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A TRIP TO THE CINEMA by Janey

Rowan found a seat midway down the cinema that was roughly in line with the middle of the screen, she hated sitting too close. Just as the film was starting a fairly short man with shoulder length brown glossy hair sat in the vacant seat to her left, and smiled when she glanced at him. ‘Damn but he’s gorgeous’, she thought silently, and then tried to take her eyes away from him and focus her attention on the large screen in front of them.

“Popcorn?”
“Pardon?” she asked, unsure that he was speaking to her.
“Popcorn? I got a huge tub and I’ll never manage it all. Want to share?” His smile was radiant, and his cute little cupid’s bow lips grabbed her attention.
“I erm…”
“Go on! You’ll be helping me out.” Again that smile.
“Why not?” she giggled, dipping a hand in to the tub of little nuggets and taking a handful. “It’s very kind of you…”
“Sean. My name’s Sean.”
“Thank you Sean,” she smiled graciously. “I’m Rowan, thanks for letting me share.”
“No problem.”
Much as Rowan was a huge fan of Kevin Spacey she was finding it difficult to give him her undivided attention. Instead a certain gentleman called Sean was captivating her.

“So,” Sean said as they left the cinema. “Where’s a good place to go for a drink that’s within walking distance?”
“You’re not from around here then?” Rowan was disappointed; chances were she’d never meet him again.
“No. I was supposed to be working here but it was called off so I’m at a loose end for the night; hence the cinema. Thing is, I don’t feel like going back to the hotel yet.”
“Well there’s a decent pub on the next corner,” she raised a hand and pointed. “If you don’t mind it being lively.”
“Join me?” The expression in his wonderful brown eyes almost had her melting on the floor. “It would be nice to have someone to talk to that I at least know a little.” His nervous giggle was so cute and endearing.

“I don’t think so but thanks. I prefer somewhere a bit quieter plus I’m driving.”
“We don’t have to drink alcohol just because we’re in a pub.”
Rowan’s resolve started crumbling. Damn, she really ought to make him work harder.
“Come on, what do you say?” he teased, adding cheekily. “Promise that if I bore you, you can abandon me and leave me to fend for myself.”
That did it, resolve completely gone she said yes and showed him to her car, then drove him to a nice quiet pub that she knew.

Seemingly without effort he made her feel comfortable and at ease, taking what appeared to be a genuine interest in her and over the next couple of hours they moved progressively closer.
“I’d best get you back to the hotel,” said Rowan when the pub closed. “Much as I’ve enjoyed it, it’s time to call it a night.”
Sean didn’t mask his disappointment. “Thanks for letting me bore you silly.”
“You haven’t! I’ve had fun, not that I’m in the habit of picking up strangers you understand!”
Her short curly hair glinted in the moonlight and without thinking Sean caressed a lock between his fingers. “It’s as soft as it looks,” he commented.
“Thank you,” she stuttered, her heart beating furiously.

Throughout the journey back to the Carlton they laughed and chatted like they had known each other for years. Rowan had a heavy heart when she drove to the front of the hotel for him to get out. For an age they stared at one another.
“I know that you can’t have a drink,” Sean sighed, “but I’m not ready for you to leave yet, so why don’t you come up for a coffee or something?”
Rowan laughed. “That’s not very original.”
“I’m not feeling very original, I’m just being honest. I want to stay with you for a while longer yet.”
Normally Rowan was a sensible and reliable girl; however, tonight she had well and truly acted out of character, with an almost unashamed recklessness.

“There is one way we can spend a bit longer and I well we can get to have a drink…”
“And that would be?”
“If you came back with me to mine. Don’t get the wrong idea, you’ll be sleeping in the spare room.”
“Spare room, sofa, floor, I really don’t mind as long as I get to spend more time with you, getting to know you better.”
“For what? So that tomorrow you can disappear and never see me again? You like uncomplicated then?”
Suddenly Rowan was feeling vulnerable and open to a world of hurt. How on earth did she know that she could trust this man? Ok so he didn’t look like a rapist, pervert or burglar but then they didn’t have it tattooed across their foreheads did they? She then tried reasoning with herself that if he was a rapist he had already had ample opportunity to do something, but hadn’t.

“Look,” said Sean as if understanding what she was thinking and the dilemma she was caught in. “I’ll give you my full name, address and phone number, hell you can even have my mobile phone, stash it somewhere safe when we get to yours and call it insurance.”
“You could force me to tell you where it is,” she offered and he shrugged his shoulders in agreement. “Or you could just ransack the house until you find it.”
She had a point he had to agree.

“Have you heard of Manic Street Preachers?”
Rowan pondered for a moment. “The band were the guitarist went walkabout and then they had some really big hits?”
“That’s the one,” he giggled.
“What about them?”
“I’m the drummer.”
Rowan stared at him; come to think of it, he did look familiar. Then she started laughing.
“Ok, what’s so funny?”
“You were the only one that didn’t get naked in one of your videos! An ex of mine had the dvd with it on.”
“Strange how you should remember that!” he guffawed.
“I’d better get moving. That guy’s getting annoyed with us not getting out of the car,” she sighed nodding at the parking attendant, and then driving off. “Anyway, I noticed you because you weren’t naked.”
“Neither were the others actually,” he informed her. “Tricks of the trade and all that.”

“That’s a shame because Richey, is that his name? Well he sure looks like a hot little sod.”
“He is, was, hell I don’t even know what to say.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward.”
“You’re not; circumstances are. My gut tells me he’s alive and happy but maybe we’ll never know. It’s been a long time.”
“Yeah but it must be hard for someone who’s been missing for a long time to go back, and I guess it only gets harder the longer that they’re away. Then you have to consider all of the ballyhoo that surrounded him. He’d never have any freedom if he came back unless he was looking very different and those nearest to him could keep his identity a secret. With the best will in the world that would be hard to do; it would be so easy to slip up and call him Richey instead of whatever name he was using.”
“It would be nice to be given the opportunity,” reflected Sean morosely. “I still miss the little bugger. Not a day goes by when we don’t think of him; Nicky especially, they were very close.”

“Ah yes, they were called ‘The Glamour Twins’ right?” Sean nodded. “Not that I believe they were ever more than friends.”
Sean giggled. “They weren’t. Sometimes they were almost telepathic though, you know? It was scary how close they were sometimes; like chalk and cheese and yet like blood brothers; very odd.”

Rowan nodded and smiled. She enjoyed chatting with Sean; he was interesting.
Sean smiled at Rowan. He enjoyed chatting with her; she was interesting.

Once at Rowan’s home, she gave him a quick tour and showed him his room and the bathroom.
“Don’t want you losing your bearings,” she commented following it with an incredibly dirty giggle.
“Oh I don’t know,” Sean smirked. “That could make things interesting.”
“Hmm.”
‘Now what the hell is that supposed to mean’ pondered Sean silently.

They sat and talked whilst drinking a few whiskey’s. For once Rowan had the weekend off so didn’t have to worry about going to bed late or being sober for driving her car. It was almost 5am when they called it a night.
“Sleep well,” called Rowan as Sean entered his bedroom and she continued her way to her own.
“You too,” replied Sean, closing the door behind him.

Her home was a simply furnished two bedroom house, very welcoming and homely. Sean stripped down to his boxers then realised that he needed to brush his teeth but didn't’ have a toothbrush. He stuck his head out into the corridor; Rowan appeared to still be in her room. He went quickly to the bathroom and checked the cabinet, no brushes. There was only one thing that he could do; he’d have to ask her for one.

Gingerly he tiptoed to her bedroom door and nervously knocked. He expected her to shout a response, instead she surprised him by opening the door and standing before him in a pair of very sexy silk lavender coloured pyjamas.
“What can I help you with?”
Sean almost choked; didn’t she realise what answers to that question were running about in his head with her looking so wanton and desirable as she did in those pyjamas? Hell, they were lethal.
“Toothbrush,” he replied rather feebly, desperately wishing that he had the balls to tell her what he really wanted:

‘Actually Rowan, what I want is to rip those pyjamas from your body and then drive you insane by kissing every inch of you. Then when you think that you can’t take anymore I’ll make love to you and make you feel so good that I leave you begging for more.’

If only…

“Sorry, I never thought about a toothbrush,” she winked, her eyes falling to his crotch and making no effort to disguise what she was looking at. “Come in for a minute, I have some somewhere.”
Sean stepped into her bedroom, the TV was on but with the sound muted and a magazine was open on the bed, she’s been doing a crossword. He watches as she rummaged in her drawers, searching for the elusive toothbrush; well actually, he watched her arse. She very definitely had no underwear on under those pyjamas.

Damn but that realisation did him no favours whatever because his body began responding! Embarrassed he turned his back to her and tapped himself in the hope that it would stunt his erection; it didn’t. Over and over in his mind he could picture that beautiful arse wriggling in front of him, oh and those breasts! He had noticed them when she had opened the door; well it would be hard not to; her nipples were thrusting against the flimsy fabric and her breasts were definitely, well, they weren’t easy to hide, let’s say.

“Ah, here you go,” she said waving a purple toothbrush in front of him. “You may as well keep it.”
“Can I ask why you’re doing a crossword at this stupid hour?”
Rowan smirked and handed him the toothbrush, their fingers touched and both visibly shivered. “Habit, I always do it for at least fifteen minutes before I go to sleep, it helps relax me.”
“I could do that.” Fuck! Sean crumpled his face and shook his head at the realisation that he’d said it out loud. He was mortified.

Rowan maintained a neutral expression on her face, which worried Sean even more because he didn’t know if she was going to laugh at him or shout and get very angry.
“How exactly?” she asked with a smile.
Sean continued blushing furiously. “I was just having a bit of fun; ignore me huh?”
“Now that’s a shame but if you’re sure, I’ll see you later.”
Her smile was mischievous and beautiful and any awkwardness he felt, melted away and he smiled back to her. “Sleep well Rowan.”
“You too Sean.”

Sean couldn’t settle and neither could Rowan, both of them pondering if they had done the right thing. He couldn’t understand why he was being so feckless. Never before had he been tempted to sleep with someone that he’d only just met, not even in his youth, and certainly as a married man he shouldn’t be entertaining those thoughts at all. They were wrong, pure and simple.

Rowan knew that wanting anything to happen was madness. When they got up he would be out of her life, probably forever and not even recall her name. Then of course there was the small matter of a wedding ring. Generally she would run a mile from a guy who even tried to get close to her if he was seeing someone but Sean was different; something was drawing her in to him. He was mesmerically compelling.

Daylight was streaming in through a narrow slit in the curtains, and Rowan was still awake, as was Sean in the other bedroom. Both having spent the last few hours considering their next moves; if there were any other than saying ‘goodbye’.

“Sean,” she said softly tapping on his door. “Sean are you awake?”
“Yeah, is everything ok?”
“Can I come in?”
“I guess; I’m decent.”
Tentatively Rowan pushed open the door and entered the room with trepidation. “I erm, I wondered if you fancy some tea and maybe some toast? I was just going to go and put the kettle on.”
Sean nodded, not trusting his mouth to put together a coherent sentence; she was still in those sexy pyjamas. Hell he didn’t stand a chance.
“I’m erm, not really a breakfast man but the er, tea sounds good.”

Rowan smiled awkwardly and started walking out of the door but suddenly she turned around and went back in and this time sat on the bed, alongside Sean.
“You didn’t sleep very well did you?” she said heavily. “Sorry about that.”
“It wasn’t the bed or anything, I just erm, couldn’t, well, I erm couldn’t settle you know?”
“I know precisely what you mean. After that whiskey and the late hour I thought I’d be out like a light, but alas, it wasn’t to be.”
“You’re not used to having someone staying with you?” he queried.
Rowan looked decidedly flustered and huffed and puffed quite a bit.

Should she be honest or diplomatic?

“Actually that was kind of what it was but not for how I think you think I meant.”
“Care to say that in English?” Sean sniggered, sitting up against the headboard, the quilt resting tantalisingly just above his pelvis.
“Sorry,” Rowan giggled in embarrassment, her eyes resting on what was irritatingly just out of sight because of that damned quilt.
“Don’t be, I just wonder what you mean that’s all.”
“I meant it was hard because you were so close and yet so out of reach.” Coyly she glanced from under her hair, blushing like crazy but she’d said it.
A tense silence hung in the air.

“I thought I was on my own with that one.”
Sean had broken the silence and he was smiling but had Rowan heard him correctly?
“Huh?”
“I was going stupid thinking about you. Last night, I wasn’t joking, it’s just that, well, I didn’t intend to say it aloud.”
“I’m feeling a bit tense now if you still want to relax me,” ventured Rowan hesitantly.
A big smile spread across Sean’s face and his beautiful eyes shone with desire and happiness. “That sounds like a very good idea to me.”

Swiftly he threw the quilt onto the floor and pulled Rowan in to him, kissing her sweetly and allowing his hands to lightly brush over her lavender pyjamas and she melted into him, whimpering as his touches drove her wild.
“Sean,” she simpered into his mouth, the buttons to her top popping as he deftly undid them.
“Shush. Enjoy Rowan.”
“Sean…stop being so deliberate!”
He stared at her and stroked his thumbs across the reddish cheeks of her face. “I WANT to be deliberate because something special should be savoured. Our gig has been rescheduled for tonight, you’ll be there and come to the after show party?”
“You knew that last night?”
“Yes but I didn’t know that this was going to happen.”

“A one morning stand with a non groupie?” Rowan asked dejectedly and feeling cheep.
“NO! Don’t say that. I’ve never, ever cheated on my wife, though I don’t expect you to believe that, but I haven’t. I am so attracted to you and I don’t care how irrational that may be. I don’t want to lose it but I have no right to ask you to give yourself to me in these circumstances.” He backed off, ready for Rowan to go.
“What do you want?” It hurt like hell to even say it.
“Us; you and me together. Can we at least try? I know I’m being unreasonable but let’s try.”

She laughed a zany girlie giggle. “Strangely I believe you Mr Moore!”
He smiled and giggled back. “Good, so does that mean…”
“That we continue from where we left off?” she asked raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “I would be disappointed if we didn’t.”
“So would I.” His strong drummer’s arms pulled her back into his embrace and he kissed her as if his life depended upon it.

Rowan’s top soon landed on the floor and Sean sucked eagerly on the hard pinky-red buds of her nipples delighting in her moans and sighs as she tugged his head down onto her, desperate for his sensual touch.
“You’re so wet,” he sighed, his fingers softly caressing her over her pyjama bottoms. “Let’s take these off.”
Rowan merely whimpered and nodded in response. The offending bottoms had barely reached her knees before Sean was lapping at her wetness and moaning appreciative noises, leaving her to kick them off.

“Oh Sean!” she groaned in pleasure, her hands playing with his hair and guiding him to her; not that he needed it.
“You taste-so-good,” he panted as he licked, writing the alphabet on her clit.
“Oh-my-what-the-oh-damn-yes-that’s-oh-my-word-oh-hell-oh-ooh-oh-Seany.”
“Shush!” he smirked licking her hard bud furiously. “Stay still!”
“I-can’t!” she panted squirming under his touch. “Where-the-fuck-did-you-learn-THAT?”
He didn’t try to answer, rather he continued lavishing attention on her ever-increasing swollen clit.

Her orgasm came out of the blue and Rowan couldn’t believe how it rocked and shook her body. It was the most exquisite thing she had ever known and finally she knew what she had always suspected; she had never had an orgasm before.

Sean kissed his way up to her mouth, tenderly stroking and caressing every inch of her body along the way, fingertips never leaving her highly sensitive clit. “Don’t stop baby. Make it all so wet.”
“Sean!” She gasped as another wave washed over her.

He tugged her on top of him and guided her down onto his hard, stiff and large dick. “Rowan! I love that baby!”
“Hard like this?” she grunted.
“Fuck-YES!” he urged.

Eyes locked on his Rowan thrust up and down, back and forth, loving the way his hands dug into her and his language got bluer and bluer by the minute.
“Fuck Rowan, don’t stop,” he gasped. “Oh yes honey!”

Rowan rode him until he came inside her but instead of resting Sean spun her over and began licking her again, this time also using his fingers to thrust deep inside her until she climaxed so strongly that it took her voice away.

Sean’s mobile woke them. “Fuck, I’m late for the sound check, come on babe we need to get ready,” he said folding his phone away.
“You’re serious?” asked Rowan confused. Much as she hated it she had convinced herself that nothing else would come of this.
“I did say darling. I won’t hide you, I can’t. And yes I do know what that means.”
“No you don’t.” She said, hugging into the bedding. “It’s a marriage; friendships.”
“I know how I feel,” he smiled. “Now get dressed; James and Nicky will want to meet you.”
“But…”
“Didn’t you listen sweetheart?” he asked and Rowan shook her head.
“No I….”
“You should have! I told them that a very special lady would be with me and that you were staying overnight with me and for however many other nights it was possible for you to stay.”
“What did they say?”
“Nothing much!” he laughed. “Do I know what I’m saying? Of course I do. Be mine Rowan.”
“But your wife?”
“Be mine, Rowan,” he said kissing her deeply and caressing her face. “I love you, more than anything, I love you!”

Rowan gazed at him and smiled. “Do we have to go right now?”

End.

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