Back To Real Life

The following morning was cloudy and rainy. It was a pretty normal day for the UK. Cathy was still sleeping beside me and I just took a few moments to look at her while she slept. She was so sweet and beautiful, and had the relaxed expression of a child. I was struck by the possibility that this was not reality and perhaps I was under the influence of a drug or hallucination. But no, I checked under our duvet and saw that yes, my belly was there and my tackle…partially erect…I had to pee. My face felt the same and I realized that it was better for me to feel my face than have to look at it… This was really happening. I wondered if someone had paid Cathy to sleep with me or maybe it was all a huge practical joke. I suppressed that thought quickly because it was too painful to bear. Well, I did have to urinate so I quietly slipped out of the bed and slipped into the loo. I decided to brush my teeth really quietly because I planned on waiting for Cathy to wake up…so it didn't seem like I was sneaking off….as if I would ever be capable of that, not in a million years. I looked down at my body and felt a bit ashamed. There was no doubt that I was well fed, but oh well, not much I could do about that in the next few minutes. All the Fitzhenrys had a tendency toward endomorphism. Yes we were appreciably tall, but not appreciably slender.

Out of the window I could see the grounds shrouded in mist and drizzle. The window was slightly ajar so I could smell the scent of the wet soil. I really liked that smell. It made me feel invigorated and happy for all the things that Mother Nature provided. I slipped back under the covers before I got too cold and snuggled up to Cathy's warmth. After a short while she moaned and threw her arms up and opened her eyes, looking at the ceiling first. When she finally was fully awake she turned over and put her hands on my chest and gave me the best gift of all, a brilliant dazzling smile and a smug, satisfied giggle. If I had died that moment I would have been the happiest man in all eternity. "Hello" I said, "Good morning. Did you have a good sleep?" "What do you think, my handsome, lovely man?" she replied. I felt that I should look behind me in case she was talking to someone else.

I woke up to feel the lovely warmth of Thomas beside me. It was like having the best water bottle that money could buy. He was like a furnace. I stretched and turned over and couldn't help but sigh over the good feeling I had. "Did you have a good sleep?" he asked. "What do you think, my handsome, lovely man?" I said. I looked at him. I really loved Thomas's hair. It was frizzy and unruly and made me smile, but it was incredibly soft, not the least bit wiry. And unless you got really close you wouldn"t notice his beautiful eyes. They could be green, blue, gray or hazel but they were riveting to me as we were face to face. I put my hands on his face and leaned over to give him a gentle kiss. He kissed me back and I felt that stirring again. I was a little sore but not anything I couldn't handle. He put his hand on my arm and then my back and leaned down under the covers to lick and nibble my breast. "Good lord, he was sensuous. What a surprise that had been. "Why are you still in bed?" I asked. "It's rainy and foggy outside and I wanted to see you in the morning, is that alright? But if you want me to go I will." he said, a bit uncomfortably. I didn't mean to make him feel that way. I grabbed his head and pulled him close. "Don't you even think that way, Thomas Fitzhenry!" I told him in no uncertain terms. He pulled the duvet over his head and kicked his feet. Sometimes he acted like a 10 year old…but that was so attractive in its innocence itself. I went under myself and we both kicked together like a couple of little girls and smacked each other with pillows. It was all good fun. We snogged some more but then decided what we really wanted was a good cup of hot coffee, so we got up and went downstairs.

Mr. Robbins had started a lovely fire in the dining room. I felt strange sitting out there but Thomas said that we should. He said they had always done it that way, and that, to his way of thinking, the kitchen was Mr. and Mrs. Robbins' domain and he liked to give them their privacy. When he presented it that way, I felt a little better because he was sort of looking out for them, but I still would have rather been in the kitchen with the telly on and cooking smells. We had coffee and toast with delicious jam. I got to sit with my back to the fire and it felt splendid. Thomas said he wanted to feel the fire too and moved over to be at my side.

I asked Cathy what she wanted to do today. As it was a Friday, I thought anything would be fine. We could read our books or go for a walk in the rain or do more plumbing. Whatever she said would be fine with me. "Thomas," she said, "I have to go home today. I have a shift at the pub tonight and I have some things to do at home." My first reaction was to protest. "What do you need at home? You don't have to work at the pub if you're going to be my girlfriend. I have every…." I stopped. It had all happened very fast, hadn't it? I had no right to make any assumptions about what Cathy wanted or did not want to do. I had never been in love before and was being carried away with the excitement. I said, "Absolutely, do you want Mr. Robbins to drive you?" She said she would love to have a walk in the rain if I could lend her an umbrella. That, of course I could do.

Our clothes were in different rooms but I asked Cathy to get her toiletries and clothes and come back to the room we had slept in. I had something to show her which was a lot of fun.

A two headed shower? I had never seen one in all my days of plumbing with my Dad. I knew they existed but they were a bit pricey for your average English family. Who had put this in at Thomas's house? "Believe it or not, my parents put this in." he said, "It was for guests…not for them." "No" I teased, "It had to be for them. Nobody does this unless they are going to use it." "No", he said, "My brain won't even go there." And we laughed . I said, "So let's try it!" I stripped off my dressing gown and reached in, first turning on one spigot, then the other. After a matter of a minute the water was pleasantly hot and the enclosure steamy. I got in first and invited Thomas to join me. He stripped of his robe and jumped right in. It was such a strange sensation. There was no place that your could move where the water wasn't warming your body. I took down my scrubber and lathered it up. I started down at the floor scrubbing Thomas's legs and feet. He was so tall that he had to stoop to wet his hair. Both of us needed a good scrubbing after all we'd been up to. I finished scrubbing his legs and came up to his waist. "Turn around," I said and proceeded to give his bum a good scrub. I told him to turn around again and used my hands to give his penis a soapy, slick scrub. He groaned and started to react right away. When Thomas started to react there was no mistaking it. Blimey.

"Wait" I said, "Now it's my turn." Cathy protested, "But I'm not finished." I told her we both would finish later. I grabbed the scrubbie out of her hands and took over. I scrubbed her legs and bottom. I turned her around and used my hands to wash her private parts. I could feel the protrusion of her feminity but just scrubbed her gently as to not be too forward. I was able to wash her body and hair as she stood under the jet. She was able to rinse her face and hair and look back up at me. I looked at her with my shameless wet erection and laughed. I let her wash my frizzy hair and rinsed. It was time for us to get out. The warm towels hung on the fixtures and we dried each other off. We didn't waste the good feeling we had. I knew that I was insatiable but I feared forcing more than Cathy would want. She didn't stop me but it was a "quickie" nevertheless.

We separated and went to our rooms. We came back dressed and Cathy told me she had to go. I knew that she was right.