It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door
of number 35 Finchbottom Road.
It was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been
for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been
friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in?” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door,
although she already knew the answer before she asked the question, but he
wasn’t to know that at the time.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful, with a long face, a big toothy
smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in
her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim
dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie, she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her
back until late” He replied, and to his great surprise tears
started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of
chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the
hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort
her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried
her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging
noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent
of his expertise with crying women, even pretty young women that he had
feelings for, and Ellie certainly fitted that bill to a tee.
Not that he could or
would have done anything about it, even though his marriage was in its death
throws.
He and Amanda were
only together for two reasons one was that she was catholic and didn’t believe
in divorce and the other one was laziness, it had become easier to maintain the
status quo and stay together and live separate lives than to take decisive
action to get on with their lives.
Greg was stooped over
holding Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower
and eventually abated altogether but still she held on to him very tightly and
after a few minutes she began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath
on his skin, which was when thoughts of comforting her took on a different
meaning.
While still nuzzling
his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles
turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth
was on his, and he tasted her soft salty lips, and hot mouth.
Ellie’s hands began to
claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when
she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and
exhaled through her nose.
The kissing and the
caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them making love in
the in the spare room.
The reason for her
distress was revealed to be that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the
reason for the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from
the first time they met.
A brief affair
followed that first afternoon of fulfilling lust but
Eleanor had called a
halt to their brief affair when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t
like it”.
Greg wasn’t happy
about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had
to respect her decision.
But one Saturday
morning when Greg was pottering about in the garage he was disturbed by a knock
at the door.
Amanda was in
Sunderland visiting her grandmother in hospital and wasn’t back until late on
Sunday so he was enjoying himself making a mess without being reminded of the
fact every thirty seconds.
He wiped his hands as
he passed through the kitchen and opened the door and when he did Eleanor Gallaher pushed past him wearing
the familiar knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt, and she was muttering
something under her breath and started pacing up and down in the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
But she just put a hand up in the “talk to the hand” gesture so he said
no more and put the kettle on.
Greg made two drinks
and picked one up and said as he headed out the door
“I’ll be in the garage
when you’re ready to talk”
It was about ten minutes later when she appeared and
shuffled silently in.
She had calmed down a lot but Greg didn’t say
anything, he would wait for her to speak first, but in the end it was Greg’s
action which broke the silence.
Eleanor was bending over a box of books and was
looking through them and as she did so his gaze fell on the denim of her
dungarees stretched tight around her buttocks.
Greg walked
up behind her as she stood up from her perusal and he wrapped his arms around
her middle and pulled her towards him and Eleanor turned her head towards him
and he leant in to kiss her, which she did not try to evade.
“I thought you said your boyfriend wouldn’t like it?” he
said as she turned towards him for another kiss.
“He’s not going to get it” she replied and took the
kiss that she wanted.
After they
made love in the garage and had redressed themselves he went in the house and
got a couple of cans of beer from the fridge while Eleanor went to pee and when
she appeared he handed her a beer.
“So what
made you change your mind?” he asked
“I didn’t
really” Eleanor replied “I broke up with Kevin”
“Why?” he asked
“He was playing away” she said bitterly “all the while
I was being faithful and not letting you touch me, he was shagging some slutty
barmaid”
“I’m sorry,”
he said sincerely
“I don’t know why you’re sorry” she said, “You got
what you wanted”
“So did you” he corrected her
“Yes I did” she replied and blushed
“But I don’t want you to think this was just revenge
sex”
“It’s alright I don’t mind” Greg said
“That’s not what I mean” Eleanor said
“I want us to become a regular thing again, I was
stupid to push you away”
“I see” he said
“I’m still looking for Mr. Right though” she stated “but
I want you as well”
So she stood up and wriggled out of her dungarees and ran
to the spare room giggling.
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