Page 17 of Secrets in Love
I guess it wasn’tjustPolly’s blowjob talk that had me second-guessing. I had never been on a date. Sure, I’d hung out with women, friends that turned to lovers and back again. I had made out with them at parties and taken them home from bars and clubs, but I had successfully avoided the whole pick-me-up-at-seven-for-dinner thing.
Maybe I should cancel.
No. Evie has moved on. I need to do the same.
Eventually, I decided that if I didn’t leave, then I wasn’t going to.
Twenty-five minutes later, I was ringing Polly’s doorbell. It was a surreal moment, and I did consider bolting…but then she opened the door.
Curves a Kardashian would be proud of smashed me right in the balls, and remarkably, my nerves dissolved instantly. “Polly. Holy shit, you look incredible.”
Arching her back, she leaned against the door frame, showcasing the body she damn well knew I was into. The dress she must have poured herself into was doing the Lord’s work in trying to cover her ample breasts. It barely covered her ass too and looked suspiciously like lingerie. It may well have been, but the head attached to my neck, and the one pumping between my legs, didn’t seem to care.
“You came early, Nathaniel. Let’s hope it’s the only time that happens tonight.”
Polly was intelligent, sexy, and naughty. We talked about football and surfing and reminisced about school while purposely excluding Evie’s name at all times. She asked me about the farm and how we had gone through the droughts to see better times slowly. I asked about her plans for her future and listened to her dream of one day having her own farm-to-kitchen restaurant…which was something I could fully endorse after tasting her food.
Initially, we planned to go out for dinner, but Polly felt like staying in, and I couldn’t blame her. “The last thing I need is the Byron gossip wagon delivering my mum the news that we’re on a date. I’d never hear the end of it.”
I sunk into my seat. “Ahh, shit, Pol. I hope you don’t mind, but Mum was on my case about Evie after you came out to the farm, and I may have shut her up by telling her about our dinner.”
A wry smile broke over what looked like freshly enhanced lips. “You told Janet about me? What did she say?”
“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t even think about the old girl spreading the word. Though, this was last weekend. You’d know if your mum had heard by now. As for what she said, she was thrilled. Told me you were a good choice and, quote, ‘Polly Hart deserves better than to be messed around with.’ So basically, she likes you better than me.” Her smile spread.
“Well, she was always a smart woman, always kept your dad in line. Even after his stroke, she was up and running in weeks. And don’t worry about telling her. I get the pressure. Mum’s Greek, remember? We Greeks invented marital pressure along with everything else good and proper in this world. Just ask my dad. He and Mum were only together for a few weeks when she started putting the squeeze on.”
Sipping from my beer, I shook my head nervously. “A few weeks? Shit. You’re not going to try that on me, are you, Polly Waffle?”
She sucked an olive between her lips, chewed thoughtfully, and then dropped the fork full of Caprese salad onto her plate. Leaning across the table, she captured the collar of my shirt between her thumb and index fingers and caressed back and forth around my neck, the slight edge of her nail scratching against my skin. “There are many things I want to try with you, Nate.” She then fisted my collar and pulled me onto her lips. “Why don’t we start right now?”
Sex with Polly was good.
Really good.
Hot.
She was attentive, assertive, and generous. Feisty, fun, and fit. But if I was honest, that was all it was. Good sex. I hoped being with someone I had history with may have been a game changer. That I would wake from my post-coital, no-cuddles nap a new man, ready for commitment.
Cured. Full. Satisfied.
I didn’t. The hunger remained.
Having said that, I was not a quitter. Maybe this type of thing took a few goes.
It couldn’t be perfect straight off.
Right?
I mean, people had to learn about each other. What they liked and disliked, the little quirks and kinks. I was sure that was all it was. That was why I did something I had never done before.
Wrapped in her arms, her legs, her hair, I spent the night with Polly. Our bodies came together time and time again, and the next day, we slept in till noon… just not in the same bed. Polly snored away in her bed, while I lay on a pile of spare blankets on the floor beside her. Nate the Slut may have been gone but sleeping together andsleepingtogether were two different things.
That morning, we ate the gourmet breakfast in bed that Polly prepared wearing only her sexy knickers. We licked maple syrup off each other’s bodies and then had dirty, dirty sex amongst the dirty dishes. I bent her over and took her from behind in the shower, then we went back to bed and watched horror movies. She dozed on and off. I lay still, not wanting to wake or touch her more than necessary.
It was playful and fun, and the sex did get better. It became great, actually.
Maybe I can do this.
