4. sweet nothings

A.N- Josh is in year 13, Connor and Imogen are in Year 12..

Thankyou to all those who reviewed etc, its nice because I was never very good at creative writing I always think its like handing a teacher I little bit of your soul and im not ready to be judged in that way by someone I have to see every day, therefore I always choose to do analytical essays in literature, hence the 'god of small things' references which I would highly recommend.

Friday came quicker than Nikki and Tom had realised 'Do we really have to go?' Nikki moaned as Tom buttoned his shirt up, he thought it would be courteous to put on a different shirt and a different pair of jeans to those he had worn for work.

'we're going' he said

'I'm not sure if I can stand it, if I can stand her, she'll be all nicey nicey welcome to my humble abode' Nikki mimicked Christine's broad Scottish accent which made Tom smile 'can we not just spin them a tale about how tired we are or one of us is ill or-'

Tom turned to the beautiful woman sat on the bed, a smile flickered across his face leaving one corner of his mouth turned up, and one eyebrow arched. She caught his mood immediately and her eyes widened as wild grin spread across her face.

He laid her flat on the bed looking down at her body. He began to undo the buttons on her blouse. He undid the top two, not quite enough to reveal her bra and caressed her ivory silk skin. She moaned and held him close as their fingers became entangled in each others hair. He kissed her neck, being careful not to leave any marks; she felt his breath in her ear.

'We're going' he whispered pulling away from her leaving her sprawled on the bed.

'Ugh' she growled as she got up and started rooting through her clothes looking for something to wear, something not too…figure hugging.

'I think I might just pop to the shop, we should take a bottle of wine or something' Suggested Tom, 'I'll take josh'.

'Wait, how about a nice dessert hmm? I'll pretend I made it'

Tom laughed 'some how I don't think anyone would fall for that, good idea though, I hadn't thought, Christine's maybe still off alcohol do you think?'

'I'd play it safe and get a cheesecake love' she had never been so glad that Christine was a recovering alcoholic, how else would she get round not having a drink, that would get tongues wagging and give the game away for sure.

'Ok' he said finally before calling to Josh who was dressed in a checked shirt similar to Tom's and a pair of beige chino trousers. 'Are you ready, I thought we'd just nip to the shop, you can choose the dessert'

'Yeah sure' replied josh pulling on some shoes 'Bye Nikki'.

'See you in a bit' she smiled and watched them out of the house.

She pulled up her vest and examined her stomach in front of the mirror, she wasn't showing yet, her stomach was still flat and toned. She ran her hands over and over trying to feel for any changes in her body. Nothing yet.

With a sigh she picked out a summer dress, nothing too revealing, knee length, and a pair of sandals seeing as it was sunny.

What with not being able to drink and all, she was in for a long night.