Measuring up: part 1 of four - Sex Stories

Measuring up: part 1 of four

... fortuitously unemployed. 'So all we need now is a guy.' Neither of my colleagues could meet my gaze. With growing despair, I clawed my nails through my long black hair. 'Please tell me there's money enough to hire a guy?' * A crazed week careered by and crashed into an oncoming Saturday. Dazed, I stood amongst the wreckage wondering how the fuck I had survived it. * The queue in the local deli was unusually long for 11am. 'Hi.' I turned and, for the first time in five days, looked Geoff straight in the face. 'Hi.' Behind my bloodshot eyes, a shameful movie played, its unwelcome images numbing my brain, much as the icy can of coke in my hand numbed my fingertips. Meanwhile, from the pre-wrapped tuna salad sandwich clutched in my other hand, a dollop of mayo oozed onto the cellophane wrapper, forever glueing unwanted final scenes into the movie's final cut. The creamy condiment looked exactly like cum. Geoff's cum. I would never eat mayo again. He clasped my elbow, leaned in and lowered his voice to a whisper. 'Look, Sally...' 'Please, Geoff, leave it. Just leave it. What is done is done.' The hand on my elbow tightened. 'I can't leave it, dammit! I can't stop thinking about you. Can't stop...' There were tears in his eyes. His big shoulders were shaking. I glanced around. The queue was shuffling, growing uneasy. 'Not now, Geoff, please. This is neither the time, nor the place.' It was as if I had not spoken. 'I would have warned you, but I couldn't help it. Didn't expect it ...

... to be so quick.' Gritting my teeth, I vehemently shook my head. 'Geoff, please!' His mouth was now pressed to my ear. 'You are so beautiful. So sexy. When you wrapped your tits around it and licked the end... when you gazed up into my face... I...' I tried to walk away, but his grip was vice-like. I hissed as malevolently as I possibly could. 'Let me fucking go!' Don, the deli owner and an old family friend, called over the counter while glancing nervously between the two of us. 'Everything okay, Sally?' I forced a smile. 'Yes, thanks, Don.' I was frantic, did not want a shameful scene in this, my favourite takeaway. 'Can I pay for these later, please, Don? Only Geoff and I should have been somewhere else five minutes ago.' Now, to everyone present, it wasn't Sally and some anonymous guy having an embarrassing set-to in Don's Deli, it was Sally and Geoff. Using Geoff's name somehow gave me power over him. He fell silent, stuffed his hands into his pockets, raised his shoulders and drew in his head like a nervous turtle. I walked. He followed, still clutching my arm. Beyond the air-conditioned eatery, the air was hot and sticky, the summer sun blinding. I slid on my shades, and, with sweat beginning to trickle down my back, I turned on him. 'How dare you? How fucking dare you?' This is my neighbourhood. These people know me!' He didn't expect such fury, threw up his hands to protect himself. 'Sal, I'm sorry. So sorry. But it's driving me crazy. I can't look at my wife, can't ...