Sweet Convictions (21 page)

Chapter 12

It’s the
last week of a bitterly cold and snowy January and we’re just over half way through. I’m days closer to finally meeting Mark in person. He’s taking Friday off to make his way down to meet me, and I cannot wait. I can’t sleep or function at work. I’m completely all over the place at the moment and it still feels like ages away before I see him. This week’s taken long enough to come round so I’m envisaging just how drawn out these last two days are going to be.

Back in the
office I log into emails and sneakily open up my messenger, leaving the window minimised in the bottom right hand corner in case my boss creeps up behind me to check on what I’m doing.
Devious prick.

Gemma
: Good morning gorgeous! Good night’s sleep? x

Mark
: never better. A bit later than hoped but i got chatting with a friend of mine, Patrick. You?

Gemma
: yeah it was a good snooze thanks. So what did you get into long deep conversation about that he caused you to lose much needed sleep? haha

Mark
: was asking him if he had the same concerns we’re kind of having when he met his girlfriend. He met her over the internet...

Mark
: he said yeah

Gemma
: really? how long did they talk before they got fully into it...or better still...tell me their story...x

Mark
: they met each other via an online dating site. They became friends and were bitching about ex's, they were both single and then they got together after thinking what the hell. About a month I think. She moved in with him and now they are married

Mark
: crazy shit

Gemma
: sounds similar to my ex and i. We too had just split from other exes, bitched about them, then tried to win them back, then re-thought that idiotic idea and then got thinking hey what the hell, why don’t we try?! So yeah crazy indeed but it happens and a lot of people actually work out! i just think its anything but normal cause something like this doesn't happen to me and i think its more in the movies than in real life. haha

Gemma
: so what did Patrick say about you and me then?

Mark
: he said that I should go for it and come and see you. He trusts my judgement.

Gemma
: well there we go then! altho it’s not like we weren’t gonna do that already anyway, or were you starting to have doubts about coming down?

Mark
: no i never have done. I thought that it would be the other way round with you

Gemma
: oh I'm apprehensive a lot of the time when it comes to guys. I've turned into such a cynic and I’m generally distrusting and convinced they’re only gonna let me down like all the others

Mark
: I wiont do that

Gemma
: but somehow even tho I've been quite precarious, since we’ve started to talk, I've not thought about pulling out at all

              God, our spelling is atrocious.
But then it is pretty tricky to keep it a hundred percent right when your fingers don’t function properly, speed wobbling all over the place due to unreserved excitement caused just from talking to one another.

Gemma
: and by the way, you can't say that babe

Gemma
: no person can be sure of that

Mark
: why would i let you down?

Gemma
: well not intentionally...but it can just happen. you could easily for e.g. meet someone tomorrow who takes your fancy and decide rather to follow through with that one...just an example of little things that could happen to change your entire life

Mark
: I want to meet you first

Gemma
: oh nice, and THEN follow through with the woman you meet tomorrow? lol

Mark
: i find you interesting

Gemma
: interesting? never had that one before...funny, sweet, kind, loving...all of that but never been classed as interesting. Thank you

Mark
: Not going to meet anyone.

Mark
: I have survived a year without meeting anyone particularly special

Gemma
: oh what? you got your crystal ball out with you tonight?

Mark
: I am not bothered about anyone else at the moment

Mark
: Wanna see what you are about first

Mark
: One piece of advice I was given was...

Mark
: Never Pass Up A Good Thing!

Mark
: and that's exactly what i am not going to do

Gemma
: well i go by that too! but who doesn't? only a fool that’s who

Gemma
: Okay ok...loser lol

Mark
: thats winner to you

Gemma
: haha indeed

Gemma
: just typing an email to my boss quick...keep going...

Mark
: hahahahaha

Mark
: keep going quick or slow lol

Mark
: sorry you set me up

Gemma
: haha you bad bad boy

Gemma
: start slow and then a little quicker

Gemma
: actually speaking of sex

Gemma
: we were speaking of sex right...? lol

I may as well bring that up, after all, he is making the effort of journeying down to me on Friday. It’s more than likely bound to happen. I mean other than some dinner, wine and music, without a doubt, it’s got to be the least I can do for him to thank him for enduring an uncomfortably endless trip to visit little ol’ me.
Oh god, I’m so ghastly.

Mark
: of course we are

Mark
: ;p lol

Gemma
: well i was thinking of what you said the other night about how you don't stop during sex. What did you mean exactly?

Gemma
: like even if you're told to stop?

Gemma
: cause you know there’s a word for that right? lol

Mark
: what is it?

Gemma
: errrr rape haha

Mark
: I was talking about stamina you plum

Gemma
: oh sorry ya melon

Mark
: lol. I have a lot of stamina

Gemma
: oh thank goat for that, I was starting to worry a little haha

Mark
: no doubt lol. If we get to that stage, you won’t be disappointed

Gemma
: IF?

Mark
: haha well, I’m not coming down to visit with any premeditated intentions of hopping into your bed. I’m just really excited about finally meeting you and spending time with you holding you closely in my arms

Gemma
: ah that’s really sweet. And I guess we'll see wont we?!

Mark
: aye, naughty

Gemma
: oh don’t play innocent ya playa!

Mark
: don’t go there biatch lol

Gemma
: eeeeeeeeeeee sheeeeeut up!

Mark
: HAHAHA

Gemma
: Groovy baby, well it's almost the weekend!

Gemma
: It still worries me though. The fact you could get here and completely not fancy me

M
ark:
Yeah but the same goes for you too. How do you think I feel?

Gemma:
Well either way, when you get here and if that does happen...there’s no immediate spark, just be gentle but honest.

Mark
:
Definitely. You too

Gemma:
I tell you what, why don’t we have a safe word – like a sign to let the other down gently. That way, we can get past the nerves and just have some fun. You know, just drink and go dancing or something instead of panic the night away wondering. What do you reckon?

Mark
:
Good idea. I still think it will sting a bit and totally hope it’s not the case, but I get where ya coming from. Peaches? Bubbles? Bollocks? Lol

Gemma:
Ummmm, no, hold on a sec, I’m thinking...

Gemma:
Puzzle!

Mark
:
Puzzle it is then. I really hope you don’t need to use it. I know I won’t

Gemma:
Oh god A, please don’t be so sure. You’ve only seen photos and I generally look better in those than up close

Mark
:
Honestly, it’s not going to happen. Not with me anyway

Gemma:
Guess we’ll have to wait and see

Gemma
: Hey listen, I seriously need to get some actual work done now. I’m going to log off for a bit but chat later tonight?

Mark
: Definitely. Have a good day sweetheart xx

Gemma
: And you. xxxxxxx + another 10!

Work’s taking forever today. As it is, I cannot stand my job and despise my boss. He’s such an arrogant knob-fuck. The concoction of dick-head boss plus an assortment of contrasting emotions and severe build-up of anticipation is about to tip me over the edge. I feel like I want to cry, laugh and scream all at the same time. I feel like I’m on the verge of combusting. I count down the minutes to the end of yet another shitty day in the office of fluorescent hell.

Back at home and my evening ritual starts:

1. Laptop switched on;
   
2. Kettle on;
   
3. Boys fed;
   
4. Boys cuddled;
   
5. Computer still logging on...
   
6. Quick pee;
   
7. More furry cuddles;
   
8. A quick cuppa soup for tonight – too excited and nervous to eat much
   
9. Fucking computer’s still logging on.
   Must buy a new one!
   
10. Water poured, soup stirred
    
11. More attention demanded from my boys
    
12. More attention given
    
13. Ding, ding, ding goes the computer. Finally!
    
14. Sit down
    
15. Typing commences
    

Already there’s a message from Mark. I go back to where I was and what I was doing at the time of his email. I was rolling down my window and hurling road rage abuse at the 4x4 driver who thought he could bully me out of the way with his ridiculous sized car. How wrong he was. After all, I was a woman on a mission – a woman who had just ditched further hours of damnation in order to get home to her haven of food, comfort, unconditional fuzzy kitty love and possible cyber-sex.

My heart pounds faster
and a smile elongates across my face. The bugger’s fortunate enough to work all of around twenty minutes from home where I’m an hour and a half of gruesome traffic away from mine.

Mark
: Hello my gorgeous blonde bombshell. I missed you the rest of today. I hope you had a good one and I’m looking forward to chatting when you get in. Thinking of you always...preferably naked...but I won’t go into that yet ;)

I respond with first of many hours’ worth of exchanges tonight. Although, we really should get an early night. I can’t look like shit tomorrow.

Gemma
:  I'm blushing—all over!

Mark
: oh yeah? all over huh?

Gemma
: not AAAAALL over ya dirty thang!

Mark
: hmm

Gemma
: but i AM tingling all over!!!!!!!!!!

Mark
: Well imagine how you are gonna feel when I get my hands on you

Gemma
: oh dear God! BRB

I put him on hold and run to my bedroom, rip open my treasure chest and unshackle my vibrator from the restraints of tangled wires, ropes and feathers. I’m feeling hopelessly horny. Okay, so actually I’ve had the thought of sex in the back of my mind all day. Quivering with a contagious energy I kneel down on the floor, leaning up against the bed and switch it to high.
Fucking hell I’ve needed this.
Shivers shoot through my body from the immediate coldness against my clit. I gyrate over it, teasing myself; touching and pulling away – faster and slower. I quiver as the vibrations instigate a tremor in my mind and shudders throughout my body. It doesn’t take me long at all as I visualize Mark going down on me with what I hope will be a warm, adequate and pleasingly compliant tongue.
Oh. My. Fucking. Word.
My head becomes dizzy as I give in to my bodily contractions and quickly attempt to slow my breathing. My earlier smile has now converted into a wickedly content smirk. My head still spinning but I hurry back to my chair and continue responding.