When I first met Jen she was squatted on the floor of my friend’s apartment. My friend and I had taken a short-term assignment in London at our employers head office. We had planned to go out that Friday night during the week, when he informed me that a distant cousin was coming into town for the weekend before she continued on to explore the rest of Europe.
She was scouring her suitcase when Tom introduced us. I immediately noticed her eyes. They were those smiling eyes that tend to brighten your day no matter how low you feel. She finally stood with a small black dress in her hands and went to the washroom to change. She was a petite girl, with strawberry blond hair and full lips. I looked to Tom and asked how old she was. Tom shrugged, “I think twenty-three.” “You baby sitting the entire weekend,” I remarked. “We’re meeting up with my girlfriend at Pavilion. So hopefully not!” he replied.
Tom and I were both in our mid-thirties. We had worked together for over two years and became friends immediately when we began to work for the same company about the same time.
When Jen materialized from the bathroom her tight black dress outlined her body. I tried not to stare as we collected our jackets and headed for the door.
When we reached the Pavilion, a bar/club, we made our way to order a drink. Tom and I began to discuss work as Jen stood silently beside us. I turned and asked if she was planning to backpack through the rest of Europe. She mentioned that she was planning to visit a few countries before staying a week in Greece.
Tom’s girlfriend appeared after a few hours we had been drinking. Jen and I continued to talk. She began to ask more personal questions. Physically she began to move closer, leaning in as she spoke.
We rolled out of the bar/club. By this hour the London transit falls dead. The only usual way to get home is using a minicab (unlicensed cab). Tom’s place was walking distance, so without thought we began to walk towards his apartment. Tom turned as said he was going with his girlfriend back to her place, since she had driven to the bar. “You can crash at my place since I won’t be there.” Tom said. “It’s pointless paying forty quid for a ride that you can do tomorrow for three.” He directed at me.
I agreed, and Jen and I walked the rest of the way back to Tom’s place.
When we entered Tom’s place it finally hit me that Tom only had one bed in his apartment. As I stood in front of the bed Jen turns and says, “We can share the bed, it’s big enough.” I smiled as she began to partially undress, and enter the bed. I followed her lead. We continued to talk in the dark. The conversation went from light to life’s deepest meaning. I could sense that she was also naïve on many of life’s issues. She leaned over and unexpectedly kissed me. “What was that for?” I remarked. “I like you.” she replied. “No shit.” I said. She leaned over and kissed me again. This time I responded.
Our kisses soft, I could feel her full lips against mine. Her breathing getting heavier, as her chest began to heave. As I undid her bra, her breasts yearned to be touched. Her soft skin reflected the moonlight from the window. I could feel her moisture, her arousal and passion became even more intense, as I continued to caress and kiss her body. I lifted my body over hers, staring into her eyes I ever so slowly entered her. Our eyes locked what seemed an eternity as I went deeper, not a sound between us, only our breathing and gentle penetration. When I was completely in her, she finally blinked, as if to remember the moment. She reached grabbing hold of me and said “Don’t move.” She opened her eyes staring into mine, as I began to kiss her again. Beneath me she began to tremble, as she seemed to give her self away for a moment, then catching her breath and becoming limp.
