Chris hesitated as Gabrielle reached back with both hands to spread her arse cheeks wide.   Chris licked his lips with yearning, and then began searching around the floor for his shoes and socks.

“You aren’t still going?” asked Gabrielle, standing up to face Chris.

“I’m sorry,” he said putting his right shoe on, and then standing.   “But I have to go.”   He hesitated for a moment, then gave Gabrielle a kiss on the left breast, then the lips, then said, “Maybe I can come back tomorrow?”

“Don’t count on it,” she said.   “No man has ever walked out on me before…If you leave now, don’t expect to ever crawl back into my bed!”

Chris hesitated at Gabrielle’s bedroom door.   He looked back at her, reluctant to lose such a gorgeous woman.   Finally he sighed deeply and then walked toward the front door.

Gabrielle ran after Chris, to the front door, and shouted after him, “Don’t think you can ever come back!”

Looking back, Chris saw Gabrielle standing naked outside the front door, with her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips, looking like a buxom caricature of superman.   “Super wench,” he thought as he reluctantly began to walk down the metal stairs.

Gabrielle turned, and saw a man standing in the doorway to the next flat, gaping at her nakedness.

“What are you gawking at?” she demanded, and the poor man was still trying to think of an answer, when his wife came to the door to drag him back inside.

Looking up at the lounge room window of the flat from the street as he slowly walked past, Chris saw Gabrielle standing naked in the window gazing down at him.   She had her right hand crossed over her chest to caress her left breast, and was fingering her vagina with her left hand.   Chris licked his lips, and felt his penis straining against his fly.   “Down boy,” he said, and forced himself to turn and start walking toward home.

*      *      *

“Do you think dad will have finished with the paper yet?” asked Chris.

“Oh I doubt if he could have even read it, with the state that his eyes were in,” said Norma, “but if you want another look through the situations vacant, I’ve got them here,” she said, taking the three newspaper pages from the top of the refrigerator.

“No, I wanted the theatre section,” said Chris.   “I’m taking Rita to the 9:30 showing after school tonight, if I can get home and change in time, so I wanted to check the address of the cinema.”

“Rita?” asked Norma.

“She’s a girl I used to work with,” explained Chris.   “I’ve sort of been seeing her on a semi-steady basis for the last couple of months.”

“I thought that you were going steady with this girl Sondra?” said Norma.

“Sonja,” corrected Chris.   “I more or less am.”

“How can you be more or less going steady with them both?”

“I have to arrange my timetable very carefully, so that I never invite them both out on the same night.”

“Doesn’t that put a strain on your budget, now that you’re back on the dole?”

“No worries, I usually don’t take them to the pictures, only for a walk through Footscray Park, or wherever.   I’ve invited Sonja, to Footscray Park for Melbourne Cup days so that we can stand on the rise and peer down into Flemington to watch the cup live.   You save the entrance fee into Flemington that way, but it means you only get to see the cup live, you can’t hear anything from that distance.   Also you have to get there very early to get a good spot, because there are always at least 150,000 people in Footscray Park on Melbourne Cup day.”

“But don’t they suspect about each other?” asked Norma.

“Oh sure, they know all about each other.   They hate each other’s guts, but they’re both trendy enough not to take it out upon me,” said Chris.

“Well, that’s reassuring,” said Norma.

“The only time that they ever see each other, is when I take them to the OOWPAG.   I usually take them together to the Out of Work People’s Action Group meetings, because I figure why should only one of them be bored to tears?”

“Oh, I’m glad that you reminded me,” said Norma, inspiration struck, “some woman from the OOWPAG has been ringing around, asking for you.   Gabriella somebody or other.”

“Gabrielle is sort of an off-and-on old flame of mine,” said Chris.

“She sounded a little old for you,” said Norma.

“Age has nothing to do with it,” said Chris.   “Gabrielle is my kind of woman: breathing!”

Norma laughed, then said, “Well, I think that you had better get in touch with her fairly urgently she sounded very keen to hear from you.”

“I’ll wait until the next OOWPAG meeting on Tuesday,” said Chris.   “I don’t want to seem too anxious to see her.   She’s been a little bitchy since we had a tiff a few months back, so it won’t hurt to let her stew in her own juices over the weekend.”

“Do you think that that’s a fair thing to do?” asked Norma.

“Maybe not, I agreed Chris.   “But fairness doesn’t come into boy-girl relationships, it’s strictly dog fu…eat dog.”

Chris blushed at his near slip, and Norma said, “Well, I guess that at twenty-one we can hardly expect you to be content with just holding hands.”

THE END

(c) Copyright 2011

Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Australia