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The mood around the dinner table was very tense that night; Dad and Sally refused to even look at each other. I then realised that over the last few months, their relationship had deteroriated severely, and I began wondering, as I ate my TV dinner of peas, beans, soggy meat and overdone potatoes, just how long Sally had been cheating on my dad.
After dinner, Sally summoned Oliver to the den, and I was summarily banished. I decided to take advantage of the surprisingly warm night, and retreated outside to sit by the pool, listening to the cicadas as they started up a lusty chorus. Overhead, the sky was starting to darken, and the few cars that used our dirt road slowly dwindled away to nothing, until it was just the cicadas, and the occasional cow lowing in the distance. Sometimes a sheep bleated nearer at hand, and Mrs Baine's rooster - who could never tell the difference between dawn and dusk - engaged in his usual lusty call, until a squawk and a slamming door ended that escapade for the evening.
I didn't want to admit it, but I'd actually grown used to those sounds. Roden Valley wasn't such a bad place to live, and had it not been for Sally and Fanny, I'd have been happy to stay here quite willingly. But there was the promise of the house in Preston beckoning me, as well as the further promise of the marriage to come between Oliver and I - provided Sally didn't make him suffer for "failing" in his duty to her.
Upstairs, a door slammed, and then I saw the light in Fanny and I's bedroom turn on. Someone - Fanny, probably - screamed in rage, and I winced as I heard something break. Judging by her incoherent ranting as she cursed at everyone and everything, she'd told Sally about Oliver and I's engagement, and had been summarily disbelieved. More swearing and smashing of things confirmed this, before the door banged open, and a savage argument between Sally and Fanny ensued. The front door then banged open, before slamming shut, and soon Dad's Escort tore out of the driveway, and down the road - heading for the nearest pub, no doubt.
Upstairs, the fight between mother and daughter ended with the two screaming vile insults at each other, and two more doors banged shut. Eventually, peace returned, but I did jump when I heard the sliding door open. Looking over my shoulder, I sighed in relief to see Oliver coming out, looking like he'd been dragged backwards through the wringer. "Bad?" I asked.
He sighed and nodded. "Bad," he confirmed, dropping to the ground beside me and kissing me on the forehead. "Long story short; Fanny did try telling on us. Sally then called me in for a grilling, saw the ring, discovered it was true, and praised me for 'winning' you over!"
I winced. "And the shouting match?" I asked.
"Well, to cut an even longer story short, Fanny gave Sally quite a bollocking," Oliver said. "Words were had - which I'm sure half the bloody village heard - and Fanny got so angry she ended up accidentally revealing Sally's pregnancy to Jim. He wasn't happy, and he's now gone to seek solace."
"Jesus," I said. "So what happens now?"38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaw3VxRKg7n
Oliver stood and pulled me to my feet. "We kiss," he said, grinning despite the haggard look still lingering in his eyes. "We kiss, and we forget all about them for a little while. Shit will hit the fan tomorrow once everyone's had a chance to calm down, but for now, it's just you, me, the cicadas, the sheep, the cows, and the pool."
It wasn't hard to tell he was in desperate need of solace - he wasn't as calmed down as he'd have me believe. "In that case," I said, grinning, before shoving him in the pool. He came up, sputtering, and I laughed at his bedraggled look. The laughter turned to a squeal as he climbed out, and the squeal turned into a gurgle as he took his revenge - namely, by pushing me in. I barely had time to get a breath before he jumped back in and tackled me, sending us both underwater in a flurry of bubbles. His lips closed over mine as the water closed over our heads, and I soon forgot about the lack of air as we kissed, arms locked tight around each other as we sank to the bottom. Air did become an issue quickly after that, but we surfaced only long enough to get in a good breath before going under again, this time letting our hands roam. Despite having gotten plenty of skin to skin contact the night before - both in the spa and in bed - there was something delightfully sinful in the way Oliver's hands slid under my shirt to gently caress my back and sides, and I returned the favour, letting my hands glide under his shirt to caress his chest. The occasional bubble slipped past our locked lips, reminding me we were slowly running out of air, but that just added to the thrill of this stolen moment, and we ended up staying under a bit too long, resulting in us gasping for air when we finally surfaced after several blissful moments. "That was intense," I said, once I got my breath back.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPMLTvCAJWH
Oliver pressed his forehead to mine, gently caressing my waist under the water. "But fun," he said, and I smiled, relieved to see the shadow had finally lifted from his eyes. "Want to do it again?" 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxLravX4PyO
I grinned. "Well, when you put it that way," I said, and Oliver smirked as he pressed his lips to mine once more. Moments later, we went under again, and I tangled my fingers in Oliver's hair, determined to wring out as much from this as I could. His hands tightened against my back in response, and I shivered in raw unbridled pleasure as I felt his hips press against mine. It was entirely accidental, but I didn't mind, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. His next movement wasn't accidental, and again, another shiver of pleasure went through me. We were fast running out of air again, but that didn't stop Oliver from pressing me close to him so I could feel just how turned on he was, and despite the ever increasing bubbles as the last of the air left my lungs, I responded eagerly when he ground his hips against mine. He let out a bubbly growl, tightening his hold, but that cost us - moments later he pulled us back to the surface, and we again had to take several breaths as we recovered. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, and I wasn't planning on letting go any time soon. Oliver responded by turning around and pressing me against the pool wall, kissing me again as he ground his hips against mine once more. "I think," he said, his voice rough with desire, "that we ought to move this to a more ... comfortable setting." 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkd8BY983IE
"Time to see if the bed in your Kombi is as comfortable as you claim," I said, and Oliver grinned. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb2zzJ6ULiv
As it turned out, the bed was as comfortable as he claimed.
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