And so Gemma and I became regular Thursday visitors at the club. In the beginning we met up only with Margo and Kieran. They were our regular dates. It was all very new and exciting and we looked forward to our visits. Margo was an inventive and imaginative partner, perfect for a couple of tyros. Each week brought something new and both Gemma and I learned a lot about the giving and receiving of spankings as a prelude to hot sex.
As time went on, though, I became less enthralled. Margo was a difficult person to get to know. We did not talk much: we simply met up, decided what sort of evening we wanted and went and did it. I was never sure, from week to week what sort of mood she would be in. Sometimes she would be bright, almost brittle, and be most demanding, and sometimes she would be so laid back it she hardly seemed the same person. Kieran, too, was moody and his moods did not always match those of his mother. All in all, Gemma and I agreed, they were not the easiest couple to deal with.
On a more positive note, though, Gemma and I became very close - hardly surprising I suppose. We began to confide in each other and talk about some of our secret desires - something I'd never be able to do with Marion. For example, I confessed I would like to have sex with someone younger.
"As young as me?" Gemma asked with a leer.
I was so startled that I blushed. "Well, yes, I suppose so. I mean, she wouldn't need to be as young as you, just young, but I wouldn't actually object, if you know what I mean," I stammered.
Gemma laughed. "If it's any consolation, I confess I wouldn't mind trying an oldy."
I was surprised. "As old as me?" I grinned.
She regarded me appraisingly but with a twinkle in her eye. "Oh, older, even."
"Not… Henry?"
"No. I draw the line at Henry although he is a perfect gentleman."
"He's a old rogue though a charming one."
"I'll leave him for Hazel." She was silent for a moment. "What do you think about Kieran?"
"How do you mean?"
"Is he sexy?"
"I can see why women would find him sexy. He's got that brooding Latin look."
"But do you think he's sexy?"
"No. Well… he's a good looking boy and he has a nice bum so I suppose, if I was that way inclined, I might fancy him. But, no, I don't find him sexy as such. You do, obviously."
"Oh, yes. He's got such hot eyes - they seem almost to devour me. And his touch is so gentle…" she paused. "…it's much the best sex I've ever had."
Wisely I forbore to comment. "But?" She looked at me enquiringly. "There was a 'but' in your voice."
"Was it that obvious?" she grinned.
"Only to me. So what's the 'but'?"
"I dunno," she said slowly. "They're both very nice; Margo and Kieran, and they're very sexy and I've learnt a lot from being with them, but… there's just something about them."
"I know what you mean. I've been thinking the same myself. They're very close, if you know what I mean. We've been with them six or seven times and I still don't think I know them any better now than I did then. They're also very changeable - you never know from week to week what sort of mood Margo'll be in. Don't get me wrong, like you I've learned a lot - and had a darned good time while I was - and Margo's a very attractive woman but, I dunno… perhaps I just fancy a change."
Gemma was nodding. "That's exactly how I feel, Dad."
"Okay, so what should we do? Find another couple?"
"I suppose." She gave a wicked grin. "How about another father and daughter? Then we could both indulge in our fantasies."
"You're a very naughty girl," I laughed. "Let's just see what turns up, shall we? Oh, and we'll need to work out how to extricate ourselves from Margo and Kieran without causing offence."
As it turned out we didn't have to worry about Margo and Kieran for, on our next visit we were given a message that they would not be coming. We sat in the bar and surveyed the scene. It was a familiar one now and we felt comfortable. We had become acquainted with a number of people who would stop and briefly chat. Some of them would remain just passing acquaintances but some, Gemma and I agreed, it would be nice to get to know much better.
A couple entered. A tall, slightly stooped, dark-haired man with spectacles and a stunning girl with heavy, dark blonde hair. They looked vaguely familiar. It took a moment then it clicked - the father who was having so much trouble with his daughter's sexual activities - Cora or Kara or something. They looked around as if unfamiliar with the place and I was reminded of Gemma and I on our first night.
I nudged Gemma. She glanced in their direction and nodded. The pair came towards the bar and were greeted by Felix. I presumed he was giving them the same welcome speech as he had us. A bit odd, though, that they were only starting on the social scene, Cora or Kara or whatever had begun her 'treatment' before Gemma.
Felix led them off on the grand tour. We studied them as they left. "What d'you think?" I said.
"Not bad," Gemma replied. "Worth talking to, at any rate. She's hot. I see why you fancy her."
"Actually I think I know who they are. They were here the first night Jack brought me here."
"Oh. Was she…?"
"Yes. And she liked it even less than you did. Quite a little spitfire as I recall. I'm glad to see the treatment has worked."
"Doesn't it always?"
"Apparently not, according to Felix. Not all problems can be cured with the application of a firm slipper."
"So what do you do if it doesn't work."
"Felix says he recommends counselling or therapy or something like that. I didn't really ask."
She was silent in thought as she digested this. "So I guess I was lucky, then."
I smiled fondly. "No. You… we… had just stopped communicating and needed a sharp lesson to start again."
She leant over and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Dad."
"What for?"
"Just for being you."
I shrugged. Sometimes I don't understand women at all.
The tourists returned and listened while Felix talked and gestured round the bar area. I knew he was telling them to go and introduce themselves. I glanced at Gemma who nodded so I rose and approached them.
"Hello, I'm Gerry. My daughter, Gemma, and I were wondering if you'd like to join us."
They looked across at Gemma, then at me, then at each other. "Okay, thank you. My name is David and this is Kiri."
Kiri. That had been the girl's name.
Gemma stood as we approached and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Gemma. Welcome," she smiled. They smiled uncertainly back and sat. "Is this your first time?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes," David said.
"We're fairly new, too. It's a bit nerve-wracking at first but everyone's very friendly and, of course, we're all in the same boat, so to speak."
"Er, yes, I suppose so."
"I have to confess, I have an advantage," I said. "I know who you are." They looked startled. "In fact it's thanks to you that Gemma and I are here tonight." I glanced at Gemma, who nodded imperceptibly. "One of the best things we've learned here is how to be honest so, if you'll forgive me, I'm going to be quite frank. There's no pressure on anybody to do anything they don't want so, if I cause offence, please feel free to say so and leave. We won't be offended."
Kiri was looking quite intrigued, her father less certain. "Go on, Dad, it won't hurt to listen." He nodded.
"Good. Gemma and I were having problems and I didn't know what to do."
"Be honest, Dad," Gemma interrupted. "I was going off the rails and you were at your wits' end."
"That's certainly one way to put it," I said mildly. "Anyway, a friend, who was already a member here, brought me down. There was a public spanking session and you were the main attraction. I have to say I'm very glad it worked for you for you both look twice the people you did that night. You know you both had a lot of sympathy that night."
"I didn't know that," David said in surprise.
"Oh, yes. That's another thing we've learned - that many of the people here have been through the same sort of experience. They knew the pain you were both going through."
"Yes. I suppose so. I never thought of that. I suppose I was so tied up with my… our problems."
I nodded sympathetically. "Only natural. After I saw what you two were going through I really did wonder if I could put Gemma through the same." I smiled fondly at her and she squeezed my hand. "It was Felix who said, 'If you don't do it you'll regret it the rest of your life'. So I dragged Gemma along and the rest, as they say, is history."
Kiri was looking at Gemma with interest. "What sort of trouble were you in, if it's okay to ask?"
Gemma grinned. "Theft, vandalism, drugs, drink, you name it." David looked shocked. "Oh, I was only on the fringe of it. But two of the crowd are now in prison. If Dad hadn't rescued me, that's where I'd be heading."
I was immensely proud of Gemma's frank admission.
"That's scary," Kiri whistled. "With me it was sex - anywhere, everywhere and with anyone."
David was looking upset. "I'm still having trouble with all this. It seems too much like washing one's dirty linen in public."
"It's tough," I said. "When we started, I thought it was only Gemma who had problems but I've been forced to see that I had as many as she. It's been hard going but worth it. I've had to completely reassess how I thought of, not only Gemma, but my whole family."
"I like this man," Kiri announced. "How did you get from there to here?"
I kept silent. Gemma needed to answer this one. "Oh, you mean the sex thing?" she said. "When my Dad first dragged me along and whupped my ass in front of all these people, I hated him with a vengeance. You've no idea."
"Oh, yes I have," Kiri giggled.
"Right. At first it was just painful and humiliating. I dreaded Thursdays. But it got my attention. My bottom was really sore afterwards and I could hardly sit down for a couple of days. I used to hate going to school on Fridays. After a few times, though, I began to feel other things as well as pain. I didn't know what they were but it was sort of enjoyable in a horrid kind of way.
"Then a couple of other things happened and I began to realise that Dad was right. One day we had a real heart-to-heart and he said we could stop coming. As soon as he said that, I realised I didn't want to stop. It was very confusing. Dad knew what I was going through and made me speak to a girl at school who was also a member - she'd been in trouble, too, and her dad had forced her to come along. They've been members for simply ages and she even has a boyfriend here.
"Anyway, Hazel and I had a long, long talk and she told me all about the sex side. About how she got so turned on by being spanked and how lots of people did and it was all quite natural and all that. I realised that that was what I felt - I was getting turned on by the spanking.
"I'm sorry. I'm making a big meal of this. To cut it short, I persuaded Dad we should come back. I didn't know that he knew all about the spanking and sex and that this," she waved her hand around, "other side of the club. We met these really great people who were really into sex spankings and I've learned an awful lot about what you can do and different sorts of spanking and… it's great," she finished in a rush.
Kiri was looking most excited and even David seemed to relax. "And you don't mind?" he asked me.
"Mind?" I laughed. "I look forward to Thursdays as much as Gemma. I've discovered I get as much a thrill from doing the spanking as she does from getting one."
"Well, that's certainly blunt enough."
"I've discovered there's little point in being anything else," I said dryly.
"And then you have sex?" I nodded. "With…" he indicated Gemma.
"Good God, no. We swap partners."
"Oh." He was looking most uncomfortable.
I decided I had to find out what his problem was. "Would you excuse us," I said to the girls. "David and I need to have a talk."
"Mano-a-mano," Gemma chirped.
"Comments like that will get you a spanking," I said mock-severely, wagging a finger at her.
"Oh, goody," she beamed, bouncing up and down.
Kiri laughed. There was admiration in her look at Gemma.
I led David to a quiet corner. "Somehow I sense you're not quite comfortable with all this," I said.
"Is it that obvious?" he said ruefully. "No, I'm not."
"Care to tell me about it?"
He shifted nervously then seemed to come to a decision. "It's two things, really. If you were here before then you know why Janice, my wife, and I brought Kiri here. I'm having difficulty with the idea that, having brought her here to stop her having sex, here we are back again so she can have sex."
I nodded sympathetically. "And the other reason?"
He looked at me strangely. "You."
"Me?"
"Well not you specifically. Any man. It doesn't seem right that I should condone, even encourage her to have sex with a complete stranger, especially one, if you'll forgive me, who is so much older than her. I don't know if I could cope with that."
"Hmm. It's my turn to ask if you'll forgive me for I'm going to be blunt. Kiri is highly sexed, right?" He nodded reluctantly. "You know if she wasn't here she'd be somewhere else screwing her brains out." He flushed and tensed but nodded again. "So which is better - that she screws someone here, someone you can vet and approve of, or she picks up the first passing stranger that comes along?"
"Now see here," he said hotly.
I held up a pacifying hand. "I warned you I was going to be blunt. I'd still like you to think about the question. If it's any consolation, I've had to ask myself the same question and I know my answer."
He sighed. "Put like that I suppose there is only one answer."
"Quite. There is no other way of putting it. As to your second point, do you fancy Gemma? Is she attractive? Would you like to spank her pert bottom? Would you like to screw her?"
"How can you say such things about your own daughter?"
I grinned. "I'm being deliberately provocative, I know. David, you need to answer some hard questions, not to me but to yourself. And you need to answer them quickly. If you're not prepared for this you're going to have to leave. You can't be here under false pretences. Tell me, does spanking Kiri turn you on?" He turned bright red. "I thought so. Spanking Gemma makes me so horny, too. I'm always glad there's another couple around otherwise might not be able to control myself." He gasped and gave me a hard look. I nodded. "You need to face up to it. Kiri's an attractive girl, as is Gemma. Spanking is a very intimate act. It gets the hormones flowing and, when the gonads take over, rules and conventions fly out the window. Now, look at Gemma and make your mind up."
He looked across to where the girls were sitting. While he did, I thought about what I'd just said. I was surprised and my lyricism. Up until now I had never even consciously thought about the things I'd just been saying but being forced to confront David had suddenly brought them to the fore. I knew that, underneath, I had actually been aware of all this for some time, just never articulated it before.
"It's all a bit much to take in," he said at last. "D'you know if you can walk out of here and come back?"
"I don't see why not. It's a free club. Why?"
"I need to be alone for a while to think things through."
"That's cool," I said, borrowing one of Gemma's favourite words. "Speak to Felix. I'll keep the girls company."
"What's up with Dad," Kiri asked when I sat down beside them.
"Kiri, you need to be nice to him. Don't push him. He's having a hard time with all this. I'm afraid I was rather frank with him and he needs a bit of time to think things through."
She sighed. "I know. I think, when he brought me here, he expected I'd just stop wanting sex."
"I had the same problem," I assured her.
As we chatted I studied Kiri. I had thought, that first night, that she was probably an attractive girl and I was pleased to see I was more than right. Her blonde hair, parted in the middle, fell in soft waves over her shoulders. There was something about the candid, almost challenging, look in her blue eyes, the full, half-parted lips, the tilt of her chin, that said 'sexy'. And it wasn't just her face. Everything about her from the way she relaxed on the couch to her high-heeled, strappy shoes, suggested strongly that she was a girl who enjoyed sex. Her voice, too, held an overtone of intimacy. Added to that was a dry sense of humour and a slightly cynical view of the world that made her seem mature beyond her years which was hardly surprising considering all she'd been through.
I compared her with Gemma; my beloved Gemma, a taller version of her mother with the same thick, dark hair, brown eyes and pixyish face. Gemma always seemed so alive, always in motion, no part of her ever still for long. Even her mind darted from one thing to the next almost without pause. Yet, despite the contrast, the two girls seemed to be getting along well,
Kiri excused herself to go to the toilet.
"What do you think," I asked.
Gemma turned to me with shining eyes. "Dad, she's so sexy," she exclaimed.
I was startled. "I agree with you, but I'm surprised you think so. I didn't know girls found other girls sexy."
She blushed. "I don't, normally, but there's something about her. You've just got to make this work."
"I'll try, but it's really up to her dad."
She patted my hand. "You'll do it. I know you will."
David returned looking a bit happier than he had. "Gemma, can I speak to you a moment, please?"
"Sure," she said, surprised.
They moved a little way off and they talked earnestly. He appeared to be asking her questions for she would listen intently then respond. As they spoke I could see him relax. Finally, she placed a hand on his arm, stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. I could see him blush. As they returned, she hooked her arm in his possessively.
"It's cool," she announced.
I looked at David who nodded.
"So what happens now?" Kiri asked.
"We book a room. And I think I know just the one," I said, getting up and going to the bar.
I think we were all feeling nervous as I unlocked the door and ushered everyone inside.
"Cool," cried Gemma, clapping her hands. "It's perfect. Clever old Dad."
"It's great," Kiri added.
I had selected one of the boudoirs. It was decidedly feminine with two, queen-size beds with frilly covers and padded headboards, furniture that was overly-decorative and a thick pile carpet. It was done up in pale green and pale gold and white. It even had a false window with lacy curtains.
"How do you girls want to play this?" I asked.
Gemma and Kiri held a whispered consultation. "With hands on bare bottoms," Gemma announced. "Oh, and everybody must be naked."
"Are you sure, dear?" I asked.
She nodded, catching her lower lip between her teeth. "This is a special day. I can feel it. Everything's got to be just right."
"Okay." I started to undress, as did Gemma. Kiri followed but David seemed hesitant. "You okay with this, David."
"I think so," he said, nervously. "I'm just a bit overwhelmed, that's all."
Gemma, down to her bra, panties and stockings, went over to him and started to unbutton his shirt. "Perhaps this will convince you," she grinned.
He seemed inclined to argue but sighed and let her have her way.
"Great idea. Very sexy," said Kiri, admiring Gemma's stockings.
"And practical too. You've no idea how much of a thriller-killer tights are," Gemma said over her shoulder.
I laughed and Kiri shook her head. "And I thought I was blasé," she murmured.
I knew that Gemma was not really as blasé as she was pretending. I knew that, for some reason, she wanted this evening to be a success and was doing her best to make our partners feel at ease. My heart swelled with pride. She had grown up so much recently.
Naked, Kiri and I stood and looked at each other. Gemma's action of helping David had automatically set the pairings without a word being said. A clever girl, my daughter.
Kiri was beautiful; tall, leggy and slender. Her breasts, mid-sized and conical seemed to be mostly pink areolae, the sort you want immediately to take into your mouth and suckle. Her shoulders were square, her waist narrow and, despite her slimness, her hips pleasantly flared. Her thighs were slim, with a gap between them in which her prominent mons, covered with fine, blonde hair, was suspended like an exotic fruit. Her slit was short and her pink inner labia peeped out like a rare flower about to burst into bloom.
"You're beautiful," I gasped.
My cock was already half erect just looking at her. I saw her nostrils flare as she noticed.
"You're not so bad yourself." Her voice was a throaty murmur. She stepped in close and I took in the heady aroma of her perfume, her personal scent and the start of her arousal. "Kiss me."
I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her to me. I knew if I was to put my arms around her I wouldn't let go. Our kiss was exploratory. The sort of kiss new lovers exchange. Her lips were soft and her tongue gentle but her kiss was firm.
"Yes," she murmured when we parted. "This is going to be good."
I took her hand and led her to a low seat. She knelt and spread herself over my lap, brushing my cock with her arm and my thighs with her breasts as she did. She rested on toes and hands and I admired her long, straight back and pronounced shoulder blades. I placed a hand on a cheek. It was small and round and tautly muscled; so small I could almost enclose it in my hand. I fondled and squeezed it.
"You have a delightful bottom," I murmured. "I might just forget about the spanking and ravish you now."
She twisted round to look up me. "Don't you dare. A spanking's what I want and a spanking's what I'm going to get."
"Oh, really? You may want a spanking but what you get is rather up to me."
I dug my fingers into the firm flesh, then slipped a hand between her thighs and ran my fingers up and down her slit. She was already moist.
"I need to be spanked. I've been a naughty girl." She tried the coy approach.
"I'm sure you have," I said mildly. "And I'm sure you'll be naughtier yet. But whether you get a spanking is rather up to me, don't you think?" I ran a finger between her cheeks and probing lightly at her anal opening.
"You bastard. Do you want me to beg for it?" she hissed.
"That might be rather fun." I returned to fondling her bottom.
"Well, I won't, I tell you. I won't beg."
"Really?" Without warning I smacked her hard.
"Aieee," she screamed. One hand came up to clutch her bottom.
"Keep your hands on the floor," I warned. Reluctantly the hand returned to the floor.
I glanced up to see David and Gemma watching us. She was sitting on his knee. He had one arm round her shoulders and was toying with her breasts. Gemma grinned and gave me a thumbs-up. David was open-mouthed.
I gave Kiri another hard smack. She kicked her heels and drew a hissing breath.
"You see," I said conversationally to the room at large, "it's all in the timing. You never know when the next one will come and you never know how hard they will be." I gave Kiri three moderate smacks then gently caressed her bottom. She moaned. "The thrill is in the anticipation. Will it be now? No. Now?" I ran my fingers up the inside of her thighs , brushing her sex with the tips then smacked her twice as hard as I could. She arched her back and kicked her heels and gave a long, guttural moan.
"Sometimes, however, a steady series is better." I matched action to words and spanked her lightly on alternate cheeks. "This builds the pain and the heat. Each one is little but the cumulative effect is excellent."
Kiri was wriggling and squirming on my lap. Twisting this way and that as the blows began to take effect. A most definite and exciting aroma wafted from between her thighs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Gemma had adopted her position across David's lap and his hand was raised. I stopped abruptly and the sound of his hand on her full cheeks rang loud in the room. Gemma gasped and kicked her heels.
"Why don't you watch them," I suggested to Kiri.
She tilted her head up to see better. David didn't follow my tactics. Instead he spanked Gemma in a slow measured cadence, giving her plenty of time to look forward to the next blow. I could see her bottom clench in anticipation as his hand descended. It was a novel idea and I made a mental note to try it.
Kiri had become absorbed in watching her father spank Gemma and forgotten about her own. I laid on several hard, fast blows. Then I had a wicked idea. Taking my timing from David, I brought my hand down as his was rising. After a few repetitions, he cottoned on to what I was doing and looked up and grinned.
The effect of this strategy was electric. Each girl could see and hear the other being spanked and knew that as each blow landed, theirs was on the way. They knew what the other was feeling. I began to sense that four-way, almost telepathic, communication I had felt that second time with Margo and Kieran, only it was less intense. Nevertheless, I could sense David's arm rising and falling. I could feel his hand resound on Gemma's bottom as mine was on Kiri's. As she heated up, she began to wriggle on my lap less forcefully but more purposefully and I realised she was humping herself against my thigh. I spanked her faster, noticing that David automatically followed my lead. She was rubbing herself hard against my thigh, now. I could feel her pubic bone and the fine hairs of her mons pressing against me. A damp patch spread over my skin. Suddenly she started to rotate her hips, panting and mewling. Then she shuddered, her whole body trembled and the damp patch on my thigh became much wetter. I gave her a couple of further, gentle smacks and stopped.
She lay, panting, across my lap, her arms and legs quivering with the strain of supporting her weight. I eased her up to sit on my lap. She threw her arms around my neck and buried her head in my shoulder. I held her close and stoked her back until she had regained her equilibrium.
She sat up and looked at me solemnly. "I think I love you, Gerry Entworth," she said in a husky voice and pulled me into a searing kiss. "Now take me to bed and fuck me."
"I'll take you to bed," I murmured, "but to make love to you, not fuck you."
She beat me to the bed, throwing herself on her back, oblivious to her sore bottom, and holding out her arms. I knelt over her for a moment and looked at her face sheened in sweat, her dishevelled hair, her eyes hooded with lust, her lips swollen with passion and, at that moment, thought she was probably the most desirable woman I had ever seen.
I crawled between her spread thighs. Her labia had opened and the rare flower of her inner lips was now fully in bloom. I lowered myself and her hand came down to guide my stiff cock into her. It went in without any problem and she gusted a deep sigh as she felt me slip deeply into her.
"Nice," she murmured, stoking my hair.
"Mmm," I replied. "Better than nice."
I began to move, slowly at first, savouring the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her vagina. She wasn't as tight as you'd expect a young girl to be but there was a feeling of welcome, of belonging, that more than made up for it. She closed her eyes, a contented smile on her face, and spread her knees wide to welcome me even deeper. I watched her face as I moved inside her, seeing the little twitches and half-expressions as she concentrated on the feelings I was creating in her. Her lips parted and she started to breathe more heavily. I began to move more forcefully. Her hands came up to grasp my shoulders and she began to roll her hips, moving them in time with my thrusts. My own breathing was more laboured and I could hear the blood singing in my ears. She hooked these long legs around me and dug her heels into my bottom. Her face was a study in concentration.
I was fucking her hard now, tensing my buttocks to drive my cock home. Her fingers dug painfully into my shoulders. Her rolling hips churned and milked my cock as I drove deep into her. Underneath her breath I could hear her muttering, "Oh, yes. Oh, yes," over and over again. Her heels on my bottom set the pace. I wanted to hold out until she came again and gritted my teeth. It was no good. She was milking me expertly and wonderfully. Before I could stop it, I came with a loud groan, my cum jetting into her in long spurts. She locked her legs around my bum, holding me tightly and gave a gasping shudder as she, too, came. Her vagina clamped round my cock and I continued to twitch long after I had finished spurting.
Unable to support my weight I collapsed on top of her with a groan. She opened her eyes and smiled at me tenderly.
"Now I know I love you," she husked.
It wasn't funny but I started to giggle. "Sorry," I gasped, fighting for control. "Emotional overload. Not funny at all."
I rolled off her and we cuddled close enjoying a feeling of tender togetherness, a feeling I had only before with Marion. I propped myself up on one elbow and traced the line of her jaw with a finger.
"You're incredible, Kiri."
"I know," she said, smugly. "I'm the best."
"Talk like that will earn you another spanking," I grinned.
She winced. "Not tonight. I've never been spanked like that before."
"I know," I said, smugly. "I'm the best."
She laughed and beat my shoulder with her fist. "Bastard. I deserved that."
I was amazed at how relaxed I felt with this young girl. I had only known her a few hours yet it seemed as if I'd known her for ever. The thought crossed my mind that it would be wonderful to pull the covers over us and sleep and wake up in the morning with her beside me. That thought brought me back to reality.
"Heaven would be waking up tomorrow morning with you beside me," I whispered. "But we've both got homes to go to."
She looked at me searchingly. "I think you mean that. Thank you," she said.
I levered myself up, groaning, feeling Kiri's loss already, and looked around. Gemma was already in the shower and David was picking up clothes.
"Time to go," he said, seeing we were back in the real world. "Go and shower, sweetheart."
Kiri pouted but did as she was told. Alone for a moment, David seemed somewhat embarrassed. The aftermath was always difficult at first. At first I had felt embarrassed at being in a room with a naked man after having been intimate with his partner but I had become used to it.
"It's too soon to analyse things, David, so a simple question. Do we do this again?"
He blushed. "Yes, I think so. If Kiri's willing."
"Good. Same time next week?"
He blushed again and nodded. Gemma emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel which she unselfconsciously dropped on the bed and started to dress. I smiled. She was one in a million.