Warning: Sense of threat
Megan makes her escape but her evening might be looking up
I hovered in the mouth of a jitty with my hands in my pockets. It had been cold enough at night to freeze the puddles but I wasn’t going to stand nearer the door and let Mark from Marketing sneak up on me.
After a few minutes he strode out, stopped by the door, and lit a cigarette. I lingered in the shadows. I could’ve done it. I could’ve walked right up to him and hurt him like his expression had said he wanted to hurt me.
He got out his mobile and called someone. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, listening to them on the other end. ‘The stuck up bitch punched me in the chest for saying she hadn’t given me a chance… She didn’t even make an effort. Turned up a plaid shirt and jeans… I wouldn’t have minded getting my hands on that arse though.’ He whistled. ‘There was an arse begging for a pounding. Her mum said she was into the gym but that was something else.’
I started walking towards his back.
Jimmy pulled up in his little silver Subaru.
I stopped, realised I was exposed in the middle of the pavement, and got in. ‘Drive.’
He flicked his indicator on. ‘What’s the matter?’
I fastened my seatbelt, one eye on the wing mirror. ‘Mark from Marketing is a class A arsehole who doesn’t know what no means.’
Jimmy pulled away without waiting for further explanation just as Mark looked around. My heart was battering my ribcage.
Jimmy reached over and squeezed my leg.
I leaned over, and kissed his cheek. ‘Thank you.’ I exhaled and sat back in my seat. ‘And I was going to feel bad if I didn’t turn up.’ My hand found its favourite spot on his thigh.
‘Are you alright? Do you want me to take you home?’ he asked.
I shook my head, pinching the tip of my thumb between my teeth and staring out the passenger window. ‘Can we go back to yours?’
‘Of course.’ He took the next turn. ‘Have you had anything to eat? I could make you something or we could order in.’
I sighed and looked at him. ‘That would be nice.’
We ordered chow mien and veggie spring rolls and sat on the settee playing video games, Jimmy stretched out and me between his legs with my back to his chest and his arms around me. He was warm and safe against me and his laughter vibrated through my back in a bass rumble.
Afterwards he drove me home and we pulled up at the corner down the road from Nan’s house.
‘That was a good date.’ I kissed him softly. ‘Thank you.’
He smiled. ‘You are a good date and you don’t have to say thank you.’
‘And you didn’t even get your balls fondled.’
He cupped my cheek and kissed me. ‘I’ll survive. As long as you’re alright.’
I chuckled, wrapped my arms around him and deepened the kiss. I made to clamber onto his lap and my seatbelt pulled me back. I flopped back into my seat and rubbed my chest. ‘I swear if my mother sets me up on anymore dates I’m never speaking to her again.’ I waited expecting Jimmy to point out if we went public with our relationship she might stop.
He said nothing, perhaps he realised she’d carry on until I was with her idea of an acceptable partner. Jimmy wasn’t it, he didn’t aspire to fancy cars, tailored suits, and wads of cash. I wouldn’t become a middle-class housewife or rich with Jimmy. I thought I could be happy though.
He sighed and looked at me. ‘You deserve to be happy, however long it takes and whoever with or not.’
I snuffled. ‘Did they make you in a perfect man factory? You’re unreal.’
‘Would it help if I asked to touch your boob?’
I grinned. ‘Phew, for a moment I thought you were inhuman.’ I took his hand and cupped my breast with it.
I laughed all the way from my toes.
He kissed the top of my head as I giggled. ‘I love your laugh.’
I caught my breath. ‘I don’t giggle for just anyone.’
He smiled. ‘I may have noticed.’
‘Smugness is another flaw. I don’t feel so bad about my imperfections now.’
‘Your imperfections are perfection.’
‘You’re good.’ I kissed him. ‘I should probably go home though. Sorry you didn’t get any sexy times.’
‘Being with you is always a sexy time, don’t apologise.’
I chuckled and gave him a light push. ‘Stop it or Nan will be interrogating me over my giggles.’
‘If you get interrogated I’ll just have to apologise,’ he whispered.
‘And how will you do that?’
He feigned consideration. ‘After work I’ll just have to sit you on my desk and eat your pussy until you can’t take another orgasm and my face hurts.’
‘Your face’ll be in a lot of pain.’
He kissed me. ‘Worth it.’
Still kissing him I unbuckled my seatbelt and unhooked it. ‘I’d better go.’
‘You said that once.’
‘Mmm, I mean it this time.’ I unfastened the door and pushed it open with my foot. ‘I’m serious this time.’
‘Stop kissing me then.’
I retreated across my seat with a hand bunched in his jumper pulling him after me. ‘You stop kissing me.’
I grinned. ‘Last one.’ I peeled myself away and got out the car. ‘Maybe just one more.’ I leaned back in and gave him a quick peak on the lips.
‘Keep your calendar clear tomorrow night,’ he said.
I blew him a kiss and shut the door. As I walked down the road towards Nan’s bungalow I wiped off the remains of my lipstick that hadn’t been left all over Jimmy’s face. He waited until I was through the door before he left and I suppressed a smile as I locked it.
‘You’re back late, good night?’ Nan appeared in the doorway to the lounge with a mug of tea in hand.
‘I won’t be seeing Mark from Marketing again,’ I replied, pulling off my boots.
‘What happened to your lipstick then?’ she asked.
‘He wasn’t worth putting it back on for.’
She winced. ‘Ouch. What did he do?’
I sighed. ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’
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