melody_out-of-the-blue

OUT OF THE BLUE by Melody

PART 1

She glanced at her watch. Fuck, I'm going to be late back. For once Sally had decided to go out and do some shopping in her lunch break and have a sandwich at the arcade. She hadn't bargained on the teller of the computer store being such an idiot that he constantly had to get a colleague to help him out. What ought to have been a quick ten minute job had taken almost twenty-five minutes and Sally was fuming. If it wasn't for the fact that she was desperate for the part to get her computer working again, she would have walked out and given him a piece of her mind.

Not watching where she was going, too concerned to get back to her desk as soon as possible, she collided with another person when she rounded the last corner before her office block. She mumbled a hasty sorry, and continued on.
“Hey, hang on a minute,” shouted an irate voice behind her. “Don't you rush off like that!”
The next thing she knew, she had a hand on her shoulder, and she was being propelled around, making her cockle awkwardly on her ankle.
“Oh shit!” she cried aloud, still not looking up. “Now look what you've made me do! Happy now are you?”
“Sally,” the voice was softer this time. “Don't take it out on me. You're the one that wasn't watching where you were going.”

She knew that voice! Oh it had been a long time since she had heard it, but memories were starting to come back to her. Memories of pain and hurt, but also memories of joy, laughter, tenderness, fun and love.
“James, what are you doing here?”
“I live here.”
“I thought that you lived in London?”
“I have a place here as well. I thought you'd moved to Liverpool; that was the last that Nicky heard.”
She glared at James, glanced at her watch and grimaced. “Sorry, I can't chat, I'm going to be late back from lunch and I have a mound of work to get through. Nice to see you again, bye.”

Sally flashed him an unconvincing smile and practically ran the rest of the way to her office, with James in hot pursuit. He caught up with her just before she was about to enter the main lobby of the tower block. “Whoa, hang on,” he said, panting and obviously out of breath. “What time do you finish?”
“Why?” She tucked her now unkempt long blonde hair behind her ears.
“We need to talk,” he said irately.
“After six years? I don't think so.”
“Don't make me angrier than I am now Sally,” he warned. “You owe me an explanation.”

“Oh, do I really?” she said sarcastically.
“When you change the locks and your telephone number, and get your former colleagues to hang up on me; yes, you do. You never told me why you wanted to stop seeing me and the manner that you cut me out was despicable.”
“And shagging groupies wasn't?” She spied a security guard, and, with a wave of her hand, beckoned him over. “Please remove this man and if you see him around here again, call the police.” Without looking back at James she walked into the building, shaking from her head to her toes. The cheek of him!
James shrugged his shoulders and put his hands up in front of the guard. “Don't worry, I'm going!”

Sally pulled the garage door down, locked it, and walked towards her front door.
“The guard didn't see me watching the car park.”
Her blood boiled. “James! I owe you nothing, now piss off.”
“You,” he said, swiftly moving between her and the safety of her door, “owe me an explanation.”
“I gave you one: groupies!”
“Will you get it into your thick head,” he said slowly and deliberately, “that I did not!”
“Oh, and that's why it was posted in several gossip columns I suppose? And why Martin was unable to give me a straight answer every time I called to speak to you. You need to find a lie that works James. Oh and why were different women answering the phone in your hotel suite? Don't tell me, I know, they were all maids weren't they?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I never once got a call from you, and when I tried to call you I got the damned answering machine.”
“And I called you back, every time.”
James laughed and shook his head. “No you didn't! I'll bet that you had it all planned didn't you? Too much of a coward to call it a day to my face, so instead you engineered it for when I was touring.”

The last thing Sally wanted was a slanging match for all her neighbours to witness, so, reluctantly, she invited James in. She decoded the alarm, hung up her coat, and walked through to the kitchen, not saying a word to James at all.
“Well?” he pushed. “Answers would be good.”
Ignoring him, she continuing preparing the coffee machine, filling it with water and decaffeinated filter coffee, unwilling to be rattled and undermined by James. She would speak to him when she was good and ready; not before. Until then, he could wait.
“Stop faffing about and talk to me dammit!”
“This is my house and I will talk to you when I am ready to. If you don't calm down you can go now, I won't stand any nonsense from you James. You have no right to come here and start shouting the odds at me; not when the whole sordid mess was down to you in the first place.”

Exasperated, James took a deep breath and tried to calm down, he was shaking with rage, needing her to be honest with him, but accepting that he was going the wrong way about it. “I'm sorry,” he said, “I didn't mean to lose it like that, only, well, I loved you Sally, I still do.”
She stood with her back against the fridge. “So why did you do it? Wasn't I enough for you?”
Still standing, and shuffling from foot to foot as his nerves took over, James shrugged. “The first night I did shag a groupie, Martin came searching for me, and found us both, I had hoped that you would never need to know; it was that once, that's all. He gave me a real bollocking, I mean he really tore into me, reminding me of you waiting at home, of the promise that I had made to you. That was the one and only time, I swear it.”

“One is still one too many, if what you say is the truth. How do you account for all the lurid stories in the newspapers, and all the women that came forward to tell their stories, many of whom showed pictures of you naked or semi-naked. They didn't get those by accident, someone took them.”
“I don't know,” he shuffled again. “Maybe it was some computer trickery.”
“James, I know your body, I know the marks, the contours, everything. It was your body James.”
“Then they were taken without my knowledge,” he protested.
“Of course,” she said flippantly. “Someone went to all the trouble of setting a camera up in your room, actually, several bloody cameras, because they all caught you perfectly!”

“Sally, I don't have the answers, all I have is the truth.”
“You have no idea of what is fact or what's fiction anymore James. Over the years you have managed to convince yourself that you did nothing wrong, and you utterly believe it. Anyhow, you have had an explanation, so will you now please go? We have nothing more to say.”
“I can't leave it like this,” said James with dejection. How could he make her understand that he was telling the truth? There had been one groupie, one too many like Sally had said, and as for the photos and stories, he had no knowledge of where they had come from. All he could assume was that the pictures had been taken by groupies that had previously slept with him, and that they were also the ones selling their stories; nothing else made sense. “Talk to Martin, I'll give you his number.”
“What, so that you can have a word with him first and get him to cover your back for you? I don't think so.”
“Fine, get your mobile out now and call him while I am still here.” James got out his mobile, scrolled down his numbers, told Sally Martin's mobile number, and watched as she keyed it in and waited for Martin to answer, his nerves jangling.

“Hi Martin,” said Sally reasonably chirpily, “it's Sally, I'm not even sure you'll remember me. Oh you do? Well, I bumped into James and he's here with me now. Oh no, nothing like that, he asked me to call you to ask about that tour, the one...yes, that one. James says that he went with one groupie and that you found him is that right?”

James began pacing about. It may well be too late for them to rekindle their relationship but hopefully Martin could set the record straight and confirm that after that one indiscretion, James did behave.

“So why wasn't I told about that? Yeah well he didn't. I would have thought that you would have contacted me about it as well though Martin. You're right, I'm bloody livid! That still doesn't explain the photos though does it? What? Are you certain of that? Oh yeah, when my guy cheats on me and the pictures are plastered over the press I keep cuttings as a souvenir! Is that the truth? Ok, thanks, and sorry for chewing your ear off. Oh, just one other thing, can you recall why you were never able to give me a straight answer regarding James' whereabouts? What you? Now you're kidding me. Oh, ok, well bye Martin, and thanks.”
“Well?” asked James, moving closer to her.
“There was only the one time he caught you, and, when you weren't on stage or doing sound checks, you stayed in your room; a different room number to the one I was given, hence why I got different women all time,” Sally said sadly. “That's why I told him off; neither of you told me that little nugget of information all those years ago did you?”
“It never entered my head,” mused James. “I assumed that Martin would take care of it.”

“One of these days you'll surprise me by using that brain of yours.”
“What did he say about the pictures?”
Sally ran her hands over her face and took a sharp intake of breath. “He said that the décor in each one was different; none of them vaguely like the one in the room you were staying in.”
James heaved a huge sigh of relief, and smiled cockily at her. “I told you.”
“Yes, I know,” she said in exasperation. “He also said that those girls that had their stories in the paper had shagged you years before, certainly well before you had met me. I owe you a big apology; I am so sorry James.”

James had a hard time hiding his smugness; he had been vindicated. “What about not getting straight answers from Martin?”
“He explained that at that time he had taken up with a new girlfriend, leaving most of the business stuff to Terri and Angie. He says that he feels bad about it because his wanting to get his end away was a major factor in our split.”
“And he would be very right, wouldn't he? All in all it was a catalogue of errors, without them we'd still be together.”
“Oh no we wouldn't,” laughed Sally, astonished at his cheek. “You admit to shagging a groupie James; I would not have had you back, not once you had betrayed me.”
“You wouldn't have known would you?” he said, hanging his head in shame.
“Oh so not only do you have sex with a groupie, you also planned to lie to me about it? Sounds like I did the right thing by cutting my ties with you then doesn't it?”

“I didn't mean it that way,” cried James, thumping his fist on the granite worktop in fury. “If you were non the wiser what harm was done? We would still be together and happy; we were happy.”
“If you did it once and got away with it, why not try again?”
“I didn't though did I?”
“Oh yeah, I can see Martin running straight over and telling me that he discovered you in a compromising position with a slapper.”
“He told Terri and Angie to keep tabs on me after that; his explanation was that there was a particular fan that didn't seem to understand that I wasn't interested. They didn't have to worry though because I had learned my lesson. When I realised that I was putting our relationship on the line, I felt like such a twat; you deserved so much better than that Sally.”
“It's finished with now; we both have answers. I guess that there's nothing more to say.”
“Can't we at least be friends? I miss you in my life.”
“James, I don't see what good that will do, we've moved on.”

“Maybe you have but I haven't.”
“I can't help that, I'm sorry. I can't keep in contact with you out of pity; that wouldn't fair, to either of us.” She poured a mug of steaming black coffee and sipped it tentatively, not wanting to burn her mouth. “Would you like one before you go?”
“I'd love one, thanks.” Actually he didn't want one at all. He reasoned that if he stayed for a coffee they could chat and get reacquainted, and perhaps, just perhaps, Sally would change her mind.
“Do you still have it with cream and one sugar?”
“You remembered.”
Sally said nothing, she got on with pouring him a drink. Little did James know that she thought about him a lot; she had genuinely been in love with him, that had been the reason for her severing all ties with him; she knew that she would take him back. Even now, after all this time, the old emotions for him were bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

In the six years that she had been estranged from James, Sally had dated other guys but no relationship had turned serious, all because she was still hung up on James. He haunted her dreams;vivid, sexually arousing dreams, that awoke her, with her body tingling all over and a moistness between her legs. For Sally, James was a dangerous man to have around, it was hard to say no to him. Up to now she had managed it because she had been so astounded to see him again, and his attitude had riled her. Now though she saw things from his point of view and he was being so sweet; all it would take is one lapse in her concentration and she would be in his arms, kissing him, asking him to stay with her. She had to keep her dignity intact and not fall for him; at least not so soon.

They walked through to the lounge and sat down, Sally on the large sofa, and James on the smaller one, nervously sipping their coffee, uncertain of what to say.
“So,” said James brightly, interrupting the eerie silence. “How long have you been back in Wales?”
“Not long, about six months. I'd moved to Sheffield from Liverpool, and the company I work for offered me a promotion, the only thing was, it was here. I nearly didn't accept it; too many bad memories.”
James blushed, that was a thinly veiled reference to him, he knew it. “So what made you change your mind then?”
“All of the good memories,” she chuckled, happy that that comment had made James relax. “I like it here as well and still had quite a few friends in the area.”

“But not us,” he said morosely.
“You were the only one I wasn't particularly looking forward to meeting, for obvious reasons. If I met Nicky or Rachel, or your father, I could deal with that.”
“Don't think so, not my dad, he still goes on about you. He calls you the daughter in law that he never had.”
“I always liked you dad; he's a card.”
“Oh yeah, somewhat eccentric; that's my old man.”
Sally giggled. “That's no doubt why we got on so well.”

“You used to wind me up, the pair of you; I don't know who was worse! Do you remember that time when he came to your place because you had a workman coming round, but you wouldn't be in?” He looked at Sally and she nodded, her cheeks pink with her blushing. “And to amuse himself he decided to put a video on...a porno that we hadn't taken out.” James laughed so hard he had tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Oh don't! It was bad enough he was watching porn without it being the tape that we had recorded one of our sessions on. What the hell he must have thought, seeing you naked in all your glory, tying me to the bed and then teasing the heck out of me, I have no idea. Your vocabulary was extraordinarily colourful, to say the least.”
“And don't forget that you were gagged. The ribbing I got after that, it was a nightmare. He wanted to know if I hurt you, at your request I mean, and it took me an eternity to get him believe that we didn't do thinks like that.”

“Monty probably enjoyed that video until we appeared on it,” chuckled Sally. “That would have soon dampened his enthusiasm.”
I've never done that since,” James sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “The thought of my dad discovering another video always put me off. What about you?”
“Me neither,” she said. “As I recall it was your idea anyway, and I had to be persuaded.”
“Hmm, I guess I was the more adventurous one when it came to our sex life.”
Sally spluttered. “Oh no you were not! Who was the one who got vibrators, toys and dressing up gear? I was the one that bought all the sexy lingerie and bought some hard core porn.”
“After I had nattered about it.”
“You shit! You don't change do you? All that claptrap that you gave me about British porn being tame in comparison to other porn you had seen, but you nearly had a fit when I suggested that you go and buy it.”
“Only because people know who I am here.”
“Yeah, right,” she said disbelievingly.

“Come on, lets not fight.”
“Actually,” she said gazing at the clock above the fire surround, “I need to get showered and changed, I have a date.”
“A date? Who with? Is it serious?”
“That is no business of yours, is it?”
“I'm intrigued,” he blustered.
“So, be intrigued, I ain't telling you a thing James, so back off.”
“Bit risky going on a date in the middle of the week isn't it?”
Sally shook her head. “Oh stop it. Drink your coffee and go.”
“When can I see you again?” asked James hesitantly, not able to face her in case she refused.
“You can't.”
James' heart sank. “Please Sally, don't end it like this.”
“Like what? We've talked and straightened things out haven't we? That does not mean however, that I want to see you again. What we had was good, but that was then. There is no animosity between us, so please, let us both get on with our lives. If I bumped into you when I'm out maybe we can go for a coffee, that's all I can offer you James.”
“We'll see,” said James under his breath.

Sally got ready for her date, her mind constantly going over what James had said, and reminding her of how much she still wanted him. When he had left, James had hugged her body tightly against his, his hands caressing the small of her back, one trailing onto her arse and gently groping her. Oh she had tried to push him away but it was very half-hearted, and James' strength was no match for her own. His kiss goodbye had become a kiss on the lips, with his snaking his tongue forward and teasing her lips whilst not asking for entry into her mouth. Because of her feeble behaviour, Sally was all to aware that James had won; he knew she still wanted and cared for him; her body had betrayed her.

Her date was an unmitigated disaster, Tony leaving early because it was obvious that Sally's thoughts were elsewhere, of course he didn't know that they were revolving around James, and how good it felt to be held in his arms again, feeling his body against hers, her body responding to his every touch. Whilst she and Tony had been eating their meal and Tony made small talk, her memory was recalling how James made love to her, sometimes for hours at a time. She had often marvelled at his staying power when they had been a couple, and now couldn't help but ponder if he still had such amazing stamina. Occasionally, she silently rebuked herself, she then made more of an effort with her date, actively participating in the conversation, but after some ten or fifteen minutes her mind would slip and thoughts of James would fill her mind. It was a huge surprise when Tony informed her that he wouldn't be taking her out again; he didn't even stay to ensure that she safely caught a taxi home.

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