It was two a.m. when I finally slipped into my bed.
I was aware that something was tickling my feet, and came fully awake. Simon was sitting on my bed, and tickling me with a leaf from a flower arrangement. I had slept in the nude, and was immediately afraid I had given him a free show, but I was covered up.
“Hi.” he said.
“Hi. Do you normally just barge into strange women’s rooms without knocking?”
“One, you ain’t strange, and two, I knocked, but you were asleep.”
“What time is it?”
“Ten.”
“Oh, are the others up?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care.”
I looked at him. He sat there on my bed, looking at me in such a loving way, my heart ached. I almost wanted him to just take me. Almost. He had a blue and white checked shirt on, and blue jeans. He was wearing the most amazing cowboy boots, with really pointy toes. They really suited him, and he looked really hunky.
“Well, I have no clothes on, so are you going to let me go to the bathroom, or what?”
He grinned.
“Or what.”
“Simon.”
“Okay, but it’ll cost ya.”
“What?”
“A kiss.”
“Hmm, oh all right, it’ll be better than wetting the bed.”
He moved up the bed and lay beside me, and kissed me, and it was lovely. I put my arms round him, and I could feel my body responding, and knew if he didn’t stop soon, I would drag him into the bed. But bladder pressure won, fortunately.
“Okay. Now I gotta go.” I said, and he smiled, and rolled away and stood up.
“Thanks, I enjoyed that.”
“So did I, now bugger off before I have an accident.”
He kissed my forehead, and left me alone.
I had a shower and got dressed. I wore a skirt and a pretty little top. It was my free day in New York today, and I was hoping to get out and see the sights.
Simon returned, and watched me put a little make up on.
“Sandi, you are so beautiful.”
“You ain’t so bad yourself.” I said, watching his expression in the mirror.
He moved so he was standing directly behind me, and placed his strong fingers on my shoulders, and started to gently massage me. It felt heavenly, and I rolled my shoulders, and purred with pleasure.
“Is that nice?”
“Mmm, wonderful.” I admitted.
He massaged me for several minutes, and I could not take any more, as my body responded with everything it had. I stood up, turned and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me, and we lost ourselves in the kiss.
I had my eyes closed, and I had my arms around his neck, pulling him down towards me with my hands behind his head. He was just so damn big.
The phone rang, and we broke off.
I answered the phone.
It was Natasha.
“Hi Sandi. I’ve lost Simon, do you know where he is?”
“Yes.” I said, as he kissed my neck.
“Well?”
“He is with me.” I said, and he started to nibble my ear.
“Oh?”
“He slept in my spare bed last night. We got in at about two, so he stayed over.”
“The spare bed?”
“Yes Natasha, the spare bed.”
She chuckled, and I knew she didn’t believe me.
“Okay, what have you planned today?”
“Simon is taking me to see the sights.”
“What about your boyfriends from England?”
“There is only one, and if he wakes up in time, he can come too, if he wants to.”
“Okay, say no more. Don’t forget, we go to Chicago tomorrow.”
“I won’t.”
She rang off, and I found myself kissing him again.
I felt the passion mounting, and I knew that I was in danger of letting this go too far. The awful thing was, I actually didn’t care.
There was a knock on the door.
“Sandi, are you decent?” it was Dave’s voice.
We broke off, and I giggled as Simon had my lipstick all over his face.
I gave him some tissues and pushed him into the bathroom, and I cleaned myself up as I walked to the door.
“Coming.” I said.
I opened the door, and found myself in his embrace.
“Hey, what the hell happened to you? I thought the least you could have done was to stay sober for me.” I asked.
“Sorry babe, I just got carried away. I’m not used to wine.”
Mike followed him in, and Simon came out of the bathroom. There was a dreadful silence. I almost expected Dave and Simon to start to slug it out any second. Mike looked at the pair of them, and stepped in as if to keep them apart. I suddenly felt my frustrations bubble over. I stamped my feet, and stepped between them.
“Okay, guys, put your hormones away for a moment. Firstly, Dave don’t jump to conclusions. Simon helped me put you both to bed last night, and then he slept in the spare room because it was gone two in the morning. And secondly, I am getting a little bored with this jealously thing. So, is there any way, you two can accept that I like you both, and I have no intentions of doing the dirty on either of you?
“I am just not in the market for a steady boyfriend just now. My career has just started, I have to choose whether to go back to school in a couple of weeks, and I need good friends, and not over excited prospective over-protective lovers. So, please, please, can’t we just be friends here?”
They all looked at me, as I had been speaking rather loudly. Then they all smiled and looked equally sheepish, even Mike, who had no reason to.
“Sorry babe.” said Dave.
“Dave, anything but, Babe. Please.”
“Okay.”
Simon grinned and held out his hand. Dave took it and they shook.
“You have real cute boxers.” Simon said, and Dave glanced at me.
I held my hands up.
“Simon did that bit, I just opened the door.” I said.
“So what now?” Mike asked.
“Lets go down for breakfast, and then Simon is showing us the town. I have only got today, as we set off for Chicago tomorrow. What are your plans?”
“Once you head off to Chicago, we are off to Florida. We want to do the Disney thing before we have our own kids.” Mike said.
“Oh, does Jenny know you plan kids?” I asked.
He grinned and had the decency to blush.
We went down in the elevator, and sat together for breakfast. The boys ordered the most enormous helpings of everything, claiming that the restaurant sold them short.
I had some waffles and maple syrup, and some toast. Simon and Dave actually got on very well, and they spoke to each other more than with me. But I knew that I had only postponed my own problems. I would have to choose, and it was very hard. I had to admit, I didn’t fancy having Natasha as a mother-in-law, but then, I knew that Simon and I would live as far away from her as we could.
The thought upset me a little, as I couldn’t picture Dave and I in a lasting relationship. He had been my strength when I needed him, so I was very fond of him, and always would be, but I was an attractive accessory for him, and he was very self-centred.
We both were strong people, and living with him would require compromise on both parts, and I could see real conflict.
But dear Simon, he was just like the rock of Gibraltar. Dependable, easy-going, gentle and willing to put himself out for me. They were chalk and cheese, and I did love them both.
I smiled as I described them both as ‘Rocks’. Still, time would tell, and maybe fortune would help me out so I didn’t have to choose.
Eventually they finished the huge plates of food, and we set off for a day in New York.
We returned at about eleven o’clock in the evening. My three slaves were laden with bags, as I had spent a fortune on clothes and gifts. They moaned at me from the first shop to the last, so I bought them all presents to shut them up.