Paul's a mate of mine. He's a genuine nice guy and that surprises people when they find he's a mate of mine. Most people think I'm a bit of a bastard, but Paul doesn't mind that. He just says that's who I am. Like I said, a genuine nice guy. Like me, he's in the building trade. Difference is, he's concreter, where I'm a carpenter.
What else do you need to know about him? Early twenties, girls think he's handsome, reasonably intelligent, affable and popular. He's also got a very nice girlfriend, Nichole, known as Nicky.
Nichole's a couple of years younger than Paul. Around twenty, is my guess. She's a brunette, quite pretty and, like Paul, reasonably intelligent and she stacked. She's got the sort of figure that would give a blind man an erection. She's a secretary/receptionist, I believe.
Nichole is also what they call a good girl. That means she won't put out. If I was betting, I'd put my money down on her still being a virgin. I know Paul's not getting any from her, even though she runs tame at his place, because he was griping about it the other day.
He's too nice to push the issue when she tells him to back off. I reckon she takes advantage of his good nature and nice manners. I suspect that it won't be all that long before they break up.
I could be wrong about Nicky, of course. I don't know her that well. I'd seen her around a bit before she took up with Paul, and I've seen a bit more of her since then. The only real knowledge I have of her is that her ex-boyfriends always struck me as losers, which probably explains why she's found it so easy to keep her legs crossed.
I'm Gavin by the way. Early twenties, fond of the ladies and they're fond of me. I am not a Lothario, chasing after them all the time, but I do appreciate their company.
One day I happened to get a bit better acquainted with Nicky. Paul had to go to Sale to do some work at the Air Force base there, and would be staying on the base for the week. He asked me if it would be possible for me to drop past his place sometime during the week and check over his PC for him. He thought he'd picked up a virus and was hoping I could fix it for him. I'm quite handy with computers and I like mucking around with them so I said sure. He let me have a spare key and then he toddled off to Sale.
I was busy over the next couple of days but I happened to have Wednesday afternoon off, so after lunch I headed over to Paul's place and let myself in. I was walking down to the room that he uses as an office when I heard a noise.
Now the house was supposed to be empty. Paul didn't have any pets, he was in Sale, and Nicky would be at work. If someone had bust in looking for something to pinch, that someone was about to get a nasty surprise. The noise had come from Paul's bedroom and so I walked quietly up to it and stepped in.
That someone got a very nasty surprise. A pleasant surprise for me, mind you, but a stark naked Nicky was horrified.
After the first horrified scream and the traditional dance of the hands, Nicky recognised me and screamed at me to get out. I just smiled and asked her why she was there. She should, I pointed out, be at work.
"The owner had to attend a funeral," she said, "and he closed for the day and we all had the day off. I came around to Paul's place to do some housekeeping for him and then I had a shower. Why are you here? You can tell me later. Will you just please go away while I get dressed?"
The shower explained the nudity. There seemed to be a lot of it and I was quite enjoying the view.
"No," I said, in answer to her second question, "and I'm here to work on Paul's computer. He thinks it's got a virus."
"What do you mean, no?" Nicky protested. "I want to get dressed."
"And you can," I told her. "Just as soon as we've finished, although you'll probably want another shower."
"Finished what?" Nicky asked, looking startled.
I smiled. I haven't been called a bastard for no reason.
"Me Tarzan, you Jane," I told her. "Jane naked. Tarzan horny. Jane is going to be screwed."
"I most definitely am not going to be screwed, as you so crudely put it. You get out of this room right now. And I'll be telling Paul how you're harassing me."
Nicky wasn't too impressed with my Tarzan act, it seemed. Not that it mattered. She was still naked and there was a nice bed right behind her. I moved towards her, unbuckling my belt as I came.
"You can't be serious," Nicky protested. "I said no. No way. Now you've had your little joke. Please just leave."
As I was taking my trousers off while Nicky said this, she must have realised even before she'd finished speaking that I was serious. She started backing away, but only succeeded in bumping against the bed and involuntarily sitting on it.
Stepping out of my trousers I also bent and took hold of Nicky's ankles, flipping them up onto the bed so that she was now lying down.
"No need to rush," I told her. "I don't mind taking my time."
"I sat on the bed by accident and you damn well know it," Nicky protested, pushing at me as I sat down on the bed next to her.
