry the plates outside while he refills my glass and opens another can of beer.
'After you can have your blueberry muffin or an apple from earlier,' he says with a grin.
'We’re living the high life, Felix.' I tell him, smiling playfully at him.
'We’re eating utter crap and yet I’m the happiest I’ve been for a long time,' Felix says with a sincere smile. 'That’s what I’m finding the strangest thing.'
'Yeah, I feel the same,' I agree. 'Stupid, isn’t it?'
We sit in the heat on the veranda enjoying our spaghetti, scraps, and drinks. After clearing away the plates Felix brings out the other beers and the wine.
'You can have a beer you know, I’ve not claimed them all,' he says as I refill my wine.
'Nah, I’m enjoying this. Unless you want some wine?'
He shakes his head to say no.
I can’t help but be intrigued as to why he’s such a manwhore. I mean, I get that men have dicks they want to get wet, but why in our school? Where he works? It seems so unprofessional.
'So why have you slept with so many women at school?' I ask him, unable to stop myself. ‘It was gonna have to be time for you to move on soon anyway, right? You can’t dip your pen in the company ink.’ I laugh at my own joke.
'I haven’t,' he says defensively. ‘And I wish gossips like you wouldn’t spread that shit around.’
Wow. That hit a nerve.
He sighs, running his hand through his hair. 'But I did at the school before that and my reputation followed me.' He admits.
'So you are a manwhore.' I tease.
'Was. For a while.' He clarifies. There’s a pause, while he takes a swig of beer and sweeps his tongue across his top lip. 'I had a bad break up. We’d been together for six years. Her and our families were pushing for us to get married and I know she wanted it too, but something kept stopping me from proposing. I ended it and it was nasty. She trashed my things and dragged my name through the mud. I didn’t want to go through anything like that again and so I set out to just have some fun. And I did.'
Wowzas. He was in a six-year relationship? And from the sounds of it not a particularly healthy one. No wonder he didn’t want anything to do with women after that. Well, apart from every hole being a goal.
I nod. 'I can understand that. Break ups are hard.'
I think back to Dick and everything I sacrificed for him. The amount of times I waited for him to watch another Game of Thrones episode when I was gagging to find out what happened. He always put his needs before mine.
'So maybe that’s what you need to do, you know, Katy?’ he suggests with a cheeky wink, obviously trying to lighten the mood. ‘That twat has been shagging your sister. Let loose yourself and enjoy life a little. Take all its pleasures by the balls.'
I take a sip of my wine, contemplating what he’s saying. Does he mean for me to turn into some slut on the hunt for dick?
'Wherever you end up working, you’re going to get a new group of men to flirt with, Kitty Kat.' He looks at me, his eyes finding mine. 'And I envy every single one of them already.'
Wow. His words speak straight to my vagina. Blame the wine, or the fact he mentioned my sister shagging Dick, but I need him right now.
I take hold of his hand and stand up. 'Come on.'
'Where are we going?' H
e asks, a frown marring his beautiful face.
I turn around and face him. 'Bedroom. You’re right; telling me to live life and enjoy it. You are exactly right. But if I want to live life to the fullest right now, then I have to have you.’
His eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.
‘I don’t care what happens in the future. But right now I’m sick of playing it safe. I want you inside me. It wasn’t the same without your body near mine last night. I want you, Felix.'
He chucks me over his shoulder and runs towards the bedroom.
‘You don’t have to ask me twice,’ he says with a slap of my bottom.
He plants my feet on the ground and we make hasty work of discarding our clothes. He pulls me towards him and fixes his mouth on mine, his plump lips warm and sensual. It feels right. Like he belongs there.
Lowering me to the bed he trails kisses all down my body, feeling between my thighs and finding my wet heat. After kissing and caressing each other for what seems like forever, Felix excuses himself to get a condom from his wallet. Back in the bedroom he sheathes himself and then climbing above me he pushes inside.
'Ohhh.'
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. He feels fucking amazing, filling me up completely.
Felix thrusts deep while I grasp his fine ass, feeling his muscles as he moves. We barely break off kissing throughout. I can feel my breasts against that taut abdomen, while his fingers trail up the side of my body causing goosebumps. His finger moves to caress my clit while he’s moving in and out of me and it’s not long before I’m done for, my climax exploding and milking his cock so he himself erupts.
Gasping for breath, we hold each other tight, kissing for a moment until Felix collapses at my side. 'That was amazing,' he tells me. 'You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that.'
Pulling me into his arms, I rest there for a while recovering. Until we’re ready for round two and round three and well, let’s just say that Felix has to use another £4 of our budget on a pack of three condoms from a vending machine in the bar on the caravan site. We finally fall asleep after round four.
The next morning it’s very tempting to not attend the interviews and just stay in bed and use the final two condoms, but we settle for a quickie and then hit the shower, packing up the car and hitting the road. We’ve one condom left, so I tell Felix that when we get to Newcastle I’ll look up their sexual health services and go to collect some for free. I should be a girl scout, I’m that resourceful.
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