struggled with the latches and silently cursed Clive for being one of those security-conscious blokes who had not one, not two, but three deadlocks which each required both hands to wrestle open.
‘What’s the rush? It’s Sunday.’ You just couldn’t keep a good man down. Or Clive.
He’d strolled up to the door, still stark bollock naked, although his erection had thankfully deflated. Allegra very determinedly kept her eyes on a spot just past his right ear as he leaned against the doorframe, one hand stroking her breasts through her sweater, his finger idly tracing circles around her nipples. She really only had herself to blame for this predicament, she reminded herself. It wasn’t Clive’s fault that he believed she really did fancy him. He was so blissfully oblivious that it would never cross his mind that last night had been little more than an alcohol-fuelled error of judgement on Allegra’s part.
‘Yes, that’s right, it’s Sunday, I have to get to church. Confession. I’m Catholic, you know. So please, unless you want me to burn in hell for the rest of eternity, please open the bloody door and let me out.’
‘Right then… but I’ll be seeing you later… perhaps you could borrow one of the nun’s habits and we could play “confession booth” this evening, how’d you like that, you naughty girl?’
Allegra jumped as he slapped her bottom, grinned through gritted teeth and said, yes, that sounded like a fantastic idea but she really, really had to go now. Clive finally relented and unbolted the door, but not before he slipped his hand up her top just for good measure and gave her nipples a good pinch through her bra.
‘Bye sexy lady… I’ll be thinking of you… all day…’
Allegra didn’t look behind her as she fled; she knew Clive would be standing there, massaging his rising erection as he watched her leave. She practically fell into the lift, shoved her defiled panties into the bin outside the main door as she ran for a taxi, leapt in and dialled Liz’s number. Come on, come on, come on! Pick up, dammit!
‘Uhhhh… yeah?’ Liz’s voice was thick and heavy with sleep, which was odd, given that Liz usually went weeks without sleeping.
‘How can you be asleep? How dare you be asleep? You’re an insomniac, can’t you even get that right? Wake up for God’s sake, I’m coming over!’ Allegra yelled into the phone.
‘You SLEPT with him!’ Liz screamed. Well, at least she was awake now. But how the hell did the woman know, Allegra thought, infuriated. ‘Oh, Allegra, you great big stupid TIT! I can’t believe it! You slept with Clive? Have you lost your mind?’
‘Yes to all questions, shut up, make some coffee, shove a bottle of wine in the freezer and get dressed. I’ll be at yours in about 10 minutes so maybe you can even run me a bath and get a Brillo pad ready because I think I need to scrub my skin off,’ Allegra said, refusing to deal with Liz’s hysteria. ‘I’ll tell you everything once I’m there, but right now, I need you to just shut up and say you’ll be ready for me.’
There was silence at the other end of the line. Wait — was that muffled laughter Allegra could hear? Unbelievable. The woman was just unbelievable.
‘And if you’re laughing at me, I will totally kill you when I get there. How dare you mock me in my moment of greatest shame?’ Allegra hung up. She only had herself to blame, after all.
It felt like the longest taxi ride in the history of taxi rides, although if Allegra had bothered to check her watch, she would have seen that it had actually taken her just under nine minutes from fleeing the scene of her crime to arriving at Liz’s front door. She kept her finger on the doorbell until Liz opened it, then pushed past her, dropping everything on the floor and leaving a trail of clothes behind her as she headed straight for the bathroom where, she was relieved to see, Liz had run her a deep, hot bubblebath.
She stepped in, winced
‘What’s the rush? It’s Sunday.’ You just couldn’t keep a good man down. Or Clive.
He’d strolled up to the door, still stark bollock naked, although his erection had thankfully deflated. Allegra very determinedly kept her eyes on a spot just past his right ear as he leaned against the doorframe, one hand stroking her breasts through her sweater, his finger idly tracing circles around her nipples. She really only had herself to blame for this predicament, she reminded herself. It wasn’t Clive’s fault that he believed she really did fancy him. He was so blissfully oblivious that it would never cross his mind that last night had been little more than an alcohol-fuelled error of judgement on Allegra’s part.
‘Yes, that’s right, it’s Sunday, I have to get to church. Confession. I’m Catholic, you know. So please, unless you want me to burn in hell for the rest of eternity, please open the bloody door and let me out.’
‘Right then… but I’ll be seeing you later… perhaps you could borrow one of the nun’s habits and we could play “confession booth” this evening, how’d you like that, you naughty girl?’
Allegra jumped as he slapped her bottom, grinned through gritted teeth and said, yes, that sounded like a fantastic idea but she really, really had to go now. Clive finally relented and unbolted the door, but not before he slipped his hand up her top just for good measure and gave her nipples a good pinch through her bra.
‘Bye sexy lady… I’ll be thinking of you… all day…’
Allegra didn’t look behind her as she fled; she knew Clive would be standing there, massaging his rising erection as he watched her leave. She practically fell into the lift, shoved her defiled panties into the bin outside the main door as she ran for a taxi, leapt in and dialled Liz’s number. Come on, come on, come on! Pick up, dammit!
‘Uhhhh… yeah?’ Liz’s voice was thick and heavy with sleep, which was odd, given that Liz usually went weeks without sleeping.
‘How can you be asleep? How dare you be asleep? You’re an insomniac, can’t you even get that right? Wake up for God’s sake, I’m coming over!’ Allegra yelled into the phone.
‘You SLEPT with him!’ Liz screamed. Well, at least she was awake now. But how the hell did the woman know, Allegra thought, infuriated. ‘Oh, Allegra, you great big stupid TIT! I can’t believe it! You slept with Clive? Have you lost your mind?’
‘Yes to all questions, shut up, make some coffee, shove a bottle of wine in the freezer and get dressed. I’ll be at yours in about 10 minutes so maybe you can even run me a bath and get a Brillo pad ready because I think I need to scrub my skin off,’ Allegra said, refusing to deal with Liz’s hysteria. ‘I’ll tell you everything once I’m there, but right now, I need you to just shut up and say you’ll be ready for me.’
There was silence at the other end of the line. Wait — was that muffled laughter Allegra could hear? Unbelievable. The woman was just unbelievable.
‘And if you’re laughing at me, I will totally kill you when I get there. How dare you mock me in my moment of greatest shame?’ Allegra hung up. She only had herself to blame, after all.
It felt like the longest taxi ride in the history of taxi rides, although if Allegra had bothered to check her watch, she would have seen that it had actually taken her just under nine minutes from fleeing the scene of her crime to arriving at Liz’s front door. She kept her finger on the doorbell until Liz opened it, then pushed past her, dropping everything on the floor and leaving a trail of clothes behind her as she headed straight for the bathroom where, she was relieved to see, Liz had run her a deep, hot bubblebath.
She stepped in, winced
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