Part 3 (1/2)
But then some kind of fate struck as the iPod started to play Going Underground, their favourite song on the Now That's What I call Katy and Matthew's Music tape. Granted the Shuffle mode in his experience often seemed to have some kind of inner knowledge that could play the right track at the right time but this was a bit freaky. Matthew half suspected Katy had programmed it while he had been out of the room, despite the fact she was sitting exactly as he had left her.
At the sound of the first couple of familiar bars Katy leapt in the air. ”Come on, just dance to this and then go,” she cried, already jumping dangerously close to her mock chandelier dangling from the ceiling.
He laughed and let go, trying to savour the feeling of being just a bit crazy. Katy was laughing hysterically as she grabbed his hands and they jumped together, getting themselves into a ”who could go higher?” compet.i.tion. As the song ended they crashed heavily onto the sofa, their faces for the first time only a few centimetres apart. She had the biggest smile on her face, which made him just want to consume her and her joy in the hope that it would rub off on him.
And so he started to devour this surprise joy. Suck its face off in fact. They snogged like they were teenagers, mouths wide open, constantly revolving around each other's faces like a well-oiled machine, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths, over teeth and lips. And then the hands, unable to stay still, jittered all over each other, first in the hair, then up and down each other's arms, then around the back and then tentatively up and down each other's legs, each time edging higher and higher, wordlessly playing dare with each other.
For some time that was enough, to wildly explore each other's bodies. Finally Matthew could bear it no longer and began to desperately fumble at the b.u.t.tons down the front of her s.h.i.+rt until he was able to push it over her shoulders revealing a small cupid tattoo. It made him smile and he looked up to see Katy smiling right back at him. They both stared at each other panting slightly, the magnitude of the moment fizzing between them like an electric current. Then for the second time that night Katy made a decision to steer the course of the evening. She launched at him but this time her hands dived straight to the heart of the matter.
”Katy,” he gasped, somewhat shocked that Katy would do such a thing.
Then he closed his eyes, all thoughts banished from his brain until she stopped suddenly and pulled him down onto the floor beside her, making it clear that mutual pleasure was now required.
At first when he opened his eyes the next morning, he felt like nothing was amiss as he gazed at Katy, hair strewn over the pillow. Then the last eighteen years suddenly flashed before his eyes and he remembered he had not actually lived happily ever after with Katy, but had lived another life entirely. A life that meant he had a wife who was not the woman lying next to him, post-coital in bed.
He leapt out of bed and hunted wildly for his clothes, cursing under his breath. What the f.u.c.k had he done? This was a disaster. He was a man with a career and a wife who he was trying to have a baby with. What the h.e.l.l happened?
After he had made himself decent, he contemplated whether he should just leave. But he couldn't do it. He had been a s.h.i.+t all those years ago so the very least he could do was face the music this time.
He gently nudged her shoulder and said her name.
She opened her eyes wide straight away.
”So you thought you would have the decency to say goodbye then,” she said, obviously having woken earlier and heard him making moves to leave.
”Look Katy, I can't believe I've done this. I really should burn in h.e.l.l after everything I've put you through in the past. But I have to go. I have a wife. I'm so sorry; I shouldn't have come back here. I was drunk, it shouldn't have happened.”
”Christ not the ”I was drunk” line again. You really need to think of something more original,” Katy retorted.
”I know. I just don't know what to say. I feel terrible.” He looked away, petrified he was going to see the same look on the face of the girl he had betrayed all those years ago.
”Look Matthew, we're not teenagers anymore,” she said, as if reading his mind. ”You really don't deserve this but don't sweat it. To be honest watching you feel so guilty somehow gives me a sense of closure on the whole matter. So go home to your wife and forget the whole thing.” She smiled at him as if she really meant it.
He wanted to tell her that he still regretted that day, that he still thought about it more often than he should, but he realised his time was up.
”Well I guess this is really goodbye then,” he finally managed to say.
He looked down at her still lying on the bed and took in every detail of the way she looked, committing it to memory. He found, to his dismay, that the thought of never seeing her again was terrifying. Lying there she looked so right. It felt good for him to look at her in a bed they had had s.e.x in the night before, not wrong, and not bad. What had he done? He had to get out now, before he looked at her anymore and decided he couldn't leave.
”Have a good life,” she smiled.
”And you,” he croaked then turned and left. He had closed her front door behind him before he allowed himself to breathe and let a small tear slide down his cheek.
Chapter 6.
Matthew thought he had done a pretty good job of forgetting since the school reunion. The guilt had almost torn him apart to start with. Not really the s.e.x part, in some ways that felt incidental. What kept him awake at night was the fact that he had taken such joy in another woman's company. The ultimate betrayal. He found himself constantly reliving their meeting, desperately searching for something that would let him off the hook. She must have done something wrong, there must have been something not to like. He just needed something that would banish her from his mind. In the end it was Alison who managed to kidnap his thoughts back again by announcing she was finally pregnant, and miraculously some joy had filtered back into their married life. At that point he had sat himself down and told himself enough was enough. It was a one night stand that should never have happened and now he must put his all into his wife and thier new family on its way.
But here she was. Eight months later. In a hospital. At an antenatal cla.s.s. Walking towards him. Fat.
”Welcome, welcome,” boomed the lady in charge of the cla.s.s, interrupting Matthew's highly disturbed thoughts. She rose unsteadily out of her chair, her wobbly bits and greying hair the product of four pregnancies leading to four energetic boys aged from twenty-one to six. Her impressive child-bearing thighs stressed a pair of over washed black leggings whilst pink polka dots stretched over her ample bosom and bobbed around like buoys on a stormy sea.
”I'm Joan and you must be Ben and Katy. Don't worry, you've missed nothing really, just the usual toilets and fire exits stuff. Sit down, and now that we're all here, we can do some introductions.”
Ben and Katy took the last two seats, which were directly opposite Matthew. Matthew's stunned glare was pointedly ignored by Katy, who refused to raise her eyes from the floor.
”Right then, shall we continue? Now I know you all feel just a little bit awkward but please remember we're all here to support each other. I have been running these sessions for many years and believe me you'll all be firm friends by the end of it.” Katy stole a glance at Matthew. He stared straight back at her. She looked away instantly.
”So let's start by going round the room and you can each give your name, when the baby is due and tell us what your biggest concern is about childbirth,” said Joan.
Matthew watched mesmerised as the man Katy had arrived with leant over and whispered into her ear.
”I think I'll just go and slit my wrists now. Wake me up when they get to the bit about fannies,” said Ben just loud enough for Matthew to hear.
”Hi, I'm Rachel,” a sweet-looking girl muttered. ”I'm due on the 1st of September and I'm most worried about knowing how to push and when.” She went bright red, clearly not used to talking in front of strangers.
”h.e.l.lo, I'm Richard and I'm most worried about making sure I know exactly what I can best do to help my wife,” he said, smiling at his wife rea.s.suringly and squeezing her hand.
”Fetch me a bucket,” muttered Ben a little too loudly.
”And what about you?” said Joan gently to a girl in her late teens, clutching the hand of the boy next to her. ”There's absolutely no need to be shy, we are all in this together. Why don't you just start by telling us your name? You don't have to say anything else if you don't want to.”
”Well Joan, I'm Charlene,” began the girl, moving forward in her chair and adeptly flicking her s.h.a.ggy, dirty blonde hair over her shoulder causing the numerous bangles on her wrist to jangle noisily. ”And this is my Luke. And he is the father of my child,” she said proudly raising his hand with hers as if in a victory salute.
”And when....,” started Joan.
”We started going out when we were fifteen, when he walked me home from McDonalds after Jez Langton dumped me because I wouldn't give him the toy out of my Happy Meal. I'm his only ever girlfriend aren't I, Luke?” she said, nudging him. Luke stared at the floor and said nothing.
”Well that's wonderful. So when are...” Joan started again.
”And we're getting married aren't we, Luke?” Charlene interrupted again. ”As soon as I told him I was pregnant he went straight out a bought me a ring. I'm not kidding. He's been just brilliant. He is the kindest most wonderful person you could ever meet, aren't you, Luke?”
Luke nodded at the floor.
”Well that's just wonderful Charlene,” said Joan. ”I'm so thrilled that you are both embracing your pregnancy in this way. Now we do like to help our very young mums as much as we can and it so happens that next week we are all going out for a pizza, so we can all have a proper chat, you know in a nice, unthreatening environment, about anything that maybe on your mind.”
”Which pizza place?” asked Charlene abruptly.
”Well, err, I'm not sure,” replied Joan. ”I guess it'll be Pizza Palace as that's where we usually go.”
”Sorry, no can do. They don't do deep-pan and Luke only eats deep-pan.”
”I see. Actually it'll be girls only, so maybe you could come along and leave Luke at home?”
Charlene turned to look at Luke questioningly who still refused to raise his eyes from the floor.
”We'll discuss it and I'll let you know if Luke doesn't mind,” replied Charlene eventually.