I was desperate to talk to Tom. I wanted to know how on earth he had managed to get a hold of that picture of Connor from Saxon, but all my calls immediately kept being diverted to voicemail.
Hotel staff seem to work very odd and unsocial hours and I didn't want to disturb him whilst he was working, so I left a brief message thanking him again for sending the picture and a polite request for him to call me when he was not working as I didn't want to have a conversation via WhatsApp.
He was full of apologies when he eventually called back and we had a brief but interesting chat. I was surprised to learn that he had initiated a private conversation with Saxon by saying that I had pleaded with him to tell him the main reason that I didn't want him to stay in the room with me that night was because I had just started dating Connor. Tom then said that he played Saxon by indicating that I was possibly still interested in secretly resurrecting my sex mates relationship with him but I was desperate to know if there was any truth in Tudor's accusation that Connor had also abused me at school. The result was the picture.
I was horrified that Saxon would now think I was still interested in him but Tom reassured me that once he had the picture he told Saxon that I would never be interested in being used by him ever again and then promptly told him what he really thought of him. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall.
Over the coming days Taylor and I carried on much the same as we usually did. The only real difference was the contact between us was far more tactile than before. We kissed and cuddled but we didn't do anything more than that.
Surprised?
Well I was. I hadn't felt the urge to have sex at all, and in truth, I wasn't in the least unhappy about it. Just being more tactile with Taylor seemed to be enough. I had learnt, first-hand, what Tom had meant about being in love with someone and letting things sort themselves out.
Okay, I was often treated to Percy Pecker teasing my duck run when Taylor spooned me but I never mentioned it or drew attention to it again. I was sure that when Taylor was ready to make the first move I would know. I wanted to make his first time special.
We paid Jenna a visit every day and when she was discharged we were there to drive her home. Learning that she had been advised to avoid strenuous exercise or activity for 6 weeks following her operation to remove her General and Two Colonels was hardly surprising. Taylor said one of his relatives had a hernia operation and had been told the same thing, although Jenna's operation was far more involved than a simple hernia. Things take time to heal and her new vagina and clitoris needed to do just that. I felt for her when she told us that she had to abstain from any intercourse for 3 months following her surgery. I'm glad she seemed resigned to it. As she said, she didn't pay all that money to fuck everything up all because she couldn't wait.
We also visited my father and Carol briefly at the end of the month. They had wanted us to stay for the weekend but I just knew that our visit wouldn't be a good one so I had declined. They weren't happy when I said that we were only calling in on our way to stay with friends. I didn't feel it necessary to enlighten them by saying that Tom and Paul were the friends we were staying with.
I was right. All of the attempted conversations between us were laboured and difficult. Because of that I didn't tell them that Taylor was now my boyfriend as I had intended. I reluctantly accepted that any relationship with them both would be difficult and not worth pursuing. We didn't stay long, just a couple of hours on the Saturday afternoon, then drove to Canterbury to stay overnight with Tom and Paul.
As it goes, it was one of the best evenings ever. Tom had told me Paul was a bit older than him, but hadn't said that he was in his early 40's. With Paul being twice our age, this age difference obviously didn't pose any issue for Tom and it didn't pose any issue for Taylor or me. Being older doesn't mean being boring and out of touch. Far from it.
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RomanceFreddie Clarke loved sex. In fact he adored it. Any place, any time, any where. One night stands were his speciality and his behaviour could only be classed as simply sluttish. On nights out with his friends he was always on the prowl, looking for s...