Rainy Night Walks part 5

Rainy Night Walks part 5

I hope so too. My cunning plan to lure you to my lair, so you could jump my bones, failed dismally. If I had been seeing boys with the same fortitude I might be in a different position. Basically, I'm single and feeling a bit horny.
I found this a quite extraordinary statement in a period of my life where the extraordinary had almost become normal. I wasn't sure what to suggest, except for the obvious. Time for porn? I asked in an embarrassed and self-conscious way.

Maybe Linda replied. But what I've watched is pretty brutal and mechanical. It seems to be about girls taking the biggest cock they can in any position the man chooses, and then they get drenched in sperm. Yuck. I want some romance, even if it is about fucking.

"I'm not sure I can help."

I know. It's on my mind is all. Tell you what I will do. I'm going to play tonight, fantasizing about you being romantic. Payback for my swimsuit inspiration. Tonight, you will be my guiding light.

I left with an image I wasn't sure was loyal to Saki, and the beginnings of an erection. I managed to get home and distract myself, therefore warding off the feeling that there was a sort of betrayal going on. This was new ground to me. I didn't know whether to tell Saki about any or all of it, or hold it as a secret. I was also flattered. To have someone like Linda kiss me and fantasies about me felt like a compliment.

As it was Saki rang me that night. Before I could stop myself, I had blurted out the whole episode with Linda. She laughed, a bit surprisingly to me. She then told me that the trust we had together had held for its first test, and that she was proud of me. She didn't seem to be worried about the kiss. A little later she also told me she was a little surprised I wasn't tempted to fuck Linda, only because she is very sexy and I am, of course, male, and therefore prone to temptation. I told her that it crossed my mind, and that I only just managed to get the thought away before it became an action. She told me it was okay, and then briefly described going all squidgy when she saw some built guy running down the street. It's sort of healthy, as long as we are honest. I know you love me and I love you she added.

I suggested that when Saki got home, I introduce her to Linda, to see if we could develop a friendship that included all of us. That might help Linda as much as it did us.

Saki then had a chance to tell me she was through to the final stages of the interview process. She was one of three candidates competing for two spots, so it was likely we would need to move. If successful she was expected to start in a month’s time. This was, I reckoned, long enough to get sorted and move, if we started right away.

We finally disconnected after Saki assured me, she would call me the following night to tell me about any progress.

I made a simple dinner and put on the television. Ironically High Fidelity was on. I had seen it before, but this time John Cusack's character, in his bumbling attempts to reconcile his romantic past by contacting his old girlfriends, had an unexpected resonance.
I resolved to find Olivia and Sue, just to see how they were travelling. Thinking about these old relationships, and the failures as I saw them, made me wonder if I could go the distance. In those quiet times, late at night on my own, my natural melancholia came forth more than once. Was I deserving? Could I do it? Things had gone very fast, and though I loved where I was travelling, I also knew that I would face some challenges.

Some quick research the next morning gave me with the information to contact both Sue and Olivia. Sue first, a phone call and five streets away. She wouldn't talk on the phone but agreed to a coffee later in the morning.

As I was on my way-out Saki called me to tell me that there the interviews had ended but the decision could take a few days. She planned to spend the day in the city, and come home the next day.

Sue was waiting for me in a local cafe. As I walked in, she rose and hugged me, an apology on her lips straight away. Remorse hung over the whole exchange. While Josie had broadcast the dare, Sue had taken it. She told me that she wished she had trusted her natural instinct to be up front, tell me about the dare and hope that I still wanted to go out. I couldn't tell her how I would have reacted then, but I was able to say that if it happened now, I would appreciate her honesty and see what where it went. I talked about Saki and Sue recounted a series of not great boyfriends, sometimes chosen with the assistance of her "friends." She had moved on, was now single and thinking about what was next. We parted friends, a new and mutual respect developed.

Olivia's full name was a bit unusual, but an internet search threw up quite a few possibilities. I quickly narrowed it down to three, one in London and two more local. The time difference and the cost made London less attractive as a starting point, so I went for the local listings first. The first call was a blowout, but the second yielded a result. After quick confirmation Olivia agreed that she could talk. In the spirit of our relationship, I immediately told her all about Saki, even confessing my fears. She reassured me that nerves were normal. I then had the good grace, a bit late, to ask her how she was doing. Olivia told me that she had come back from London sooner than expected for a job opportunity, and that her English girlfriend had come with her. I asked to make sure.
She explained that she had met Katherine, Kate, in a shop. There had been an instant attraction, and when the move came up there was no hesitation. I knew Olivia worried less about things that others cared about, like gender or major lack of cool, and cared more for the essential person underneath. I was grateful for that every day we were together, and I could see it at play again. She told me that they wanted to get married as soon as it was possible. Olivia was working at a great museum, so we discussed the option of working together if it ever became possible. Eventually we both had to do other things, and we parted with a promise to stay in touch.


Late that afternoon I spoke to Saki. No news, but hopefully soon she said. A holding pattern that was frustrating, but would soon be over.

I picked Saki up from the airport the next morning. As we were leaving the terminal her phone rang. She looked at the number and, unusually for her, immediately accepted the call. There was some earnest head nodding, and then her face broke into a huge grin. The conversation continued for a few minutes before she finished the call. Saki casually put her phone in her pocket, and in a move a ninja would have been proud of, she was in my arms, legs around my back, kissing me with joy and pleasure.

Just as quickly she bounced out of my arms and pogoed around, whispering loudly "I got the job, I got the job, I got the job!"

I calmed Saki down long enough to get her into the car. On the way she told me she wanted a celebratory dinner, actually two, one with just me and the other with family. The rest of my life had just begun.

The family dinner would take a bit of organizing, so we reckoned on a few days to sort that out. Our dinner we could do quickly.
As Saki was telling her parents and talking through moving, I was organizing the evening. On whispered instructions I was requested to book a room for the night, a good sign I thought. After a bit of quick research, I booked dinner at a classy restaurant in the city and a room in a hotel a short walk away. I was thinking dinner, a romantic walk by the harbor, and a night of lovemaking. I suspect Saki had the same in mind, but possibly without the walk.

We checked into a funky little hotel close to the water. A quick shower and dressed for dinner independently. It was a mutual understanding about holding the moment that bit longer. Dinner was an event, seven course degustation in a charming, restrained, romantic but not sentimental dining room. I had suited up and Saki wore a dress I had not seen before. We were very much the picture of a young nerdy couple in love.


To be continued