You know how most gorgeous girls have a not so gorgeous friend....
Well usually I ended up with the ugly one. Except this time, I pulled the beauty, and left her friend in the wake.
Jessica is my girlfriend, I am proud of her; I like the look on other guy's faces when they see us out together. The jealousy and envy. It's the first time this has happened to me; usually get the munter (English word for not so nice).
I don't know what's different this time, but for 6 months Jessica cant get enough of me. I am in heaven...
Just one slight problem. We live 211 miles apart. I live in London, she lives in Liverpool.
For those of you that know the UK... London to Liverpool is normally a 4-hour drive. Not to bad you say especially if it means that you get to bed a sex goddess.
But... London to Liverpool on a Friday night after work is 6-7 hours drive. So I arrive at 1.00am Saturday morning, Jessica is waiting up for me, Nice you say... MMM very nice, apart from her father is also sitting there.
She lives with her parents, not that they don't like me, they do. What they don't like is the thought of their little girl being seduced by an alien from London. So I get to sleep on the couch... Somewhat restrictive don't you think.
It is still worth the journey; even spending time with Jessica with her parents there is nice, (it would be nicer without them there.) But they do make me feel welcome.
Usually we are left alone at some point, when they go shopping or out in the evening.
Whoosh off come the clothes and we fuck like rabbits, it always seems a bit hurried just in case, but still nice.
We have been trying to engineer a weekend away together somewhere we could be alone. Somewhere we can make love, slowly, sink into each other's bodies without looking over our shoulder. Without the fear of being caught.
Anyway, remember the Ugly one... Well in all reality she is not that ugly, she is a country girl, big tits, farmers daughter and likes the country life. Jessica met Julia at university. I cant see what they have in common, but friends they are, and solidly so. They chat on the phone for hours, about what I don't know. I must admit I don't really like Julia; she is not my type of woman or person for that matter. Julia, I get the impression is not that keen on me either.
Julia though does have her good points. She has offered us her cottage for a weekend. The cottage is a two up two down, a small farm labourer's cottage that she inherited from her grandfather. Two rooms downstairs, kitchen and living room, two rooms upstairs, bedroom and bathroom.
The bedroom is very small and totally dominated with a large brass bedstead that must have been built in the room.
Julia has three Bull Mastiff dogs, her passion, she shows them on the summer circuit and they often win prizes. A dog show is the reason why the cottage is available for the weekend.
The English summer this year has been wet, the wettest summer on record. It was a Friday afternoon in July that I left work early to catch the train to Evesham in the rain. Julia's cottage is about three miles outside the town in a tiny hamlet near the river. Quite an idyllic spot when the sun shines.
Jessica was driving down from Liverpool later in the afternoon and would arrive about 7.00, I was arriving hopefully at around 5.00, time for me to put the Champagne on ice, And make something nice for Dinner.
Julia said that the key would be on the bird table, as she would be gone by lunchtime.
Hi Im Julia... I don't know what Tom has been saying about me so I thought that you should hear my side of the story as well. To begin with, I don't think Tom likes me, I get the impression that he thinks I am an on the shelf country bumpkin, without a life, let alone a sex life. I do have a life, and a sex life, ask the man in Evesham that I have been seeing for almost a year... Perhaps you had better not... he is married! His wife might find out.
In my opinion, Tom is too full of himself, too confident; he spends too much time at the gym working on his near perfect body. I bet he waxes his body hair... Yuck.... Mind you he does have a nice arse.
Jessica is my friend, a good friend, a friend I value above all else, so if Tom comes with the package, so be it, I will be pleasant with him for Jessica's benefit.
The Friday that this story is about started out OK. Until the rain started. My business, which runs from the outbuildings at the back of the house. I sell paper products on the Internet. Mainly to businesses that use a lot of disposable paper goods.
My plan was to work in the morning, just to send out some orders, then to leave at lunchtime, taking the dogs to the West of England Dog Show. I got a call at lunchtime telling me that the show had been cancelled due to the abnormal weather.
What do I do nowhere to go? My friend and her boyfriend have planned non-stop sex in my bedroom...
I phoned Jessica and explained about the show being cancelled, we agreed that the weekend would still go ahead, they could have my room; I would sleep on the couch with some earplugs.
The day became disastrous at about 4.00. The banks of the river collapsed, thousands of gallons of water where rising up to my outbuildings. I had thousands of pounds worth of paper goods sitting on the floor on pallets. I had to start moving quickly, I moved as many boxes as I could up to higher racking, but I was fighting a loosing battle.
Fortunately Tom turned up.... He was somewhat surprised to see me, not expecting me to be there. But I will give him due praise for the way hey just got stuck in and helped.... By 6.00 we had cleared the floor just as the water started to seep in.
"What about the house?" Tom asked, "Will the water level rise that high?"
"The cottage has been here for 180 years, and as far as I know it has never flooded."
We retreated to the house, but made sure to keep an eye on water levels.
Within half an hour the outbuilding where under a foot of water, at this stage I did start to worry.
"We had better put some sand bags at the doors to be on the safe side"
We filled bag after bag in the rain. We where soaked to the skin, but we managed to seal the doors.
As we got back inside, Jessica phoned, Evesham and the surrounding area had been cut off by the flood, she couldn't get through and had been turned back by the police.
So here was I stuck in my little cottage with three dogs (who normally live outside in a pen) and a morose, sulking wet man, who I couldn't help but feel sorry for.