The Mirror Ch. 02

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Early next morning he was gone. She hadn’t heard the van pull out, but there was a vacant space in the car park where it had been the night before. Relief washed over her. Perhaps he was already safely offshore, shut away in his metal world far out at sea. When the van didn’t return that evening or the next and the familiar silence settled on the flat next door she began at last to relax.

Slowly normality reasserted itself.

She couldn’t help wondering what it said about her. Had she not been honest with herself? Was this something she wanted? Was that why she’d failed to resist. She dismissed the thought as absurd. She put it down to a simple aberration, something that must never be allowed to happen again. Though it worried her that when she thought about the encounter before the mirror she found herself aroused, despite herself.

Paul was gone for several weeks. As the encounter began to recede there were days when she began to think it had never happened. It seemed so entirely inexplicable that her mind turned away from the memory. She struggled to understand how the world that contained her relationship with Adam could at the same time embrace those few moments in front of the mirror. She knew how much it would hurt him if he knew. It came to her that she had taken Adam for granted, accepting his reassuring presence, and his ceaseless consideration for her well-being. For a while she tried harder to be nice to him.

It made no sense to be angry with Paul, she reasoned. She had done nothing to stop the encounter so she could hardly blame him for taking her compliance as a sign of encouragement. She knew he would come for her now. He was a man after all. He would want more. And that was something she would have to deal with. She tried to imagine what she would say to him when he returned. She would have to make it clear from the outset that the moment in front of his mirror was an aberration that would not be repeated. She would simply keep him at arms length. This decision felt like closure and for the first time in some weeks she slept as she had in the days before they met, like a child.

And then he was at the door late one evening, in search of milk.

She fetched an open carton from the fridge.

– Escort How was the North Sea?

– Same as ever, he said. Grey. And cold.

She’d forgotten how much she liked the accent.

– I’ll bring it back

– No, keep it, she said. We’ve got plenty.

– Ok then.

And he was gone.

Lena closed the door in disbelief. There hadn’t been the slightest indication of what had passed between them. It was as if it had never happened. At first she was grateful. But as the evening wore on her relief was replaced by irritation. How could it be that something that had consumed her waking hours so comprehensively in the last few weeks,seemed to have made no impression on him at all.

Later that night as Adam and Lena were making love she was ambushed by an image of Paul. He was standing over them with his huge erect penis in his hand. She climaxed with a cry that took Adam by surprise and made him ask – absurdly – if she was ok.

– Paul’s back, she said later. He came to borrow some milk.

Adam was almost asleep.

– I saw the van was there, he said.

She took a deep breath.

– We should ask him round, she said. What about supper?

– Could do, said Adam.

– Will you ask him?

Adam turned his back. Settled into the pillows.

– I’ll go round tomorrow, he said.

In the end, they decided supper was a bad idea.

We’d have nothing to talk about, Adam said.

So it became early evening drinks, with a few friends from work. She’d planned to make some nibbles and bought cream cheese and smoked salmon. But in the end she decided he didn’t deserve it and settled on a few bowls of crisps instead.

Paul was late to arrive and though he made himself agreeable he remained largely detached, a slightly incongruous figure amid the lighthearted chatter. Adam introduced him to one or two of her friends, but inevitably after exchanging a few pleasantries he moved on. When her merchant banker friend Clive embarked on a story she’d heard several times before about a man on the tube with a St Bernard Paul turned away.

She followed him into the kitchen. He was running the tap, waiting glass in hand for the water to run cold. He looked at her, smiled.

– Nice Escort Bayan party, he said.

Lena leaned back, folded her arms.

– You don’t mean that, she said.

Paul smiled to himself. But said nothing.

Enough, she thought. Enough. She took a deep breath.

– I dreamed about you last night, she said.

He seemed to consider this.

– Tell me.

Lena looked at him. Waited, just a beat.

– Oh, you weren’t doing anything, she said. Just standing there with your erection in your hand. It was quite sweet.

She took another sip of her Chabils.

For a moment Paul said nothing. Then

– Nice picture, he said.

He drained the glass, set it on the surface beside her and turned to go.

As he passed he leaned in close so that he was almost whispering into her ear.

– Here’s another one for you pet, he said.

Again, the soft Geordie lilt.

– You sliding down till you’re squatting with your back against the door of that cupboard. My cock in your mouth. Me fucking you so hard your skull rattles against the woodwork.

And then he left her to join the others.

Her breath had gone out of her. His coarseness was like a blow. A hammer blow delivered in the soft velvet of his Tyneside lilt.

The rest of the evening was difficult. Her guests were sufficiently enlivened by the drinks not to notice. She busied herself topping up glasses, playing the host while keeping clear of him and at the same time trying to appear not to. As the evening wound to a close she took orders for coffee.

– Paul? she said, determined not to be cowed.

But he made excuses. He had to go. An early start tomorrow he said.

– Anywhere nice, said Adam.

– Offshore, he said. So, no, not anywhere nice.

He took his leave of the other guests and Lena slipping easily into her hostess role followed him out into the hall.

– Will you be away long?

She tried to make it sound casual. She wasn’t entirely sure she’d succeeded.

– A month, he said. Maybe more.

Adam appeared in the doorway.

– Thanks for coming he said. And for being so understanding.

– No problem, he said.

Then as Adam watched, he took Lena’s upper arm, leaned Bayan Escort in and kissed her cheek.

– I think that went well, Adam said as the door closed behind him.

Her arm held the memory of Paul’s touch long after he’d gone.

She lay awake for what seemed like hours. Each time she closed her eyes she could feel the hard surface of the cupboard door against her back. She marvelled at his sheer lack of shame. Perhaps that’s what living offshore did to you. Exiled from civilisation. It turned you into a monster. When she replayed the scene in the kitchen in her head it appalled her. There was nothing sensual in him. Just instinct and entitlement and an animal strength. Everything she hated about men. And yet she couldn’t get the picture he’d drawn out of her head. The soft violence of his words. Her skull rattling against the woodwork. His cock in her mouth. He’d do it too, she thought. He’d do it while her guests stood round watching, drinks in hand. The hostess on her knees gagging at each thrust. Over and over. She stared at the ceiling, too excited by the thought to sleep.

A month, he’d said. He’d be gone for a month.

She was out of bed before it was light. She had no idea what he had meant by early. It was just after 6.30 when she heard his door. She opened her own front door and stepped outside. He didn’t seem in the least surprised to see her standing there in her wrap. She pulled the door closed behind her.

She had planned what she would say. But faced with him now in the early morning light, the words escaped her.

But it seemed he understood. He took her arm and led her back through his front door. He turned her to face the wall and holding her there with one hand lifted her silk wrap and reached between her legs. She was already wet, but he seemed not to notice. Instead he found the button of her arse and began to push.

She cried out.

It made no difference. He was implacable. She felt him lean into her and gave way. His finger slid deep inside her. She could feel his bunched fist against her cheeks. And then he bent down, she felt his breath on her neck, and then his teeth and he was biting and sucking hard.

He came out of her at last. led her out of the door and closed it so that the lock went home.

– Don’t let anyone see that, pet, he said, touching the mark on her neck almost tenderly.

And then he was gone.

She was still shaking when she locked the bathroom door and burst into tears.

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