Loading...I’ve told you about the messing around at college and of the 3somes with Sharon. Shortly after that episode with her I met the man that eventually became my husband, Kevin.
Then, apart from the occasional half joking suggestion usually made in a club by a girl of, “fancy a snog” and a couple of strongish come-ons by senior managers in the ad agency I joined after leaving university half way through my second year I had no more such experiences for many years. I then told you a rather long story.
I went to live with Kevin much to the consternation of my parents. Almost ten years older than me he was so sophisticated and worldly wise, humorous and glamorous and loving and just sheer sexy that for almost ten years I had no thoughts for others let alone the rather twilight world of other women. During that time I can honestly say that I was never tempted nor even thought of anything with another man and certainly not with a woman. We married when I was in my early twenties had Sarah shortly after and life was wonderful.
But things change. As do men and as do husbands. And Kevin was no exception. I almost died the first time I found out that he had been unfaithful. My world was at an end, I thought, and only Sarah pulled me through. But we made up, “it was just a one off, she means nothing to me,” he explained. She probably didn’t but it wasn’t a one off for several years later I found out again. We parted but that was awful. I still loved him as did Sarah. We went back together but things were not the same particularly sex. I could not just fancy him the way I had and I shut him out. I found out what a “headache” is and I developed different tiredness times to him.
I was probably at my lowest then. My most susceptible and my most emotionally vulnerable. He had often in the throes of sexual passion said that he would like to see me with another woman. I’d told him about Louise and Sally at college and Sharon and the threesomes, as I had told him about everything before we met. After all my commitment to him was total and he deserved to know everything.
Over the years he’d often asked what it felt like when I was with them and describing it to him made him ultra frisky. As our ardour, well at least mine, declined so his interest in them and in seeing me with another woman increased. I told him not to be daft but he kept on. The pressure increased just as my depression deepened. He accompanied it with terms like, “it’s just what we need to rekindle our love Mandy,” and “it will get us back to what we were.” I continued to refuse and he included threats to leave us. That I could not envisage. That I could not do to Sarah who absolutely and quite rightly adored him. He even said, “you’ve been there before do it again, for me.”
Eventually I became worn down and agreed. “Who though?” I asked desperately hoping we’d be unable to think of anyone. “Jenny down the pub,” he said mentioning a girl that sometimes joined us at the pub we went to most Wednesday evenings. Jenny was an actress who often entertained us with outrageous tales of the goings on behind the scenes and after hours at the theatres and TV studios she worked in. She had absolutely no inhibitions at all and talked very openly about her sexual exploits giving very strong hints that she might well be fairly bi. “No one in show biz knows what the hell they are,” she’d said once. A few years younger than me but almost certainly not the youthful age she claimed, she was single but had had a host of partners and made claims to having had, “far more than I can count,” lovers. Tall, around 5 feet nine she had a dancers figure with long legs and a very supple body but Quite pretty but certainly no beauty in my eyes she had a rather hard looking face with quite thin lips and small eyes. Clearly knowing though how to make the best of make up, her longish blonde hair, that she usually wore down with a slight frizz to the tresses and her lithe long-legged figure, she always looked dramatically glamorous and, I suppose, fairly available. Despite this I had never heard any rumours in the village about her going with anyone from nearby but several times she was seen in local restaurants with women who presumably stayed at her flat overnight. Hence there was a fair amount of goodhearted speculation about her sexuality
On balance I thought that Kevin had made a good choice from an availability viewpoint but the thought of it still did nothing sexually for me and I was really dreading it should it happen. “Do you think you could ask her?” he flabbergasted me by asking. That was the limit and we had a blazing row with me telling him that I had changed my mind and that he could “fuck off if he wanted.” This went on for a few days during which his manipulation was at its most extreme and effective. Inevitably I suppose I once more agreed that I would do it but that I didn’t think I could ask her.
In his own indomitable way Kevin solved the dilemma. She came into the pub a couple of Wednesdays later talking, as usual, about her latest adventures and sexual exploits in the theatre. “Well just the producer and leading man” she replied to someone’s query as to whether she had got lucky. “Oh messed around with the leading lady as well of course, got to keep in with the power brokers hasn’t a girl?” she beamed at us completely unabashed.
Kevin managed to get the three of us alone at one end of the bar and cleverly turned the conversation around to rather saucy matters asking her about her exploits. This went on for a while with her and him becoming ever more open and then, right out of the blue , he came out with, “You know Jen, I reckon you could help an old married couple rekindle the spark in their marriage couldn’t you?” She made some witty response ending with “any couple in mind Kev?” Laughing he said, “well I bet you can guess can’t you?” She looked at both of us and went on, “close to home are they?” “Yes very,” he replied moving if anything closer to her as she said, “what did you have in mind?”
I could hardly believe what was happening as he went on very boldly with what seemed to be the bombshell, “I’ve always wanted to see my wife with another woman?” There was silence as Jenny’s gaze slowly went from Kevin, to me and back again. It seemed to me as though she was thinking about it and I was rather hoping she’d say no and go off in a huff. She took a sip of her drink as she once more looked at me and back to him before saying softly, “mmm might be fun, is it OK with you Mandy?” I could hardly breathe let alone reply so, like a fool, I just nodded and covered my embarrassment by putting the glass to my lips. Things then progressed quite quickly and it was arranged that the three of us would have lunch on Sunday at the pub then go back to our house which was just a short walk away.
I hardly thought of anything else between then and Sunday and several times I tried to talk Kevin out of it but there was no way that he was going to agree so my destiny was set for Sunday. My feelings about going with Jenny were very mixed. The actual thought of being with a woman, funnily enough, was not as daunting as I thought of it as I would have imagined it would be. My mind went back to what I had experienced with the girls and there was a sort of calmness with my views on the physical aspect of it. It was the emotional side and the fact that Kevin so wanted me to do something that he knew I would rather not do that was the main concern. As was his refusal to fully answer whether he would want to join in. “I don’t know if I would want to or whether I would prefer to just watch the two of you two,” he said very non-committal. I wanted to ask what he would do if he did join in but I guess I was scared of the answer so I didn’t.
At the lunch I purposefully drank more than I usually did at that time. We were all friendly and Kevin was very chatty cracking jokes and making double entendres that Jenny and even I could not help smiling at. When he went to the loo she said to me, “are you really ok with this Mandy?” I again nodded and said that I was a little nervous. She went on, “look if at any time you want to stop just say so and I’ll piss off, ok?” Just as I saw him coming back Jenny asked, “You have done it before haven’t you?” I replied that I had, probably making it sound as though I was far more experienced than those teenage escapades warranted.
In the house Jenny sat in the middle of a settee her feet tucked under her bottom. As she was wearing a short, black skirt she was showing her legs almost up to her panties and that, and the fact that the pink, loose knit top she was wearing outside her skirt was showing that she wasn’t wearing a bra, made for a very come on sexy pose. Kevin poured us brandies and I made coffee that we sipped as we chatted almost as though nothing was unusual.
“You have a lovely house” she said after a while and Kevin said would she like to look round it adding, “come on Mandy let’s show Jenny around.”
I realised that he had thought out the route for we got to our bedroom last. “and here Jenny,” he said coaxing her into the room in front of us, “is where Mandy and I have our fun and where hopefully you and her are going to,”
This is it I thought, no way out now, no going back. “Why don’t I get us a nice bottle of wine?” he suggested “while you two work out the fun.”
We were standing close and she again said, “you sure Mandy?” very softly and throatily. This time I did reply, “Yes Jenny I’m OK.”
Kevin returned with a bottle of champagne and poured us all a glass. “here’s to a fun afternoon,” he toasted, raising his glass adding coyly, “can I take a couple of photos of you Jen?” Jenny raised her eyebrows but the actress came out if in her and she said, “sure,” immediately striking a couple of poses. “Why not sit on the bed Jen?” Kevin suggested getting his camera and taking the focus and light readings. He took a few shots and then said very huskily, “Shall we all get er more comfortable?” “You can put that away then,” Jenny said sharply, “I don’t want any more taken, got my reputation to maintain haven’t I?” It hadn’t really occurred to me that he would undress and I was taken aback when he unbuttoned his shirt and started on his trousers. Jenny smiled and slid her hands behind her obviously finding the zip on her skirt and looking at me as if to encourage me to follow.. I reached round me and with very shaking hands pulled the zip of my dress down. As she slid her, almost micro skirt down so I dropped my dress to the floor and stood before her in my underwear. She was now in just her panties, a frilly thong I noticed, and the fairly loose top through which her nipples, that were clearly throbbingly hard, poked very alluringly.
She moved a little closer saying, “lovely underwear Mandy, Janet Regar?” I managed a “no it’s Perla” as I saw Kevin now in just his boxers move over to a chair on the other side of the bed. He was already very erect. Jenny said, “let’s sit on the bed Mandy,” and I followed her sitting beside her on the side of it. “may I?” she asked leaning behind me her hands going to my bra strap. She didn’t wait for my reply presumably assuming no need and I felt it being undone and the cups being eased away from me.
I still didn’t feel sexually aroused and I sat there rigid and very tense extremely aware that just a few feet away my husband was lying nearly naked watching every move. I couldn’t though bear to look at him and instead I sat there looking down at my legs. Jenny was still half behind me and out of my line of vision so I didn’t know whether she and Kevin were looking at each other and all I could see were her hands that were by my sides on the bed. It was actually fascinating to watch them as they started to move and I remember thinking “she’s going to touch me.” As they, so slowly it seemed, moved upwards I closed my eyes still feeling far from aroused.
And then I felt the gentlest of touches. The softest of caresses. The most delicate brushing of her fingertips against my nipples. She so slowly ran them round the larger part of the nipples gradually moving closer and closer to the centre that she then pressed with what was just the amount of pressure.. They reacted obviously and as they grew so she gently squeezed them between her fingers and thumbs. Pulling on them with hardly any pressure at all she coaxed them to their most extreme until they were at their largest swollen erectness. I was now, I knew, becoming aroused and thus as her hands cupped each of the orbs and began to gently caress them so I gasped a couple of times.
The feelings were so lovely and so intense that I slowly forgot Kevin and really that it was another woman doing this to me. In my mind she became an anonymous object. A vague figure now giving me so much pleasure. A promise of so many sensations.
Nothing was said. I suppose it wasn’t necessary. Jenny continued arousing me for ages. She was so patient and considerate, taking her time, relaxing me, priming me I suppose.
Her hand continued caressing my breasts sending what I now found to be the most delicious feelings through me. Her other hand was running up and down my back, brushing through my hair, caressing the back of my neck and reaching round me to softly touch my eyelids, my cheeks and my lips. I could feel her boobs pressing into my arm and my back, her hair rustling against my shoulder. I could smell her perfume and feel her warm breath on my ear. I lost all recognition of Kevin and my concern at doing this so into what she was doing did she take me.
I felt her pulling me backwards. I was laid on the bed my legs over the edge. She sat beside me forcing my arm around her so that the edge of my hand was against her hip. She looked down at me a look of such care and tenderness on her face and held my gaze as she took my breast in her hand again. She smiled as she saw the look of pleasure run across my face and she pinched the nipple, a little harder knowing from her own experiences that was exactly what I wanted. Her fingers started flittering around my body. Running all around my breasts, under them and across them. Sliding slowly down to and around my waist. Touching my naval and squeezing gently on my hips. I felt as though I was in heaven.
Jenny was leaning over me, her breast hanging down towards my face. From that angle they looked fuller than I had thought they were. Her nipples were darker but not as round as mine and they were very bloated. Her blonde hair falling onto her breasts and framing her face made her look much prettier than I had always reckoned her to be. She had a slight smile and her eyes were half closed as her hand slid slowly and softly even further down my body. Ever moving, slowly and gently she traced her fingers across my tummy and let them slip just inside the elastic of my panties. But they moved away again and ran over my chest before returning and going even further downwards. They ran outside my panties to where my pubic hairs begin as her other hand stroked my hair and my face.
I was now becoming very excited and was extremely aroused for she had been doing this for what must have been twenty minutes or so…Her hands were so knowing, gentle and arousing that their movements totally consumed my thoughts. Where they were, where they’d been and where they were going was all I could focus upon. I forgot the girl on girl thing, I forgot Kevin I forgot my reservations and doubts. All that seemed important, no crucial, were those wondrous fingers, those marvellous touches, those such stimulating caresses. I found that my hand which had been resting against her hip was now stroking her skin which was so wonderfully soft, almost like silk.
Hers went further down and flittered up and down my thighs. The inner fleshy part, the most senstitve part. She knew exactly what to do, what I wanted and what would pleasure and further arouse me. They would slide upwards until I was full of anticipation but to only move away just before they reached my panties. The panties that I knew were totally see through. That would show her my pubes and the outline of my lips. The panties that would now be soaked.
My head was lying back so I couldn’t see what she was doing or what she was about to do. So when her fingers so lightly brushed across my mound merely, but so sensationally, softly touching me right where my lips join at the front my entire body bucked like a horse. With no hesitation or fumbling like most men the tip of her finger had immediately found the protuberance of my clitoris. She didn’t rub it or pinch it. She didn’t press down on it. No, her knowing fingers brushed across the tip of it sending shivers of such pleasure through me that I felt my bottom rise off the bed. And then they were gone. But they came back and then went again.
She knew exactly what to do and when. What would excite and arouse. Exactly what my body and mind needed to make me respond to her and to take me to levels of amazing pleasure. And I was responding. Not dramatically, not very energetically and not, really, all that evidently but my hand had slid down just inside the back of her panties and I was stroking and gripping the swell of flesh on her hip just above her taught bottom.
She again ran the tips of those wonderful fingers up and down my thighs this time though not stopping. No this time they slid into my groin and along it. They slipped inside the elastic of my panties around my legs. This time they touched and slithered along the now engorged lips that were probably so evident through the sheer net. They returned to above my groin and ran across my tummy. Now uninhibited, now assured of their welcome and now encouraged by my reactions they pushed their way inside my panties searching downwards for my wetness, Several times they went so near that my body stiffened with the anticipation but each time they stopped. “Would she ever touch me there?” I thought. “Is this just a tease? I wondered suddenly realising that with all my being the thing in the world that I most wanted at that moment was for those fingers not to stop. For them to keep going, to plunder me and stroke me there.
When at last they did I just simply erupted with sensations. I heard several deep grunts come out of my mouth. My eyes closed tightly and I gritted my teeth ss I felt her hand cup my mound her fingers snuggling tightly between my legs.right on and slightly inside my lips. I came immediately. Strongly and so gushingly. I knew that I made a noise. I knew that my body writhed and bucked and I knew that I cried out something but what ir was I have no idea. It seemed to go on and on as though it would be endless. With her other arm she cuddled me to her chest as she comforted me through the final throes of this awesome orgasm. My face was pressed against her breast, one hand was in her lap the other around her waist.as those magical fingers just went on and on giving me new sensation after new sensation.
I lie in her arms for what seemed an age, the occasional sob escaping from my lips, as she stroked and consoled me telling me how much she had enjoyed it and asking whether I had. Now, though, aware that Kevin was there I just smiled but said nothing. He chimed in, “well I bloody well did it was absolutely fucking amazing.”
Jenny looked at him and said, “pleased you liked it, have a good wank did you?”
He shot back, “no but I would have liked to” She replied, “well you should have we wouldn’t have noticed would we Mandy?” Looking at him I saw a combination of lust and love on his face and I didn’t know what to think. Debased and demeaned that he had forced me to do this or pleased that he had insisted.
“Fuck it,” I heard him saying, “the champagne’s finished I’ll get some more..”
“Well Mandy” Jenny said softly, “you did enjoy it didn’t you?”
I looked at her and smiled and said, “Yes Jenny it was amazing.”
She kissed me. Not passionately and not deeply. Just a brushing of our lips together but enough to make my pulse start racing again. “Oh shit,” I said. “What’s the matter?” she asked. I smiled and said, “I think I may have enjoyed it a little too much..”
Kevin poured us champagne and we all sat on the bed drinking it as he went on about how fantastic it had been and how exciting he’d found it. The bulge in his boxers was very obvious and Jenny after looking at it murmured, “yes we can see that Kev.”
I knew then that he wanted to join in. That he wanted sex with one or both of us. I looked at Jenny and realised that she was thinking the same thing but neither of us said anything.
Jenny and I had moved to lying on the bed alongside each other our heads on the pillows. Still both in our panties our arms were touching and she was running her toe up and down my calf. We looked at each other and she bent forward and brushed her lips across mine again. Kevin said very hoarsely, “is there an encore on its way?”
For an answer Jenny kissed me fully on the lips and I didn’t object. In fact I kissed her back. She was a magnificent kisser but then I should have expected that for she had been so marvelous earlier.
After licking all round my opened lips she would mould hers to mine and kiss me open mouthed for ages. Her tongue touched mine and licked my gums and teeth. She sucked strongly on first my bottom and then upper lip and then kissed me all over my face. My chin, my neck, my cheeks, my forehead and then, most magically, my eyelids. Always though returning to my mouth we kissed and kissed for so long it could have been an hour for all I knew. In many ways, strangely, this long bout of kissing and embracing was far more intimate, erotic even, than the more overtly sexual experience I had just gone through with her. Although her touching of my breasts and slowly bringing me to that shattering orgasm had demanded a physical commitment from me this lying in each others arms our mouths molded together asked for something more than that and that was an emotional commitment as well. And that I found myself very willingly, almost avidly now giving.
Far more aware now of my surroundings I could see Kevin and could watch him avidly taking in every singe thing we did. And my feelings there changed as well. It was as if I was now, in a way, getting my own back. Illustrating to him that I did enjoy this. That Jenny could promote feelings in me and actions from me that he could no longer do. That I was appealing to her as a woman and that he was just a bit player. Neither of us paid any attention or spoke to him at all but we were both aware of his presence and I’m sure that she as well as I was, to an extent, “playing to that gallery” of one sad and half naked man in the chair.
As she kissed me so her hands touched and stroked, caressed and squeezed me all over now without the worry of my reticence.
And I returned her kisses and caresses.
I ran my hands through her fine hair, I touched her face, her eyes, her cheeks. I stroked and cupped her breasts and ran my hands, lovingly almost, up and down her back. I became less inhibited and more enquiring and adventurous. It occurred to me as I lie in her arms returning embrace with embrace and caress with caress that I was a quick learner. A little like riding a bike I thought, almost giggling, learn what to do once and you always remember it. I recall also thinking that I was taking to what we were doing just “like a duck to water” and wondered if this was a latent requirement of my sexuality.
Jenny’s hand had once more found my mound and she was caressing me there. Mine was around her, inside the waist band of her thong stroking the lovely roundness of the taught cheeks of her bottom. She removed her mouth from mine and looked me in the eye as her hand tugged at the elastic of my panties pulling them down my tummy a little. Smiling she murmured, “I don’t think we need these anymore do we Mandy?”
It really is a very significant moment in any lovemaking when a woman’s knickers are removed. Irrespective of what has gone on before and how little of her they cover the physical exposing of her most womanly of places by their removal represents a quantum leap in the relationship and the emotional commitment to it. It makes her totally available, it opens her up and it signifies her acceptance that she is to be penetrated, in one way or another, by her lover. Thus as Jenny said that to me I momentarily panicked. I realised how far I had gone with her both physically and emotionally. I also realised that she was now asking me to go even further. Up to now, in my rather pathetic self-justification thinking, I had been doing this because Kevin demanded it. I could justify it as it would help save my marriage. The sexual excitement and gratification she had given me was not selfish but was for a “greater good!!” However, to me the removal of my panties for her was a willing sacrifice. That was for me and me alone. It was a sign that I was going beyond what he had set out for me to do.
I think, as I raised my bottom looking deeply into her eyes as she peeled the flimsy “last barrier” from me, so with them went my marriage. As I willingly became naked with this girl so I realised that I did not want Kevin. That I was now not doing this because of him but because of me. It didn’t really matter whether the person removing that final garment was a man or a woman,.for what I was doing was fully establishing I did not need him, physically or emotionally. I was now, in a way, flaunting this at him. Establishing myself as a sexual being apart from him. And I felt fantastic.
Jenny was kneeling beside me and I looked up and said, loud enough for him to hear, “and I don’t think we need these either do we Jenny,” as I took her panties in my hands and rolled them down her annoyingly but wonderfully flat tummy.
Both now revelling in our totally nudity we gloried in that by rolling around the bed in each others arms. We luxuriated in the freedom of it and the sensations of the other’s body on our own from lips to toes. We enthusiastically stroked and caressed the other with no inhibitions whatsoever. Her fingers were in me and mine were around her lips. Her mouth encircled each of my nipples sucking them to new levels of swollen erectness and what felt like unprecedented degrees of aching, wanting desire. My mouth kissed and licked at hers as she held first one and then the other out to me as an invitation for me to suckle them like a baby at her breast. I kissed every inch of the wonderfully soft and such appealingly arousing flesh of the others breasts concentrating always on those, what were now, deliciously ripe, pink buds in their centres.
I knew that this time we would not rely on our hands. I recognised that this was now grown up women’s lovemaking. That I had entered, willingly I knew, into something that went well beyond the bounds of adolescent girls exploring the limits of their sexuality. As we touched and entered the other with our fingers I accepted that I would need to go further with girl on girl lovemaking than I had been before. And my heart pounded with the thought of what was to come, what she would do to me and what I would do to her. I wanted to do it. I wanted her to do it. And most of all I wanted Kevin to be watching as we did it. To see me pleasure myself by giving so much to this woman. To watch as I received stimulation, excitement and satisfaction of a level that he could not provide. Maybe, to an extent playing into his hands but, nevertheless convinced that I was doing it for myself and, without sounding too grandiose, for my liberation I wanted to put on a show for him and to maybe rid myself of my dependence on him.
Thus when Jenny starting slithering her head down my body I was not afraid. When her pleasure seeking mouth planted delightful little kisses, licks and sucks, on my lower chest, waist and tummy I was resolved and ready. When her long blonde hair tumbled onto my thighs and stomach hiding her face from my view I was receptive. But not just receptive for I found myself reaching for her. She wiggled her body so that we were lying side by side, so that I was most available to her and so that she made her most precious place open to my investigation.
My first feel of this woman on my mouth was amazing. Not just the taste and feel and smell but also because of the response I received. The sheer gratification that her writhing body, deep moans and “yes, yes Mandy” signified. The clear sensational pleasure I gave her and the such evident intent that what we were about to do was to be so mutual and sharing.
And it was. There were no limits or boundaries now. I was no longer merely the initiate, the junior partner or the follower. No now I was fully involved. An equal player a total soul mate to this wonderful teacher.
Slurping, licking, sucking and running my tongue all around that familiar but so strange of places I knew instinctively what to do. What I wanted to do and what I wanted her to do. Of course she needed no instruction or cajoling for her educated tongue had already found and coaxed my clitoris into explosive action. Her experienced fingers had found and run around my lips opening the folds of that covering shroud to more fully expose that stalk of such pleasure to her eager tongue. And of course her tongue and mouth inflamed me to such wondrous levels. And I was so happy to find that I was providing a similar degree of sensations to her.
Jenny’s legs were open her thighs wrapped around my face as my tongue rotated and pressed, plunged and probed and as my fingers stroked and caressed, rubbed and penetrated her. Hers were doing similar things to me and I could feel my orgasm starting. The slight stiffening of her body, the shudders and the increased urgency with which she was orally loving me told me that I was inducing her climax as well That was a wonderful feeling.
But then nearly everything went blank. My body simply convulsed with such an amazingly powerful array of sensations that I may well have fainted. At the same time Jenny was writhing so wildly that continued contact between her and my mouth was no longer possible. We may well have both been screaming, we could have been shouting out, we might probably have been moaning, grunting and sighing. I didn’t know, so consumed were I by the magnificence and power of what was happening to both of us simultaneously.
We clung to each other’s now perspiration drenched bodies as we cajoled and persuaded every last surge of excitement of the orgasm that we had promoted for our lover. The sensations were so acute that it was as if we became one. As if there were no divisions. I had no consciousness of where I ended and she began. We were one writhing, convulsing, bucking and climaxing pile of female flesh glorying in the sisterhood of that wondrous mutual orgasm.
As we so slowly returned to a sort of normalness so we both remembered that Kevin was still there. Together we looked over and of course he had masturbated. He actually looked rather pathetic and sounded even more so as he said how fantastic we had been and thanked us just as if we were hired help.
Sitting on my bed, totally naked and fully satisfied sexually by the woman next to me I knew for sure that his “spell” over me had been broken and that my marriage would shortly end.
So John that was Jenny and me and I guess you can see why I think she could be up for it?
Luv
M
After that Sunday with Jenny I didn’t see her for a while but I did have that sort of nagging feeling that one day we would meet and possibly get together sexually once more. It never happened though, although when we did meet, down the pub mainly, there was a smouldering tenderness between us that we both knew could, in the right circumstances erupt into something much more.
After the divorce I began to bump into her now again for she had also joined the golf club. So we kept in touch and on one or two occasions came so close to doing something but unaccountably, for I’m sure there was a strong attraction for both of us, it just never happened. So I knew that I could easily call her or meet her for a drink and I really did feel that I would be able to ask her. Well I wasn’t that sure but she was far more approachable on such a thing than anyone else and if I really plucked up my courage I thought just maybe.