At the first turn of the key his Harley Davidson broke into glorious song. A rich baritone, not the falsetto soprano of a Japanese machine. Of course the Harley was no match on performance, but it suited him well. He blipped the throttle, eased the bike out onto the road and chugged off towards Hamsworth
In little more than twelve hours, Natasha had learnt a lot about Barrie‘s sexuality and that the easiest way to calm his rampant penis was to indulge it! This she had just done on her own body, which of course was where it should be indulged, not on some tart at Travel Plan. She had deliberately taken everything slowly, holding back until she saw the tell tale signs which telegraphed that her body was about to go into orgasm. Perhaps it was a result of having sex with Penny only a couple of hours ago, but she seemed to be getting the hang of controlling the thing. Her body lifted up against her, but knowing how sometimes she wished for more, she kept the same slow movement going, – delaying the inevitable – holding back – holding back. Only when she felt her body rising again did she allow deeper, rapid penetration. It was a delivery which left her body writhing with pleasure and she wondered if Barrie would get the message.
Barrie was happy, whatever happened now, he had experienced just about all there was to experience whilst in Natasha’s body, apart from that threesome with Debbie. Chances were they would change back overnight, but perhaps he should sow the seeds – just in case.
‘If we’re as we are tomorrow, don’t you think it would be a good idea to call in at DebTash on your way home? Debbie thinks I want you along to help with the logistics, but of course, I know all that, what I don’t know is how to make anything.’
‘My coming there won’t help that.’
‘No, but if you came and suggested we order the material in bulk, get the outworkers started and spend our time visiting them to check on quality control, or whatever, that would buy us some time.’
‘Or we could tell Debbie exactly what has happened.’
‘Ah, I’m not sure that would be a good idea. She’d never believe us,’ he said, but thought that she may well believe it, having seen her old school friend and business partner act completely out of character with Davina Maypole. That was the last thing he wanted, it could scotch any chance of engineering a threesome.
'You're right, Barrie, Debs would never believe us. I’ll call in after work tomorrow, but only if you come along with me to your rugby training this evening.’
‘Oh shit! I’d forgotten all about that.’
‘Penny reminded me – after I’d shagged her on your behalf.’
Barrie ignored the jibe. ‘Won’t it seem strange if we both go? You never go on training night.’
‘I used to before we got married. Anyway, it won’t seem as strange as my not knowing what to do.’
Barrie rolled Natasha’s beautiful body off the bed and walked towards the bathroom, paused by the door, looked over her shoulder and waggled her delicious rear. ‘Best you stay here and give me a good seeing to.’
‘I just have! But I doubt if you would recognise it!’ She didn’t meant to sound so waspish, but it was beginning to annoy her that he mistook quantity for quality. ‘Anyway, Duggie is expecting you there, so I’m stuck with taking your body along.’
Framed in the doorway, her face looked thoughtful. Barrie was thinking, that made a change, he hadn’t made any attempt to help the situation they found themselves in as far as she could see, all he’d been interested in was indulging his fantasies. She decided to say nothing and wait to see what he came up with.
‘I’ll come along to make sure you do it right.’
‘Barrie, I’ve got no idea. I don’t know the rules of the game and I can’t catch. As soon as I join in the training, I’m bound to give the game away.’
‘That’s why you’re going to feign injury.’
‘How? What? When?’
‘When you jog over to the training ground. I’ll tell you how and what in the car, best put my kit on here and go in a track suit.
As she turned the BMW into the car Rugby Club car park, Natasha could see that training was underway on the ground beyond the two pitches. Duggie was standing between the posts on the first pitch, talking to a tall guy in motor cycle leathers. He waved and beckoned them over. She asked who the other guy was, but Barrie didn’t know. Perhaps he was a new player; he had the build for it.
Duggie seemed genuinely pleased to see the person he believed to be Natasha. ‘How nice to see you Natasha. Hardly ever see any of the girls on training nights.’
Looking at one hairy rugby player at a time is quite enough for me thanks Duggie’
Barrie was chuffed when Duggie and the stranger laughed at his joke, Natasha could gain quite a reputation if he stayed in her body long enough. Duggie introduced the stranger as Peter Bunford. Natasha extended Barrie’s hand and shook Peter Bunford’s. It was a strong hand, as big and strong as Barrie’s but being blond, not as apparently hairy. She decided to outsmart Barrie as he shook hands with Natasha. ‘There you are Tash, not all rugby players are hairy.’ Then to Peter Bunford. ‘Are you going to play for us then?’ Peter Bunford laughed.
‘Time was when I did, but that was a long time ago.’
‘Too long,’ said Duggie. ‘Peter stopped playing ten years ago, best flanker we ever had, until you came along Barrie. I think I’ve persuaded him to come back as coach.’
‘What a great idea. Can you let Barrie off training tonight; I’ve got some jobs for him to do.’ Barrie gave Peter one of Natasha’s beautiful smiles.
Duggie laughed. ‘If I thought he’d do that, I wouldn’t have offered him the job.’
‘Hasn’t he taken it yet then?’ Barrie gave Natasha a crestfallen look. Natasha thought he was overacting like hell, but Duggie seemed to appreciate the performance.
‘I’m working on him Natasha, stay here and help while Barrie joins in the training.’
Barrie took Duggie’s arm, as he had often seen Natasha do, Duggie liked that, he liked Natasha in a fatherly sort of way, which had always been good for Barrie. ‘Off you go then Barrie.’
Natasha turned Barrie’s body towards the playing ground. ‘I know when I’m not wanted,’ she growled’ She took of at a gentle trot, determined not to reach the training ground before putting their plan into play. Now which leg was it, right or left? Definitely left – or was it right?
They watched Barrie jog across the pitch.
‘He certainly looks the business,’ commented Peter Bunford. I’ve read the match reports in the Bugle, but I must confess, I’ve never seen him play.’