Page 33 of The Tape Job
“Nah, probably a chef,” he says, resuming his meal.
I can see that, actually. The turkey Johnny cooked last Christmas was incredible and made Christmas slightly bearable—and I usually hate Christmas. I walked in on my dad getting head from some random woman one Christmas. No one wants to see their father engaged in any sex act, but surely it’s worse when it’s part of an affair.
Johnny knows how to add to my turmoil, however. “Did Dad call you? He said he’s thinking about flying out here with Jayne.”
Fucking Jayne. My dad’s latest ‘friend.’ The latest in a long line of wonderful matches he subjects us to, only for them to disappear a few weeks later.
“When is he coming?” I ask.
“Not sure yet,” Johnny shrugs, setting his cutlery down.
“Excuse me, can I—” a voice to the left of us says.
“Sure, do you have a pen?” Johnny flashes a grin.
“What?” the woman asks, looking between Johnny and me. “Sorry, I was after the salt, may I?” She reaches over and grabs the shaker from the centre of the table. Now is the time I really wish I had my camera. Johnny’s face is one to capture and frame.
“Are you done?” he asks, pushing his chair back with his legs. He’s in a hurry to get out of here.
I stand up, trying to suppress a laugh. And as soon as we step onto the street, Johnny asks me not to mention it to anyone. That sort of stuff is comedy gold in the dressing room, I’m sure.
“Fine, you keep quiet to Liam, and I’ll keep quiet to everyone about that,” I reassure him, but Johnny’s embarrassment is the least of my worries. I’m dreading my dad coming to visit, and I’m dreading meeting this Jayne, but I’m dreading this season with Liam more than anything.
Liam
I have no choice but to walk past Vicky when I board the coach. She’s wearing a red dress that shows a bit of cleavage, reminding me of her fantastic tits. By the time I’m sitting next to Ryan, I’m thinking about the first time I saw her naked. It’s etched into my mind, that vision of perfection and, embarrassingly, I came as soon as she touched me.
Vicky’s nipples are pink and pert. The perfect size to roll between my thumb and index finger. Her breasts themselves fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. I let myself slip into the thought of playing with her nipples. She loves that, and the moans she made always made my dick ache. And I loved pushing them together and sliding—
“How’s the car?” Ryan nudges me in the ribs. He’s referring to the branded Ford which I’ve landed this season. It’s got an obnoxious number of team decals covering the black paint work and I can’t say I’m a fan, but it’s part of the job.
“Fine. When are you getting the Jeep?” I ask.
He’s been talking about it like it’s his firstborn or something. I’ve heard it all before, so I’m not really listening when he replies. My concentration is directed towards the front of the bus where Vicky sits. And now I’m thinking about the last time we kissed.
“Still trying to move on?” His eyes follow mine just as Vicky stands up and reaches for the overhead locker. Her eyes dart towards us and lock with mine for a split second before she looks away.
I lean slightly to the side to glimpse her legs, looking particularly long and shimmery today; a pair of black patent leather stilettos on her feet. This will be a long-ass coach ride. I shift in my seat, hoping that Ryan doesn’t notice the situation I’ve allowed myself to get into.
“I’m over her,” I say.
He bursts out laughing, but then, thankfully, he takes his phone out and starts doing whatever the hell he’s doing, leaving me in peace. Peace to keep ogling Vicky.
I don’t know how I played it cool during those early days. Ever since I laid eyes on her, I knew she was my kind of flavour, but I was a kid. I didn’t want to let on that I liked a girl, especially my best friend’s sister. Even now, I know she holds some sort of power over me. And I’m trying my fucking hardest to forget about her and move on, because fool me once and all that crap. I can’t let her break my heart for a third time—but I’m struggling to let go. Is it just the sexual attraction that has a hold on me? Probably at the moment, anyway, because I’m horny as fuck and my dick hasn’t worked properly since Christmas. My attempts to jerk off have been pathetic, and the only thing that gets me off is watching those videos I have from Vicky when we were long distance.
“Lee, please tell me you’re going for fewer penalties tonight?” Johnny leans across the aisle, interrupting me.
Right, yes. I’ll focus on my game and not be so fucking chippy tonight. “Sure,” I offer Johnny, and out comes his goddamn notebook. I never used to be one for fighting, but I’ve been feeling high levels of angst recently. Fighting has been an excellent opportunity to release some of that pent up aggression.
Johnny continues his captain’s speech—at least until his phone rings. He excuses himself to answer it. It’s not as if we can ignore the conversation. The coach is a small, open space and Johnny does not keep his voice down.
“She’ll come around… yeah… I know, but it’s hard for her… uh-huh, sure… okay…” He hangs up, but I know the ‘she’ he is referring to is Vicky.
“Everything okay?” I ask, my head turned towards Johnny. I can feel Ryan adjusting himself as he looks over to the captain, too.
“My dad has this new girlfriend, and he’s coming over soon. He wants to introduce us to her. She wants to meet me and Vicky,” he says, his eyes darting to towards the front of the coach.
“How does Vicky feel about this?” I ask before I can stop myself.
