I'd done something really stupid. Yes..... I was quite drunk but even through the haze of my inebriation I know I'd done something stupid. I'd had a blazing row with my fiancΓ© and here I was letting myself through the back door of her Mom's house with an apology in my heart and a reconciliation on my mind.
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Andrea usually had her music system loud...... loud enough to make her Mom look to the heavens and pray for the day she'd move out and set up a noisy nest of her own. But the house was silent. I paused at the bottom of the stairs and called her name.
"Andrea!"
No reply.
"Andrea! Are you up there?"
Silence. Damn! She was still out somewhere with her friends. I was a little annoyed and dismayed. I'd worked out just what to say and now was unable to voice the thoughts running round inside my head. I needed a cigarette.... badly. I retrieved my packet from my jeans pocket but a glance inside revealed it to be empty. Remembering that Vera, Andrea's Mom, usually kept a carton of 200 cigarettes in the drawer in the lounge I strode purposefully into the lounge and slid open the drawer. DAMN! It was empty too.
Shit!!! I'd have to go without for a while longer!
I pondered what I should do. Should I wait for Andrea to return home - not knowing how long that would be? Or wander back into town in an attempt to find her and deliver my profound apology?
I didn't know what to do. Alcohol always makes decision making an impossible task. If I stayed here she might not return for hours..... perhaps not until the morning. If I slipped back into town I'd probably fail to find her at all. But whilst in town I could get another packet of cigarettes but might probably stay for another drink....... and another drink was something I could really do without.
I just didn't know what to do for the best.
I heard a footstep in the hallway and was just about to deliver the first line of my apology when the door opened and Vera stepped into the room. I presumed that she'd been upstairs snoozing when I'd called up the stairs and I'd awoken here. And here she was, wearing what I'd describe as an underskirt. Figure-hugging at that. I couldn't help but look at her smooth thighs, the swell of her breasts and her slender arms. She'd never make a Page 3 girl...... but, for a woman of her age, she was quite attractive. Maybe a bit too much tummy but, after-all, she was in her forties....... if only just.
"I thought I heard your voice, James", she cooed softly. "Is Andrea with you?" She glanced around the room looking for her daughter.
"No", I replied. "We had a bit of a tiff and she went off with her friends. I have no idea where she is"
"A tiff?", she queried. "Nothing serious I hope". She walked across the lounge carpet towards me. "You two look good together".
I told her that it was just a stupid quarrel and that I was ready with my apology. Things would soon be back to normal I reassured her.
"But", I went on. "It's no good me staying here, feeling sorry for myself. I must go home and sleep some of this beer off. I shall be back early in the morning to put things straight with Andrea". I grinned. "I might even bring flowers and chocolate!"
I pushed the swivel chair backwards a little so as to stand and that's when Vera slipped her arms around me and, with a soft voice said, "There's no hurry James. Andrea isn't the only girl here that enjoys your company, you know". She smiled a sexy smile and winked at me.
I don't know what came over me. Perhaps it was the beer doing my thinking. Perhaps it was the sweet scent of her perfume assailing my nostrils. Perhaps it was because I was upset. Perhaps it was her close proximity, her warm touch and near-nakedness but somehow we swept each other into our arms and we kissed.