Wuthering Dormice (aka Bike) Part 765 by Angharad

“Did ya miss me?” said Simon cuddling up close to me, leaning his head on his hand, his other hand gently stroking my tummy.

“I had your sister keep me company one or two nights.”

“Is she still doing that? Used to drive my parents nuts.”

“She said she gets lonely.”

“Tell her to find someone then and leave my bed-mate alone.”

“Nothing happened.” I blushed and looked at the ceiling.

“I should hope not – you’re not – you know…”

“Pregnant? No, don’t be silly.”

Now he looked flustered. “No, you daft bugger, I’m well aware of that – I meant – um – how do I put this?”

“Lesbian or bi or AC/DC; swing both ways, do it with women – any more…?”

“You can be quite cruel sometimes, Cathy.”

“Cruel? I’m not asking you if you’re gay, am I?”

“Um – no,” he was bright scarlet. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

“No, I saw that twinkle as you imagined me getting it on with another woman.” He was silent but his loss of eye contact told me I wasn’t far wide of the mark. “It’s true isn’t it?”

He nodded and there were tears – oh shit. “I’m sorry,” he managed to croak. Then he rolled over and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what I felt other than confusion. Part of me wanted to be cross – I’d kept my faithfulness to him, was he betraying mine by having erotic thoughts involving others? Were they just generic male thoughts –always looking for something a bit different?

I left him alone for a few minutes then went to see what was happening. He was sitting on the loo cover weeping to himself. I was momentarily shocked, here was my big strong man bawling his head off.

I stepped quietly into the loo and touched him gently on the shoulder, “What’s the matter, Si?”

He sobbed and shook his head. I crouched in front of him and took both his hands in mine. He was still avoiding eye contact and he had to wipe his wet face on his upper arms. “I love you,” I said squeezing his hands.

“I don’t know why,” he said almost with an air of self-pity.

“Neither do I, but that’s one of the mysteries of human chemistry.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, and tears ran down his face again.

“Don’t be, it’s as much my fault as yours.”

“No it isn’t, you weren’t the one having sick fantasies…”

“Well depending upon what you were fantasising, erotic thoughts as far as I know are quite normal, especially in men.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t keep apologising, Simon. If it was sick, then please don’t tell me about it. If it was mildly erotic, then while I won’t promise to indulge you, I will at least listen.”

“I feel too ashamed to tell you.”

“I presume it was between consenting adults only?”

“Of course – I’m not some pervert.”

“I didn’t think you were, I was just clearing the way for you to be able to tell me if you’d like to.”

“Oh, sorry, I thought you were judging me.”

“People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, Si.”

“Eh, you’re a normal hetero female, aren’t you?”

“Now, yes – but it wasn’t always thus – was it?”

“No, I s’pose not.”

“Come on, let’s go back to bed, my knees are hurting.” He helped me up and I led him back to bed. It was getting cooler at night and I wanted to get back to bed and the warmth it offered – or would once we snuggled down again.

We lay together for maybe ten or fifteen minutes before he said, “I love you too, Cathy.”

“Good,” I replied and snuggled tightly against him. “So, are you going to tell me, or not?”

“I feel ashamed.”

“Don’t.”

“I just had a fantasy of you and another woman having sex while I watched in the bed, then joined in.”

“I believe that’s a fairly common fantasy.”

“Yeah, I s’pose so. It doesn’t shock you?”

“Not really, it certainly didn’t warrant the upset you felt. Is there something you haven’t told me?”

He paused for maybe half a minute before he spoke, “Yeah, how do you always know?”

“Know what, sweetheart?”

“That I’m holding something back.”

“I didn’t know, that’s why I asked you.”

“Oh, I see. Now I feel even more stupid.”

“Don’t on my account.”

“When I was about sixteen, I saw Monica and another woman together.”

“You what?”

“I wasn’t spying on them, it was at the hotel and I was in an adjoining room, they must have thought I was ou t– I was, out for the count. I’d had too much to drink and must have zonked and slept around the clock or something – anyway, I woke up and was getting my bearings when I heard voices in my parent’s bedroom. I thought it could be Monica talking with a chamber maid or something – she was, but not discussing the laundry. They were – um…”

“At it?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t move, my eyes wouldn’t come away from the scene before them – it was just sooo erotic.”

“So they didn’t see you?”

“Good God, no.”

“So then you went and beat off in the bathroom?”

“Yeah…”

“Several times, I expect.”

“Yeah, how did you know that?”

“I didn’t, it was a calculated estimate.”

“You’re rotten aren’t you?”

“Yeah, probably, but I still love you.”

“I know, so what about your deep dark fantasies then?”

“I’m living those already – I don’t possess or need your level of imagination.”

“Oh, so this doesn’t grab your imagination then,” he whispered as his hand played delicately with my nipple…