Page 67 of Pelvic Flaws

“Did you ever hear me and Carl?”

Mum put her head to one side and considered my question. Finally, she shook her head.

“No, can’t say as I did.”

I snorted out a laugh, seeing as Carl and I had played hide the sausage in my childhood bedroom hundreds of times.

“Says it all,” she replied with an air of nonchalance.

“Oh God, I can’t believe you heard us,” I groaned.

“Hmm, Eric thought he was killing you. Then, when he realized what he was actually doing, it took me all my time to stop him killing Ryan.”

“Shit, I’m so embarrassed.” I buried my face in my hands and groaned thinking of Eric, my step-dad, having to listen to my moans of pleasure.

“Don’t be silly. It’s natural.”

“Even so.”

“I tell you what,” she said, nudging me with an elbow. “That Dex fella looks as though he’ll make your screams heard the next street along.”

“Mother!”

She grinned at me and winked. “Ah, don’t tell me you haven’t looked.”

I gave her a wry smile and thought about how not only had I looked, but almost maimed him in the process.

Then my mind went back to when I’d accidentally touched him – yeah, she had a point.

Katie

Dex and I’d had a couple more dates since the ball busting incident and both had been perfect. One had been dinner on a boat on the river in Chester, where we’d had a gorgeous meal and then walked along the river bank, stopping for Dex to kiss me gently. It had been like a scene from a film and I thought I was going to explode with happiness. Our fourth date had been an afternoon trip out to a country pub. The kids had been staying with Carl, except for Isaac, who decided to stay home because it was closer to Heaven & Ink, only by about five minutes it had to be said, but I wasn’t going to argue with him – he was finally happy and settled. Dex had picked me up and wouldn’t tell me where we were going, all he’d say was to wear jeans and comfy shoes. I’d got ready with a little trepidation because I’d never been one for hiking, and didn’t want to disappoint Dex, or be disappointed, but our walk through some woods leading to a beautiful thatched pub, had been perfect. The whole afternoon had and because no one was home when he dropped me off, he came inside and we finished the night with some serious snogging. This time no balls were hurt in the process, but my nipples got pretty sore. Dex was gentleman enough to call a halt to things the moment I moaned out his name, otherwise, we may well have done something that I wasn’t quite ready for.

Now, like a complete idiot, I’d agreed to a gym date with him. Dex said it would be fun. He’d said we could go and do a couple of hours and then treat ourselves to a coffee in town.

I’d said Dex thought it would be fun, but it really wasn’t. The man was a forty-six-year-old silver machine. He was relentless, alternating cardio with weights. He left me to my own devices for a while, but when I saw a lithe, black-haired gym bunny chatting to him over by the leg curl machine, I finished my run – well fast walk – and made my way over.

I had never been a particularly jealous person. I trusted Carl and I was sure I could trust Dex – not many men would give up a fuck buddy in case they managed to snag a date with another woman. What I didn’t trust was the way she was flicking her glossy ponytail around, like it was a horse’s tail swatting at flies. I also didn’t like the way she was suddenly sticking her boobs out – boobs which were most definitely bosooms. Dex, to his credit, kept walking towards the machine, but each time he took a step she said something else to him. No, she definitely needed to be made aware that I existed.

As soon as I was a couple of steps away from them, I immediately wished I’d ignored her flirting. I felt so old and inadequate when I looked at her.

Wearing a crop top and skin tight leggings, I could now see her six pack and the bulge of toned biceps in her golden tanned arms. I looked down at my little pot belly pushing against my ancient ‘Frankie Says Relax’ t-shirt, which wasn’t even an original but a cheap Ebay imitation that I’d got for an 80’s themed party. I was also wearing leggings that had a tiny hole in them and a bleach stain on the bum. Thank god Frankie was long enough to cover it up. The only decent thing I had on were my trainers and that was because they were Annie’s – the bottoms of mine had dog muck stuck in the ridges of the sole and I’d forgotten to clean them.

I sighed with disappointment at my soft and a little bit lumpy in places body, comparing it to the hard and streamlined figure of the woman in front of me. Even her hair was poker straight, unlike my sweat-frizzed mass that was piled on top of my head.

“Hey,” I said, still trying to regulate my breathing.

Dex gave me a beautiful smile and looked me up and down. “Hey darlin’. You ready to go?”

“No,” I replied, swallowing back the ‘fuck yes’. “Thought I’d come and do weights with you.”

“Really?” he asked, reaching to cup my elbow. “You’ve done an awful lot of cardio. You feeling up to it?”

“Yes,” I snapped, wondering if my jelly legs would actually work for much longer.

“Okay, let’s get to it.” Dex flashed a smile to the girl. “Nice talking to you.”

“Maybe I can buddy up with your friend,” the woman said before turning to me. “Hi, I’m Jenny.”

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