Almost, right away.

Gary pulled up out front of the address Laura had given him. He parked the Supreme Surfing Van in line with the curb and shut off the engine. It was a modest cream coloured brick house that was protected from the midday sun by brown fabric shade sails at each of the windows. Hurrying across the grass to the front door, Gary rang the bell and heard a series of chimes from deep inside. He was left debating the ethics of visiting the house of the girl he’d briefly been seeing before Bernie for roughly 30 seconds before the front door opened, and he forgot all about his girlfriend for the time being.

Laura looked just as he remembered her. Short, around 160cm, Laura had a knockout body. Curvaceous hips, tight waist and a full set of breasts; all tightly wrapped in a black and floral print silk robe tied tightly at the mid-drift. Laura reached out and embraced Gary affectionately, and he was flooded by the scent drifting up to his nostrils from Laura's wavy brunette hair. For a minute they embraced on the threshold, Gary registering every angle of Laura’s body beneath his arms.

“Come in, take a look inside,” Laura offered as she seemed to be as **** to break their hug as Gary was. Her hands were resting on Gary’s forearms and not yet letting go.

Eventually, Gary followed her inside as Laura began the tour. Pointing left, “Over there’s my study. I don’t want to set foot in there for another month. Through here is the kitchen, living room and the rest of the house.” Laura brought them quickly down a corridor to the centre of the house before doubling back to the other side passage to the right they had missed. “And here is my bedroom,” Laura finished before she came to lean her legs against the mattress of a four-poster bed.

How had they ended up in the bedroom so quickly? Laura looked at Gary expectantly as she waited for him beside the bed. He needed to stop things or tell Laura about Bernice already. Laura lifted her backside up onto the bed as Gary wrestled with his conscience. The short robe she’d been wearing parted at the side, and Gary could see the pale flesh of Laura's left leg all the way to her hip.

“Laura… I…” Gary began to fumble.

“What is it? Come here and tell me,” Laura beckoned him closer to her. Her thighs parted, opening for him a hand's breadth as the tail of her robe dropped to the sheets on her left side.

“I didn’t hear from you for six weeks. I started seeing someone. I have a girlfriend now,” Gary wrenched out. He’d told her! He was instantly relieved, taking a step closer to Laura on the bed.

Laura looked deeply upset. “I was so worried that it would happen. What’s her name?”

“Naomi,” he didn’t want to tell Laura the nickname Bernice that they shared. He came closer.

“Nice. Is she pretty?”

Gary was moving closer to Laura. He couldn’t stop himself. He nodded that Bernice was attractive, yes.

“Prettier than me?” Laura asked. Gary’s thighs made contact with Laura’s knees on the bed now. They were touching, and an electric current was binding the two of them.

He shook his head no. Gary’s hands were caressing the smooth, bare skin just above Laura’s knees.

“Do you love her?”

“A… little,” Gary’s voice caught as his palms started to trace their way up Laura’s thighs. Rising towards her hips, millimetre by millimetre.

Laura’s voice was hoarse and husky. “Oh, Gary! I shouldn’t have made you wait so long.”

Gary, too, was throaty when he spoke. “Why did you?”

“I couldn’t help it. What if…”

Gary's hands reached the sides of Laura’s hips underneath her gown. She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her gown he could feel. “What if?” he asked back.

“We did it just the once… So I can feel what I’m missing…”