'What was it you wanted to talk about? Lucy left the question hanging in the air as she eased a black silk stocking over a shapely knee and smoothed it up her thigh, snapped on the suspenders and stood up. Julie was dressed ready to go, but not wanting to leave, not wanting the most incredible afternoon in her whole life to end, she had stayed to watch. Her legs trembled in anticipation as Lucy walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.
'We can have a chat tomorrow Julie, something got in the way this afternoon.'
Julie laughed. 'I wonder what that was.' She waited – expecting – hoping. Lucy kissed her lightly on the lips.
'Whatever it was, it was rather wonderful. It’s a shame I can’t get out of my meeting, but we’ll catch up on everything tomorrow.'
'I can’t wait.'
'Neither can I.'
They hugged briefly. Julie paused halfway down the corridor to look over her shoulder, hoping Lucy would be watching, but she had returned to the bedroom. Julie continued on her way to the service lift, already working on what she had to tell Peter. He would be devastated, but now she had found her true sexuality, she had to be true to herself. Her future was with Lucy, which was obviously what she wanted to talk to her about. She pushed the ground floor button in the service lift. At the same time a male gloved finger pressed the penthouse button in the designated lift.
In his basement flat, Charlie Bell, who was having supper with his wife Sandra, heard the service lift start its slow downward journey, he glanced at the lift repeater indicators on the kitchen wall. That was interesting, as Julie was leaving someone else was visiting the Penthouse; he would check the CCTV to see who it was later.
Peter Bunford scraped his plate into the kitchen bin. He’d waited as long as he could before cooking something for himself. Rebecca was in her room, she was going out to have a last supper with friends. He put the plate and cutlery into the dishwasher, then wrote a quick note for Julie on the blackboard over the fridge, to say he had a production meeting to attend before his shift started at ten, she would believe that, Meltcon often called meetings which you were expected to attend, even if it was in your own time. They owned him body and soul, or at least they thought they did. Well, it looked as if he might be able to get off the Meltcon treadmill. Duggie Lummox had been in contact asking him to take on a coaching role at the rugby club? There was nothing new in that, Duggie asked him every year and every year the offer foundered on two points – money and time – with the main stumbling block being time. Working shifts for Meltcon meant he could not be available for at least one third of training sessions and matches and trying to get special dispensation from Meltcon was hopeless. However, this year looked different. Julie was earning good money from her new cleaning business and Duggie had made a very attractive proposition. It was training night at the Rugby Club and he was meeting him there to discuss the offer. He pulled on his leathers, picked up his helmet and shouted a goodbye to Rebecca as he went out through the back door.
At the first turn of the key his Harley Davidson broke into glorious song. A rich baritone, not the falsetto soprano of a Japanese machine. Of course the Harley was no match on performance, but it suited him well. He blipped the throttle, eased the bike out onto the road and chugged off towards Hamsworth
In little more than twelve hours, Natasha had learnt a lot about Barrie‘s sexuality and that the easiest way to calm his rampant penis was to indulge it! This she had just done on her own body, which of course was where it should be indulged, not on some tart at Travel Plan. She had deliberately taken everything slowly, holding back until she saw the tell tale signs which telegraphed that her body was about to go into orgasm. Perhaps it was a result of having sex with Penny only a couple of hours ago, but she seemed to be getting the hang of controlling the thing. Her body lifted up against her, but knowing how sometimes she wished for more, she kept the same slow movement going, – delaying the inevitable – holding back – holding back. Only when she felt her body rising again did she allow deeper, rapid penetration. It was a delivery which left her body writhing with pleasure and she wondered if Barrie would get the message.
Barrie was happy, whatever happened now, he had experienced just about all there was to experience whilst in Natasha’s body, apart from that threesome with Debbie. Chances were they would change back overnight, but perhaps he should sow the seeds – just in case.
‘If we’re as we are tomorrow, don’t you think it would be a good idea to call in at DebTash on your way home? Debbie thinks I want you along to help with the logistics, but of course, I know all that, what I don’t know is how to make anything.’
‘My coming there won’t help that.’
‘No, but if you came and suggested we order the material in bulk, get the outworkers started and spend our time visiting them to check on quality control, or whatever, that would buy us some time.’
‘Or we could tell Debbie exactly what has happened.’
‘Ah, I’m not sure that would be a good idea. She’d never believe us,’ he said, but thought that she may well believe it, having seen her old school friend and business partner act completely out of character with Davina Maypole. That was the last thing he wanted, it could scotch any chance of engineering a threesome.
'You're right, Barrie, Debs would never believe us. I’ll call in after work tomorrow, but only if you come along with me to your rugby training this evening.’
‘Oh shit! I’d forgotten all about that.’
‘Penny reminded me – after I’d shagged her on your behalf.’
Barrie ignored the jibe. ‘Won’t it seem strange if we both go? You never go on training night.’
‘I used to before we got married. Anyway, it won’t seem as strange as my not knowing what to do.’
Barrie rolled Natasha’s beautiful body off the bed and walked towards the bathroom, paused by the door, looked over her shoulder and waggled her delicious rear. ‘Best you stay here and give me a good seeing to.’
‘I just have! But I doubt if you would recognise it!’ She didn’t meant to sound so waspish, but it was beginning to annoy her that he mistook quantity for quality. ‘Anyway, Duggie is expecting you there, so I’m stuck with taking your body along.’
Framed in the doorway, her face looked thoughtful. Barrie was thinking, that made a change, he hadn’t made any attempt to help the situation they found themselves in as far as she could see, all he’d been interested in was indulging his fantasies. She decided to say nothing and wait to see what he came up with.
‘I’ll come along to make sure you do it right.’
‘Barrie, I’ve got no idea. I don’t know the rules of the game and I can’t catch. As soon as I join in the training, I’m bound to give the game away.’
‘That’s why you’re going to feign injury.’
‘How? What? When?’
‘When you jog over to the training ground. I’ll tell you how and what in the car, best put my kit on here and go in a track suit.
As she turned the BMW into the car Rugby Club car park, Natasha could see that training was underway on the ground beyond the two pitches. Duggie was standing between the posts on the first pitch, talking to a tall guy in motor cycle leathers. He waved and beckoned them over. She asked who the other guy was, but Barrie didn’t know. Perhaps he was a new player; he had the build for it.
Duggie seemed genuinely pleased to see the person he believed to be Natasha. ‘How nice to see you Natasha. Hardly ever see any of the girls on training nights.’
Looking at one hairy rugby player at a time is quite enough for me thanks Duggie’
Barrie was chuffed when Duggie and the stranger laughed at his joke, Natasha could gain quite a reputation if he stayed in her body long enough. Duggie introduced the stranger as Peter Bunford. Natasha extended Barrie’s hand and shook Peter Bunford’s. It was a strong hand, as big and strong as Barrie’s but being blond, not as apparently hairy. She decided to outsmart Barrie as he shook hands with Natasha. ‘There you are Tash, not all rugby players are hairy.’ Then to Peter Bunford. ‘Are you going to play for us then?’ Peter Bunford laughed.
‘Time was when I did, but that was a long time ago.’
‘Too long,’ said Duggie. ‘Peter stopped playing ten years ago, best flanker we ever had, until you came along Barrie. I think I’ve persuaded him to come back as coach.’
‘What a great idea. Can you let Barrie off training tonight; I’ve got some jobs for him to do.’ Barrie gave Peter one of Natasha’s beautiful smiles.
Duggie laughed. ‘If I thought he’d do that, I wouldn’t have offered him the job.’
‘Hasn’t he taken it yet then?’ Barrie gave Natasha a crestfallen look. Natasha thought he was overacting like hell, but Duggie seemed to appreciate the performance.
‘I’m working on him Natasha, stay here and help while Barrie joins in the training.’
Barrie took Duggie’s arm, as he had often seen Natasha do, Duggie liked that, he liked Natasha in a fatherly sort of way, which had always been good for Barrie. ‘Off you go then Barrie.’
Natasha turned Barrie’s body towards the playing ground. ‘I know when I’m not wanted,’ she growled’ She took of at a gentle trot, determined not to reach the training ground before putting their plan into play. Now which leg was it, right or left? Definitely left – or was it right?
They watched Barrie jog across the pitch.
‘He certainly looks the business,’ commented Peter Bunford. I’ve read the match reports in the Bugle, but I must confess, I’ve never seen him play.’
‘Very quick, just like you Peter, big, strong and fast. Here he goes.’
Natasha timed the sprint well; all eyes were on Barrie Billingsgate, the fastest man in the club. She sprinted for no more than ten strides before pulling up holding the back of his right leg.
‘Damn!’ said Duggie. ‘His bloody ham string’s gone again!’
‘Oh dear,’ said Barrie, holding Natasha’s beautiful, slim hand over her lovely mouth in mock shock.
Peter Bunford muttered, ‘silly sod,’ and set off at a trot towards the stricken rugby player.
Duggie turned and showed his yellow teeth in a crooked smile. ‘Let’s hope it’s not serious my dear, but looking on the bright side, I do believe the Club has acquired a new coach.
Barrie was naked on the bed when Natasha came into the bedroom carrying two glasses of Sancerre, their favourite tipple, he enjoyed displaying her body with one knee raised and slightly splayed.
‘Huh! You can forget that, I’ve got a pulled ham string, remember?’
Barrie gave one of Natasha’s little giggles. ‘It’s not your hamstring I intend to pull.’
Natasha placed a glass on Barrie’s bedside table, funny that; she was in his body, but still went to her side of the bed. She took a sip before putting her glass down. The wine was nicely chilled. She hesitated with his huge hands poised to undo the dressing gown cord. She could feel Barrie’s penis reacting and knew Barrie wanted to experience as much sex as possible in her body, what she didn’t know was the extent to which he had taken that desire throughout the day. Tomorrow morning they would probably wake-up in their own bodies, but just in case, she had decided to make love to her own body until Barrie could physically do it no more. That way, if she did happen to be in the same situation tomorrow, and it looked as if she would have to spend most of the day with Samantha Derby, she wouldn’t have the desire, or ability to shag, bonk her, or any other euphemism they might use. The upside to her plan was that should they change back, he wouldn’t either. She shrugged off the dressing gown and joined her own body on the bed.