Page 45 of Festive Flings

He holds me close and my heart starts to settle. It is scary to put your trust in another, but life is for living. I could protect my heart from feeling and walk away from Tim right now, or I could live life to the fullest and appreciate this for all it is. This could be the start of the rest of my life. I just need to be brave enough to go for what my heart desires.

Tim. It desires Tim. And I think it always will.

~ Jamie ~

Billie and Jonty return home at lunchtime on Sunday, and as much as I love my sister, Owen has invited me to his house and I want some alone time with him. There is something freaky about staying in my sister’s house that has stopped us wanting to have sex. Is this what happens when you have children? Geez, no wonder my sister wanted nights away in a hotel; she must be permanently cock-blocked.

It has been adorable watching Owen interacting with my niece and nephew. He confessed to feeling out of his depth with children because of his lack of experience, but I honestly couldn’t tell. We spoke briefly about the future and about what we both want and it’s the first time having a family in the far future looks like a possibility. However, I think I have a good few years before either one of us will be ready for that.

Owen lives in Knightsbridge, which isn’t too far from my sister's. As soon as we get through his front door, we are ripping clothes off each other in between frantic kisses and moans. He rolls the condom on expertly before saying, “Welcome to my humble abode. I hope you’ll spend lots of time here, with me, doing this.” I am spread across his dining table, and he slides into me, groaning in pleasure. “Fuck! Baby, I have wanted this all night.”

His moves become deeper, harder, and tantalisingly fulfilling as he takes long, steady strokes deep inside me. It is measured and delightful. “I want you to play with yourself, babe. Flick your clit now while I fuck you hard. Let me see you make yourself cum.”

My core gushes at his words, and I clench him deeper inside me. I stroke down the sides of my body, his greedy eyes taking everything in. God, he turns me on so much. “Okay, Mr. Matthews, I will get myself off thinking of your hard cock deep inside me, but next time I want it to be you that makes me cum.” As I start to rub my swollen clit, he gazes down at me and watches me as I build up to my climax. His continued thrusts egg me along. My pussy is slick with wetness, and as Owen’s cock tenses and becomes rigid inside me, I start to cum. I chant his name, and it pushes him to his climax too. His body drops to mine, his head on my shoulder as he continues to pump deep inside me.

It’s not just the sex that is exhilarating, everything I do with Owen just feels exciting and right. Even the mundane things like us washing up simply feel so much more pleasurable because it's another moment shared with him.

We have to go back to the office tomorrow, and back to reality, but with a dinner date set up and the office Christmas party to navigate, we have much to look forward to.

I agree to help decorate Owen’s Christmas tree, and he makes my heart flutter when he shows me a decoration he had made yesterday. It has our names etched on it and across the top it says… Our First Christmas.

“I hope this is the first of many, babe,” Owen says sincerely through kisses.

Me too, I think as my heart swells with happiness. Me too.

~ Billie ~

I am still buzzing with excitement from Saturday as I open up Tables & Fables on Monday morning. Everything in my life seems to be falling into place because of the happiness and fulfilment I have in my heart and soul right now. Jonty says I’m glowing but Jonty is biased and always tells me I look beautiful even when it is evident I look completely gross.

However, there must be some truth in what he said. Jamie first told me I looked younger and happier. She then told us she would watch the children for us more often so we could enjoy extra time together as a couple, which is so sweet of her, especially now she has a new boyfriend.

I couldn’t be happier about the situation with Jamie right now. I've seen the way her boss looks at her and Jamie, no matter how hard she protested she wasn’t interested in him in that way, was definitely harbouring some feelings for him but denied them because she was with Carl. You could see a chemistry between them, a chemistry that’s hard to diffuse and fake. In my humble opinion, they could be really happy together.

When the staff at the café comment on my carefree happiness, despite the busy season upon us and customers pouring out of our ears, I know Jonty’s compliment isn't wholly biased. Dana even asks me for my secret. Am I taking drugs? Have I been inspired by an epiphany?

Imagining her reaction as I tell her I got fucked on the car bonnet by my husband while loads of people sat and watched and that since then I have felt on top of the world, I think she’d have a heart attack.

Last week, Dana recommended a book she has been reading that Lol, one of my favourite regular customers, highly suggested, and so last night, as Jonty and I settled back into our normal life, I pulled up the book on my Kindle and started reading. Before I knew it, a couple of hours had passed, and Jonty was snoring away at the side of me. I didn’t want to put it down, even the threat of an early start for work didn’t dissuade me. I can’t wait to discuss it with Lol today.

Greenwich is in full swing for Christmas. The shoppers and socialisers are flocking; therefore, our footfall has doubled now we are on the final countdown for the big day. The seasonal lattes and hot chocolate are going down a storm, and festive themed treats constantly have to be refilled. Our bakers and confectioners are working around the clock at the moment just to meet demand. The children are lucky if I manage to save a treat or two for them.

The day goes by so quickly that it is after lunch before I manage to grab a few minutes to sit and talk with Lol. As I approach her, I notice she has a massive smile on her face. It is like looking in the mirror. “Good weekend, Lol?” I ask when I am near her.

She looks up at me, flustered. “Yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking.” She smiles again, and I notice how beautiful she is when she smiles and I wonder what put that smile on her face.

“What’s his name?” I ask jovially. In all the time I have known her, she has never expressed much interest in anyone apart from telling me her preference is for men. There have been a couple of men interested in her, but she had never taken a flying bit of notice. I just assumed she wasn’t ready for anything heavy, or they weren’t her type.

Lol laughs at my question. “Who said anything about a him?” Despite her deflection, there is a definite twinkle in her eye and a radiance that only comes from falling in love. However, it isn’t my place to pry. Well, not too much anyway. “Dana said you started Mismatched Mates. What do you think?”

After explaining how I hadn’t been able to sleep because I was so engrossed in the book, Lol laughed. “She has a load of books on Amazon. You should check them out. She is my idol, that is who I would love to emulate.”

I arrange with Lol for me to read a passage from her book this Thursday at Open Mic Night. I am excited and hopeful that this sweet woman will start to get the recognition she deserves.

When walking back to the counter, I get an idea… I am going to email Melody Tyden and see if she would like to be our star contributor for our New Year's Eve Open Mic Night party. She is bound to pull a bit of a crowd and it will be a treat for the admirers of her work, too, including Lol.

However, I am distracted by the text message on my phone from Jonty:

The agency has located a pretty female matching the description you gave me. We can talk it over tonight. Love you, Bilbo x

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