Chapter 16

The following day, I woke to find it was raining cats and dogs. I decided not to go for a run. I used the toilet and then made a cup of coffee, took some custard creams back to bed, and read my book. I must have drifted off...

I got up around nine, had a shower, and then used the last of the bacon to make a sandwich. I washed it down with another mug of coffee.

I changed the film in my camera and put my backpack in the car’s boot.

I was about to knock on the door to see if Emily was still coming when she walked across the caravan site toward me. She waved at me, and I could see that she had two cans of pop in her hands. She looked hot in a tight T-shirt and short shorts.

“I’m sorry, but I needed some fluids!” she said, holding up the cans.” Do you prefer Lemonade or orange?”

To be fair, we had a few drinks the night before.

“Oh right, I don’t mind,” I said, trying to be gentlemanly, at the same time wonder what she was wearing under the shorts.

She passed me the orange.

We jumped in the car, and I drove us to the Seal Sanctuary. We had fun, and Emily was in good company. We had a meal at a little Italian place in Falmouth.

After we had eaten, we ordered coffee.

“So, I heard raised voices last night!” I said, wondering at the same time if it was any of my business.

“Yes ... sorry about that, “she said with a weak smile, “Emma and I had a frank exchange of views!”

“Okay,” I replied. I was not sure what to say, to be honest.

“It’s like this: we came down together. I didn’t have a clue she was going to look up her ex, and now they are back together; she wants to spend all the time with him,” she said, and I saw the smile fade from her face.

I sipped my coffee, trying to think about what to say.

“Anyway, you have been really kind of driving me around and stuff, but I think I should head home!” she said, picking up her coffee and taking a sip.

“I don’t mind having you around!” I said, reaching out to take her hand.

“It is not fair on you, and it is not fair on me. I thought Emma and I had some sort of future. We have been seeing each other casually, but it seems she prefers men to girls,” she said and squeezed my hand.

“And you, how do you...” I started to say. But she held up a hand to stop me.

“Looks, Zak. You’re a handsome guy. You’re a real gent, and most girls would be flattered, but I’m a girl-only type of girl,” she said, his eyes locked into mine.

“Well, if you ever change your mind, you know where I am!” I laughed, and she laughed with me.

We left the restaurant and walked around the town before returning to the car park.

We drove home in silence. I parked the car, and we got out.

“Nightcap?” I asked.

“Nightcap!” She agreed.

We headed up to the clubhouse and got some drinks. We found an empty table.

“I have decided to get the train home tomorrow!” she said as I sipped on my pint.

“Are you sure? “I asked.

“Yes, I agreed to come on holiday with Emma because I wanted our relationship to blossom, but it’s obvious she does not feel the same way about me as I do about her,” she said, the sadness evident in her voice.

“Well, if you are sure and need a lift, let me know!” I told her.

We had two more beers, and then we saw Emma come in with a guy in tow. He looked nice enough, so they brought a round of drinks over with them.

Emma introduced the new guy as Tom; he was a doctor at the hospital in Truro. I guess they had met at work.

I had that drink but sensed the atmosphere, so I called it a night. We exchanged good nights, and I went to the gents before I left the clubhouse.

Emily caught up with me and hugged me.

“If I were straight, I would be all over you like a rash”, she gushed and kissed me hard on the lips. Then she turned tail, and she was gone.

I would not see Emily again.

I woke up the next morning and went for a run. When I was jogging back toward my caravan, Emma was standing outside with Tom.

“Morning, both!” I said as I got to them

“Morning, Zak!” Emma smiled, “Just to let you know, Emily went back to London first thing; she had some stuff to sort out.”

Neither of them looked bothered, and my opinion of Emma changed there and then.

“Okay, thanks for letting me know!” I said and walked across to my caravan.

I had a long shower and then made a coffee. I sat outside and read my book until late into the afternoon. My stomach was rumbling, so I decided to go down to town and get some food.

I walked into Looe and headed to one of my favourite cafés. The same waitress who had told me she liked a man with a healthy appetite was serving; she gave me a cute smile and took my order for an all-day breakfast and a pot of tea.

The town was buzzing, the beach was busy, and all the pubs, cafes and restaurants seemed to be full.

The food was good, and there was plenty of it. The waitress, who I found out was called Julie, brought me another pot of tea and showed me the dessert menu, but I was stuffed.

She asked me what I was doing that evening, and I told her I had no plans.

She smiled and told me she was going to the Harbour Moon that evening, as they had a quiz night on. I was not that sure if it was an invitation.

I watched her walk past me. She was a little bit younger than me and had a nice figure—nice and trim with a big rack for a skinny bird.

I paid my bill and left her a nice tip.

“So, are you coming to the quiz?” she asked with a coy smile as she cleared my table.

“Yes, that would be nice,” I replied.

“So, Zak, meet me there at seven?” she said.

“How do you know my name?” I asked, surprised that she knew it

“Danny is a good friend of mine!” she smiled and gave me a cheeky wink.

I left the café, walked around to the tourist information shop, and picked up a free map and some brochures. Then, I found a quiet spot on the beach, read the brochures, and had a little snooze.

When I woke up, I walked around to the Fishermen’s Arms. It was busy, so I got a pint and headed up to the beer garden.

There were no empty seats, so I perched on the end of a wall and drank my beer as I soaked up the rays. There is something really special about having a beer in the sun.

I had another beer and then walked around to the Harbour Moon pub. I walked in and saw Julie sitting with Danny and another girl.

After the introductions, the other girl was Danny’s sister, Debbie. I got the drinks in, and we sat and chatted until the quiz master called us to order. There were around twelve teams in the quiz; most had around six members, and we had four, so I hope the questions went our way.

There were five rounds of questions: music, history, geography, literature, and sport. There was a drinks break between each round. I thought I did well, and I got some of the more obscure music questions right.

At the end of the night, we were tied with a team of teachers from the local primary school. We were both on 94 points. So, the quiz master asked us a tie-breaking question, and I won first prize for our team because I knew that a group of owls was known as parliament.

Our prize? Breakfast for all the team the following day. We agreed to meet at the pub at eight the following morning. I joked that it would be a busman’s holiday for Julie.

We had one more round of drinks after the quiz. Danny said he had to go as he had an early morning, and Debbie said she had to go as well. Julie said she would walk with Debbie.

Outside the pub, there were handshakes and hugs were exchanged all around, and I walked up the hill to the caravan site on my own. I would have loved a bunk up with either of the birds, to be fair.

The following day, I was outside the pub at quarter to eight. Danny turned up first, and then Debbie and Julie came around the corner.

The breakfast was good; we chatted as we ate. Danny and Debbie had to get off as soon as they had eaten, as they both had work. Debbie worked at the local doctor’s surgery, and Danny worked as a designer at a business in the town.

It left Julie and me alone. We ordered more coffee. Julie said she had to work that morning, so I offered to walk her to her café.

When we got there, she turned to me and smiled.

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way, and please believe me when I say I don’t make a habit of doing this, but do you fancy coming around to mine this evening?” she almost whispered, “I need a good shag, and you look you know what’s what and what goes where!”

I was stunned for a second, unsure what to say or do...

“Oh, shit, you don’t fancy me; I have put my foot right in it!” she said and blushed.

“No, that’s not it at all; I just thought a good-looking bird like you would have a bloke!” I replied.

“Not for a year or so now, and vibrators only take the edge off, if you know what I mean,” she said and blushed even more.

There was no thinking needed on my part.

“What time and where do you live?” I said with a cheeky wink.

She picked up a flyer, wrote down an address, and handed it to me. Then, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear.

“Seven O’clock ... Don’t be late!” she said and kissed me on the lips.

I walked away with a spring in my step and a smile on my face.

I sat on the beach for an hour or two, just chilling and topping up my tan. Then a thought smacked me in the face: Did I need rubbers?

I was sure there was a machine in the gents at the fishermen’s arms.

I had a walk around the town, then at twelve o’clock I went to the pub. Jethro was serving, and my beer was in the glass before I got to the bar.

“There you go, brain box,” he smiled.

“I didn’t answer that many questions. I was just lucky!” I replied.

“That’s not what Danny and Debbie said!” he said. I paid him with a ten-pound note, and he gave me plenty of change.

He was busy bottling up and changing some of the bottles on the optics. I sat in the window seat and read the local paper. I had another pint and went to the gents. I got a box of five condoms and slipped them into my pocket.

After I finished my beer, I shouted goodbye to Jethro and headed back into town. I got a takeaway pasty and caught the bus home. I made a coffee, sat in the sun reading my book, and ate my pasty.

Later, I shaved, showered, got dressed, and splashed on some aftershave. I got the bus down to Looe. The sun was still out, and the place was alive with holidaymakers.

I had Julie’s address, but I had no idea where it was. Luckily for me, there was a traffic warden (what happened to traffic wardens??). Walking up the road. I asked her if she knew the road. She was local and gave me directions.

I nipped into the Co-op store and bought a bottle of wine and flowers before heading to Julie’s place.

It took me ten minutes and two wrong turns to find her road. I rang the doorbell and waited. After two minutes, a shadow appeared on the other side of the door, and it opened. Julie looked stunning, and I handed her the flowers and the wine.

She ushered me inside. She was wearing a sundress that gave a nice view of her impressive cleavage. She looked hot, and I felt my cock stirring in my boxers.

“Wow, thanks. No one has ever bought me flowers,” she smiled. She led me into the kitchen; she had a nice home.

She put the plug into the sink and ran some water into it before placing the flowers into it as well.

Then she smiled at me. I stepped closer to her, and we kissed, a kiss that started slowly and gently. My arms pulled her closer as the kiss became more passionate.

She was grinding her body into mine, and my cock reacted. She pushed me away and pressed her hand to the front of my shorts.

“Fuck me ... that feels big!” she said.

Then she grabbed me by the hand and led me up to her bedroom. As soon as we were in there, we kissed again. After a while, she pushed me away, and she slipped her summer dress off. She had lacy undies in, white and very skimpy. Her bra was hardly keeping her big tits in check.

I got the feeling she was eager to get onto the bed so I slipped my shirt off at the same time as I kicked off my shoes. Then I slipped my shorts down my legs. My cock was making a tent out of my boxers.