With no Sam or Angela, for a few days, I did feel a bit at a loose end. But Friday soon came around, with the promise of some flirting, and maybe more, with Simone. I finished work early, and spent some time getting ready for the evening at Simone's. I popped out for a quick haircut, showered, shaved, etc, pruning mWith no Sam or Angela, for a few days, I did feel a bit at a loose end. But Friday soon came around, with the promise of some flirting, and maybe more, with Simone. I finished work early, and spent some time getting ready for the evening at Simone's. I popped out for a quick haircut, showered, shaved, etc, pruning myself to look my best. Then I packed Daniel's and my overnight bag, just in case, and picked Daniel up from school. He was really looking forward to the evening with Stephen, which was good.
We arrived at Simone's place, and she answered the door. She, as usual, looked great. Black pinstripe trousers, very tight indeed. A cream silk blouse, tight enough round her tits to more than catch my eye, and some black heeled shoes. No bum-enhancing boots, unfortunately.
She gave me (well, us) a huge smile when we arrived, and I swear she smiled even more when she noticed my eyes linger slightly on her tight blouse. Stephen ran to the door, and excitedly led Daniel upstairs to see his latest Lego Construction kit, which the boys both loved.
Simone laughed at them, and lead me through to her conservatory, the doors standing open to make the most of the nice balmy summer evening, and then she poured some lemonade for the boys and cracked open a cold beer for me. We sat on a sofa facing the garden as I asked how it went with Ken earlier in the week.
"Oh, fantastic. I think he was expecting me to be a blubbering wreck, and that he could walk all over me regarding the divorce settlement, but he got a bit of a surprise. I hope you don't mind me saying, but I just kept thinking of you, and it helped me keep my head cool."
"Oh? How's that?"
"Well, I was thinking what a nice guy you are, and how there must be other guys out there like you, and when I'm ready, I'll go looking for them, instead of finding a prick like Ken."
"There are other guys like me? Are you sure?" I bantered.
"Well, I bloody hope so, otherwise Angela will have a fight on her hands," she laughed. "Seriously Andy, our chat and, I guess you could say our cuddle, on Tuesday, it really helped. I've been at a loose end since I kicked him out, but it was great to just sit with you. I really appreciate it. If there's anything I can do in return, just let me know."
"Simone, you shouldn't be making suggestions like that to a man who's girlfriend is about to go away for a year. Do you have any idea of the sorts of things I might ask you to do?"
"Andy, you told me about the plan remember? I don't think you'll be struggling to meet your quota."
"I'm not so sure. You know what it's like being a parent. You don't get to socialize much, even less so when you're a single parent, and on top of that, I work by myself, so it's a pretty solitary existence. It took forever for me to meet Angela, so the odds of meeting a woman every month who's also open to our ... agreement... well, it's just not going to happen."
"Andy, don't be so hard on yourself. You're good looking, slim despite your age, financially independent, caring and considerate, funny, and give good hugs. And good kisses too, if our peck was anything to go by. I think you'll do OK."
"I MIGHT do OK, if I ever actually get to meet someone. Actually Simone, maybe you can help on that? I mean.... Well, what I'm trying to say is...." I purposefully looked flustered, as if trying to say something embarrassing. "Well, it's like this... you know about the list... And I was wondering... Just say no if you're not interested, I mean it's entirely up to you... But would you... by any chance..." A longer pause. "... Have any single friends?" I grinned at her as I said the last bit.
Simone laughed. "Andy! I thought you were going to ask me if I wanted to be on the list!"
"Good god Simone, absolutely not. Can you imagine? You and me together? Eurrgh! What a horrible thought!"
"Andy, you bastard. How dare you! I'm not THAT bad."
"I don't know Simone, I mean, that kiss... well, you might have enjoyed it, but that doesn't mean I did!"
She looked at me, open-mouthed. "You cheeky bastard! It might have been a while since I kissed anyone but Ken, but I'm not that bad a kisser!"
I shook my head, looking at her. "Prove it."
She stopped, realizing she'd played into my hand. "Oh, no Andy, no you don't."
"Prove it."
"No Andy. Behave yourself."
I shuffled along the sofa, towards her, until we were real close, then whispered "Prove it Simone. Kiss me."
She stopped, her eyes flicking between my eyes and my mouth, searching for something. Then I reached up, gently took a hold of her chin with my fingertips, and tilted her head up, bringing mine down. Our lips met, and hers parted, her body relaxing into me, as we kissed. Her hand came up to play with the hairs at the back of my neck as our breathing got slightly faster.
Then we broke apart as the boys came back downstairs to show us what they had built. As we both exclaimed our delight over the robots they were showing us, Simone and I exchanged secret glances with each other.
We played for a while, and then Simone cooked dinner for the boys, saying that we'd have dinner after they went to bed. The boys ate like all boys do: noisily, fast, and while having fun, and we had a good play with them. After some more games, and a DVD, Simone and I agreed it was time for bed, so the two of them, with at least 30 minutes of protestation, eventually settled down for sleep, with me settling them down and Simone making our dinner.
When I came back down, Simone had re-set the dining table for more adult dining, and was just serving up a chicken in white wine sauce with vegetables. "Nothing too fancy," she said, "but at least it's not fish fingers." I laughed, and told her it looked and smelled just fine.
We ate and talked, sharing a bottle of wine, touching on various subjects. Obviously the conversation came back to the Woman of the Month club.
"So... I hope you don't mind me prying, but you've got to admit, it's kind of unusual... You're going to tell the various women, are you? In advance?"
"I've not really thought that far ahead, to be honest." I thought about it while eating a mouthful of food. "Probably, I think. Although if the woman seems to be interested in something casual anyway, I might just make it clear that that's all I'm interested in casual also, and say nothing of Angela. Of course, Daniel will probably say something - I've not told him yet about Angela going away, but I will this weekend. He's quite attached to her, but he's also attached to Sam, and she'll still be here, so he'll be OK. I just want him to understand that there will - or might, I should say - be other women around."
"Ah, yes, the ever-watchful Sam..."
"How do you mean?"
"When I came over at the weekend, she was VERY protective of you. I think she's got a crush on you Andy."
"Rubbish," I said, not wanting Sam and I to be public knowledge. "I'm twice her age, for fuck's sake. There's no way she'd be interested."
"I wouldn't be so sure, Andy. Older man. Nice house away from her own home. Lots of late nights and staying over. You want to be careful in case she decides to take matters further."
"I'm sure she won't. She's a sensible girl. Goes to church. Studies hard. In fact, I'm not even sure she's interested in sex."
"Andy, I've met Sam a few times over the last couple of years, and all of a sudden, just when Angela's leaving, she starts dressing better, showing off her figure, and so on? Oh yes, she's after you. Maybe she's been waiting on you to notice her, thought she'd missed her chance when Angela turned up, and now she's going for it before Angela comes back."
"Simone, be serious. I'm an old fart compared to her."
