Platinum Coast. Lynne Pemberton

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      Stephen held out his hand, pulling her away from Nigel Sinclair’s lascivious stares.

      Christina took it, and they walked back towards the darkened conservatory where several entwined couples smooched to Barry White singing ‘Just the Way You Are’.

      ‘It’s been a fantastic party. I haven’t enjoyed myself so much in years.’ Her voice bubbled with exuberance.

      She could smell his Givenchy aftershave mingled with a lemon, soapy smell when she rested her head on his shoulder.

      ‘I want to make love to you, Christina,’ he whispered in her ear.

      ‘Right at this moment?’ she whispered back, and giggled.

      ‘If it were possible, yes.’ His voice grew lower.

      Christina let her hand slide down his back. She moved her body level with his and pulled him gently against her.

      ‘Stop it, Christina. I won’t be able to walk off the dance-floor if you continue to do that.’

      Standing on tiptoe, her eyes open in wide-eyed innocence, she kissed him lightly on the lips.

      ‘I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Stephen.’

      He pinched her rounded bottom and said, ‘Let’s go home to bed.’

      ‘That’s the best idea I’ve heard all evening.’

      It was almost 1.30 a.m. when they said their goodbyes to Nigel and Penny Sinclair and left their beautiful white-stucco terraced house in Pelham Crescent. Christina sat close to Stephen in the back of the chauffeur-driven limousine he had hired for the evening.

      ‘I can’t start to tell you what a wonderful time I’m having, Stephen.’ She sighed wistfully. ‘Manchester seems a million miles away.’

      The car pulled up outside Stephen’s flat in Eldon Road and the driver jumped out and opened both doors.

      ‘Thanks, Ray. I’ll see you soon,’ Stephen said, and put his arm around Christina to lead her through the wide, dimly lit hall to his ground-floor flat.

      He was opening the door when she stepped back. ‘I refuse to enter unless you carry me across the threshold.’

      ‘Come on, Christina, it’s after two; I’m tired.’

      She stood her ground, challenging him.

      He grinned. ‘Okay. But be warned, we may not make it.’ He lifted her and staggered. ‘Christ! You’re heavier than you look.’ She kicked her legs up and down. ‘You’re just a weakling,’ she teased, and they half fell into the entrance hall.

      Stephen’s legs buckled and he lost his balance as he kicked the door shut behind them.

      Christina collapsed onto the Chinese washed rug in peals of laughter, dragging him down on top of her. He brushed a strand of wayward hair from her face and kissed her, gently at first, becoming hard and demanding as she said, ‘Fuck me, Stephen. I want you now.’

      He ripped her new dress and she stained his shirt with dark-red lipstick as they tore at each other’s clothes in mutual eagerness to share each other’s bodies.

      Afterwards they gathered up their clothes, which were strewn around the wood-panelled hall.

      Then, wearing her black lace panties on his head, Stephen chased her into his enormous marble shower, where they soaped each other in fits of giggles.

      Later, dressed in one of Stephen’s old shirts, her hair still damp and hanging loosely down her back, Christina joined him in the kitchen to make piles of cheese and tomato toasties which they ate greedily whilst propped up in bed on the soft feather pillows.

      ‘Look, you’re covered in crumbs.’

      He pointed to the front of her shirt and picked at a couple of crumbs, deliberately stroking her breasts at the same time.

      Wrapping one leg across his bare stomach, she rested her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she murmured, ‘I’ll never forget this weekend as long as I live.’

      He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead.

      ‘I hope there are going to be many more just like this.’

      Christina looked up at the departures screen as they walked into Terminal 1 at Heathrow Airport. BA 294 to Manchester was boarding at gate number six.

      ‘I’d better go.’

      She shifted from one foot to the other, suddenly unsure of what to say to this man with whom she had been so intimate only a few hours before.

      ‘You really shouldn’t have paid for a flight. I could have got the train.’ Her voice trailed off as she saw the slightly irritated look cross his face. She rushed on, still feeling awkward. ‘Anyway, what can I say apart from what I’ve been saying all weekend? You must think I sound like a cracked record.’

      ‘You don’t have to say a thing, Christina. It’s been a pleasure having you with me. Believe me when I say I haven’t enjoyed myself so much in a very long time.’ He took her hand. ‘I mean that.’

      ‘This is the final call for flight BA 294 to Manchester. Any remaining passengers please go immediately to gate six.’

      ‘I’ll call you later this evening,’ he promised as they walked towards the gate.

      ‘Goodbye, Christina. See you soon.’

      It was more of a question than a statement.

      ‘You’d better,’ she said. ‘I’ll not forgive you otherwise.’

      ‘You’re going to miss your flight,’ he said, glancing over her shoulder at a diminishing queue.

      ‘I wish,’ she sighed, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek.

      ‘See you, and thanks again.’ She ran down the ramp and placed her handbag on the conveyor, turning to wave to him before going through the security check. But Stephen had already gone.

      Christina spent the entire fifty-minute flight pretending to be asleep to avoid being forced to participate in a boring conversation with a pharmaceuticals rep sitting next to her who was on his way to Manchester for a three-day sales conference.

      Her mind travelled back over the last week, cataloguing the events of the last forty-eight hours so as not to forget one single moment, especially Stephen’s passionate yet sensitive lovemaking.

      It was 7.30 p.m. when the plane touched down at Manchester’s Ringway Airport in a heavy rain-storm.

      She thought with dismay of her dingy flat which desperately needed a coat of paint that she could not afford.

      It was Sunday night, so Susie’s big bras and panties would be dripping above the bath. There would be no food in the fridge because Susie always went to her mother’s for lunch and then out to the cinema with her boyfriend СКАЧАТЬ