Chasing Rainbows (7 page)

Of course they would, so the date was set and a bottle of champagne sealed the deal.

On the way home Doug and Olivia were euphoric, they sang along with the songs on the cars tape system.

Happy and carefree Doug suddenly said, without thinking, “Now then, I hope you aren't going to drive down a deserted lane and have your wicked way with me?”

He was startled by her reply, “I don't know the area very well or you might have been in luck, Mr!”

Without prior warning Olivia veered off the road and turned down a dark lane, drove past a big school and came to a halt beneath some trees.

She turned to look at him, laughing as she said, “ Actually I think this lane leads to nowhere or it might be leading somewhere, neither of us are on a curfew, so perhaps we can begin our adventure now?”

What on earth was she talking about? Doug was lost for words, this was not the Olivia he knew, perhaps this was her twin sister?

It was very dark under the tall trees.

Olivia turned the volume down making a bizarre statement about cows not liking soul music, only classical.

They sat staring out of the window, not looking at each other as they discussed the events at the club.

In a rash moment Doug turned to look at Olivia and told her how beautiful she looked, “ It's not just the way you look tonight, it is everything about you. I have never met a woman like you before and I have met a lot of women.”

Olivia looked at him; there it was, that wicked grin.

She leaned across and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him for the marvellous time and the compliment.

Olivia sat back in her seat and their eyes met, as their lips slowly parted and they came together.

At last, the longed for kiss. Her lips were so soft and moist, their lips moved in unison and when he gently probed her mouth with his tongue, she responded. Their tongues danced together as he pulled her into his arms and held her close. He could feel her large breasts pushing against him.

As the kissing continued the tension left Olivia and before long they were climbing into the back seat.

No words were spoken, the kisses were sending messages, loud and clear. Doug did not want to scare her off, so worked his magic very slowly. He held her head in his hands, he stroked her hair, her face.

Doug could feel the mounting passion stirring in his loins. He tested the water by slowly bringing his hand up to cup her left breast.

Half expecting to be pushed away he was pleasantly surprised by the response to his touch.

He felt her nipple stand to attention, almost screaming at him to be touched, nibbled and squeezed. This was some sexy woman!

In a moment of madness they stopped and got out of the car to empty their bladders, there was no awkwardness, just the familiarity of friendship that allowed such a personal act to take place.

Doug was waiting in the car when Olivia jumped in beside him.  There was that wicked grin again.

It ran across her eyes and she kissed him quickly before nibbling his ear.

Out of the blue came words unexpected, “ Would you like to make love?”'

Olivia held a pair of red lacy knickers up and playfully continued, “We know where this was all leading to and you could have spent the next half hour trying to get them off, so I saved you time and trouble”.

Doug was lost for words, completely stunned by the woman at his side. Surely this was a wind up, this was Olivia's twin and for the first time in his life he did not know what to do next.

Doug became unaware of how his body contorted to fit into the small space between the seats of the little car.

All he felt was Olivia beneath him, his manhood deep inside her. Her legs were wide apart, feet firmly placed on the car window as she pushed herself up to meet his thrusting spear, slipping in and out to the rhythm of his breathing.

One last deep thrust and he felt like a million birds took flight.

His mind swept away on the tide of orgasm.

Doug lay on top of Olivia, her body moulded perfectly into his, the only thing between them was the black dress that was up around her waist.

The moonlight caught her tanned belly and buttocks as she slid from beneath him.

Doug sat slumped across the back seat not believing what just happened. Olivia quickly wiped herself and pulled her dress down.

Looking composed and so beautiful in the aftermath of such lust, she said, “ We better go now it is very late.”

They drove along in silence, until it was broken by a remark that was to set the scene for the forthcoming tomorrows.

Olivia's eyes never left the road as she sped on, to leave Doug at the end of his street, before returning to her own home.

“
What has just happened , changes everything, there is no going back,” Olivia said on a sombre note.

Doug did not want to go back he wanted the tomorrows.

Before Doug got out of the car, Olivia turned and took his hand in hers, looking up at him he saw the sadness pouring out of those large brown eyes that held his for more than a moment.

She leant forward and kissed him hard, saying, “Goodbye Doug, it was a brilliant evening, Thank you”.

She was thanking him? Should he not have been thanking her?

As Doug watched the little blue love machine disappear round the corner he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

He couldn't. How do you make sense of an enigma? Olivia was a mystery of complexity, dropping clues as to who she was in such a way as to confound all reasoning, which kept him wondering and wanting more.

A sleepless night was spent in reliving the moment .

That moment when Doug touched Olivia's warm welcoming mound, when his eager finger shocked her and gently pushed its way inside to feel the moist welcome she gave him.

He could feel her still, her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper inside until he exploded.

Languishing in the feeling of the tide crashing against the rocks Doug felt the warm trickle of his love juice as he realised his explosion was real and not in his dream.

Nothing seemed to make sense, it was all unbelievable.

The reality was he had to get out of bed before Mary woke and smelt the ammonia that was creeping between the sheets.

Doug didn't have any contact with Olivia again, until the day she picked him up to go to the first rehearsal in Leeds.

It felt like a reunion and all the girls were excited to be doing another show.

It was a hard afternoon as they were on a tight schedule and when it was over Doug asked Olivia if she would like to go for something to eat before they went home.

He took her to a discreet Italian restaurant down the Headrow. They chatted about superficial things as they walked down the sunny street, no mention being made of the night down the lane.

Doug was desperate to discuss what happened that night. Was it a one off? Were they to embark on a relationship?

Olivia behaved as she always did, it was as though nothing happened at all. Doug, always the gentleman, held the door open and they chose a table near the window. They ordered garlic mushrooms for starters and a pizza to share.

Doug ordered the wine and they settled down to their accustomed banter.

His eyes never left Olivia's face as she chattered away, talking about anything and everything.

It was something he enjoyed about her.

She was an intelligent woman and could talk about most things, she made it interesting; he was interested.

After taking a sip of his wine, Doug looked out of the window. He could not think when he last felt so comfortable and happy.

He really liked being with Olivia. He loved the way she carried herself.

She was honest and what you saw was what you got. Her animated face showed such expression, she wore no masks.

As he watched the cars go by and listened to her, he thought he could sit there forever, it was almost perfect.

Another bottle of wine was ordered, it was a hot day and they were drinking fast. Doug took a sip after the waiter uncorked the bottle and he nodded. He studied the glass and took another drink.

He was trying to work out why he felt like he did, what was going in inside of him as his heart beat faster than usual.

What was he thinking? What was she really thinking?

In a moment of reckless abandonment Doug suddenly said, “I love you”. Olivia carried on talking.

Had she heard him? Was she ignoring him? He repeated, “I love you”.

This time she stopped and looked at him.

“
Doug, what did you just say?” she waited for his reply.

“
I love you” he replied, “ In fact I don't think I have ever really felt like this before”. He looked down at the crisp white napkin draped across his knees. He felt the embarrassment take a grip. Total silence descended. Doug dare not look up, he dare not look at her.

Right now Doug was wishing that the ground would open and swallow him up. There was an uncomfortable stillness all around them.

Doug twisted the corner of the napkin feeling her eyes piercing his skull, burning through, sending shocks down to his heart.

He heard the chink of glass; she must be pouring herself another drink.

Why oh why had he said that to her?

Speaking to his knees now he said it again, “I love you”.

What seemed to last an hour was merely a pregnant pause.

Olivia gave a big sigh which signalled him to look up and across at her.

She was looking at him intently and began to laugh, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment at his sudden declaration.

She asked him if he knew what he had just said to her. Of course he knew, it was not something he said much in his life, but when he did, it was meant.

Olivia began to frown and began, ”You have been drinking and don't know what you are saying, these words are serious stuff”.

Doug wondered if he might cry and said, “I know and I could not have said it without the wine, but it is not the wine speaking, it is me. I'm not sure where it came from, but it is the truth Olivia, I love you. I have never felt like this before. I think about you all the time. I want to call you a dozen times a day. I look out of the office window hoping to catch a glimpse of you at work”.

Olivia thought for a moment. Doug was coming to her office more often and they would discuss the rehearsals.

Sometimes there was nothing to discuss and Doug would say he popped in for a coffee in passing. Some days he seemed reluctant to leave and would chat to Anthony, her boss.

Now things were beginning to fall into place.

Doug looked at her with pleading puppy dog eyes, asking her to forget it, “I should not have said it, I am sorry,” he whispered.

Olivia looked everywhere but at him, she shook her head, paused for a moment before rising and coming round the table to him.

She sat in the chair next to him and pulled it closer.

Turning and studying his face Olivia took his hand between hers and began, “Well you see Doug”.

“
Oh no”, he thought, “I know what's coming next, the broken record entitled, NO!” Olivia cleared her throat saying very clearly, “Well it's like this”.

She stopped, reached for her glass and took a long drink of the cool wine.

The torment was now becoming too much for him. Why could she not just get on with it?

He could begin to nurse his wounded pride, kick himself and vow never to open up his feelings again.

Doug realised just how difficult he had  made things for her; for them. It was too late to take back what was said.

He couldn't say, “ well actually it's not true, I don't love you”. That would have been a lie.

Doug was sick of lying, he continually did this to others and to himself.

For maybe the first time in his life he was being honest and now feeling very silly. He felt his stomach clench, sending waves of nausea mixed with anticipation through his body.

Olivia kept hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly and becoming more tense with every passing moment.

Doug studied her face. She was giving nothing away. There was an expressionless veil covering her thoughts.

Olivia began to speak very slowly as though she were choosing her words very carefully.

She was tripping through vocabulary as though walking on thin ice, which might break any time now.

“
Doug, I thank you for what you have said. We have known each other quite a few months now. Our children have become friends and I know your wife, Mary. You have, by your words, now made things very complicated indeed”.

Doug thought his heart was going to burst, he poured another wine and decided that he would get very drunk tonight when he was at home.

It might drown his sorrow and numb the rejection that was on its way.

Doug felt so angry with himself now. Everything spoilt by a rash, impulsive statement. Why could he not have kept his mouth shut? Why had he to declare his feelings for Olivia? He could have kept them secret.