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| RICHEY’S FLATMATE by Melody Margot entered the lounge and Richey spluttered on his drink of tea; Margot looked stunning, more stunning than usual, and she was always gorgeous in his eyes. “Will I do?” she asked nervously, anxiously staring down at her clothes. “I'm not sure about this dress, do you think it's too short?” “No,” coughed Richey, and it genuinely wasn't. “Sorry, my tea went down the wrong way.” “Hey no choking on me before my big night out,” she smiled, her grin warming the cockles of Richey's heart. “Why don't you come and join me? I'm sure my colleagues won't mind you tagging along?” “Oh no,” he shook his head vociferously. “This is your leaving do, the last thing you need is an outsider crashing the party.” “I could do with some moral support,” she said in a pleading voice. “You have worked with them for years, what's to worry about? You'll have a great time so stop worrying.” With Richey's words of encouragement ringing in her ears, Margot got in the taxi and left for the farewell meal. She and Richey had been house sharing for almost three years, after she had been introduced to him by Nicky's wife, Rachel. “Richey, that house is far too big for you and Margot can't afford any where decent, so why don't you give it a try?” That had been how it started. It had been the second time that Richey had met Margot, and they got on well. Richey was usually shy with strangers, uncomfortable and reticent, but with her he was able to talk freely and relax. A week after she had moved in, they had established a routine of sorts, and Richey relished spending time with her. She wasn't a girl for going out a lot, preferring the simple pleasures in life, rather like Richey did. It soon became obvious to those that knew them that their feelings ran deeper than they would both admit. It was more a case of when it would happen than if. Richey glanced at the clock when he heard a car door shutting, surely she wasn't back so early? She was; a few moments later he heard the key in the lock and then the door being opened. “Hey, how come you're back so soon?” Margot stood against the door jamb, looking forlorn. “They all wanted to go clubbing and I didn't fancy it.” “Why don't you go and put your pyjamas on, take that make-up off and then I'll have a nice glass of whisky waiting for you.” “Oh, you're a star!” she gushed, slipping off her heels. “These bloody shoes have been killing me.” When she got back downstairs, a whisky and ice was waiting for her and Richey had put the stereo on, playing a Jack Johnson cd. “You didn't have to turn the documentary off for me honey.” “It wasn't all that interesting anyway,” Richey explained. “So, did you have fun?” “The meal was nice.” Richey knew her well enough to know that she was hiding something from him. “Come on Margot, what is it?” She took a gulp of her whisky, curled her legs up beneath her on the chair and stared down at the gently swirling whisky in the tumbler. “I was sat next to that awful, leering prat Derrick all night. I told him I wasn't interested but he wouldn't leave me alone. His conversation was really sexual and when I told him I found it offensive, he laughed, told me to loosen up and then bought me a bloody cocktail. When he put it down in front of me he said 'that will help you lose your inhibitions girl. You'll soon be asking to come back to my place'. I ended up throwing the cocktail over him.” Richey began chuckling. “You did right! I wish I could have seen his face when he was drenched.” Margot relaxed a little and tittered. “It was the pieces of fruit dripping off him that was the funniest thing. He just turned round and told me to lick him dry, undid his shirt and stood there waiting.” “The creep!” Richey could feel his blood start to boil. How could anyone be so disrespectful to Margot? She was just the most kind and considerate person, not at all deserving of such coarseness. “Well, for his trouble, Ella picked up his beer and then poured that over him as well.” “But you're ok? He didn't touch you did he?” “Oh no. Ella told him to leave and when he refused she asked the staff there to get rid of him. The girls were really nice and waited with me for a taxi to make sure that he wasn't around to cause any more trouble.” “That's something,” Richey sighed heavily. “Still, you won't have to see him any more now.” Margot downed the rest of her drink. “Fancy giving me one of those neck massages of yours? I'm still a bit wound up.” “Sure thing, come and sit in front of me.” Margot moved over to him, instead of sitting on the floor she moved his right leg from the sofa, and sat between his thighs. “This is be more comfortable for you,” she grinned. “If you say so,” he blustered, a little unnerved at having her so close to him. He put his uncertainties to one side and began to knead the tense muscles around her neck and shoulders, smiling in enjoyment as she moaned her appreciation. “That is so good,” she sighed, “but my pj top is getting in the way. I'll unbutton it a bit and you can move it off my shoulders.” “No, that's ok. It isn't a problem for me.” “Do it for me,” she said in a sweet voice. Not waiting for his answer she undid several of the buttons and started to push the top over her shoulders. “That isn't going to work either, it doesn't feel right having the top bunch up like this. I'll take it off instead.” “No don't,” said Richey, desperately trying to stop her removing the item to no avail. “How much have you had to drink?” “That whisky was my first of the night.” She turned round and sat looking at Richey, who was trying to avoid both gazing at her breasts and touching them. She leaned forward and gave him a sweet, tender kiss. “I decided that I should let you know that I fancy you like crazy.” “You have a very subtle way of doing things,” he said sarcastically. “I have tried being discreet and tactful and where has it got us? Time to be a little more obvious, I think.” All Richey could do was grin. He had only been telling James yesterday, when he spoke to him on the phone, that every time he tried to approach Margot to ask her on a date, he was getting so tongue tied and worried that the words wouldn't come. Now here she was, letting him know in no uncertain terms of her intentions, or was it wishes? “Did you hear me talking with James yesterday?” “I didn't know that you'd spoke to him,” she said, puzzled by his question. “Why, what did I miss?” He bent his head down to hide his embarrassment, but soon looked up again when his eyes flashed onto her naked breasts. “Oh Richey, you are so sweet!” Margot wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her, pressing her lips against his more firmly than the last time. Richey moaned from deep in his throat, put his hands under her bottom and moved her till she was against his crotch, her legs either side of him, and returned her kiss with enthusiasm. He smiled coyly at her when they reluctantly parted. “I was talking to James about my problem with you.” “Problem?” Richey tittered, kissed her nose and cupped her face delicately in the palms of his hands. “I would get tongue tied when I tried to ask you on a date or tell you that I fancied you. James thought it was rather hilarious, which I didn't appreciate. Just because he gets women to go to bed with him at the drop of a hat doesn't mean that we all want to; or know how to for that.” “If you went with women that easily I wouldn't be interested in you at all, no matter how attractive. I'll let you in to a little secret shall I? When we first started sharing this place, James asked me out on a date and I told him to take a running jump. He asked me why and I told him straight; he's a male slut. Can't say he was overly impressed with me after that.” “Au contraire ma petite,” said Richey, planting lots of kisses on her face. “He still wants you, he told me so.” “Only because I'm a challenge for him. Wonder how he'll take the news?” “He promised not to make a play for you and that he'd be happy for us.” Margot took hold of Richey's hands and kissed the palms reverently. “Enough talk of James, you have a massage to finish,” she smirked. “Why don't you do here next?” She firmly placed his hands on her breasts. “I was thinking exactly the same thing,” he winked, kissing her passionately and fondling her breasts. THE END. <<< Melody’s stories |