It Started with a Moment

By Danielle Boulton

We lay on the bed, both naked. The weak afternoon sun dimly lights the room. He is the most perfect man I have ever seen. Everything about him is divine. I gaze at him with lust and desire. He says, “Close your eyes.” I close them tightly. I know he is smiling, I can hear it in his voice. I feel a touch as soft and light as a feather on my lips, slowly moving down my neck, then on my breasts, gently caressing my nipples. I feel like I’m going to explode. I try to open my eyes, but he is watching me and whispers softly, “No peeking.” I close my eyes again and try to relax. I enjoy the tickling sensations that are awakening every nerve ending in my body. I start trembling like I am cold, but it is just my excitement building. I feel his feather-light touch begin a southward journey towards my belly button. I gasp. He moves lower again…

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jan 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781483549156

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Moment 17

Life isn’t a matter of milestones, but of moments.—Rose Kennedy

We lay on the bed, both naked. The weak afternoon sun dimly lights the room. He is the most perfect man I have ever seen. Everything about him is divine. I gaze at him with lust and desire. He says, Close your eyes. I close them tightly. I know he is smiling, I can hear it in his voice. I feel a touch as soft and light as a feather on my lips, slowly moving down my neck, then on my breasts, gently caressing my nipples. I feel like I’m going to explode. I try to open my eyes, but he is watching me and whispers softly, No peeking. I close my eyes again and try to relax. I enjoy the tickling sensations that are awakening every nerve ending in my body. I start trembling like I am cold, but it is just my excitement building. I feel his feather-light touch begin a southward journey towards my belly button. I gasp. He moves lower again…

Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep.

Nooooooo, I cried as my alarm woke me up. I felt extremely disgruntled at my dream being so rudely interrupted. It was so good and now it was over! I was in a bad mood and not yet even out of bed. Humph! I exclaimed.

Shhh, press snooze, Katie, and go back to sleep for a bit longer, Nigel, my husband, murmured.

I sighed. I was awake now, dissatisfied, but awake. No, I’m awake now! I grumbled. I threw the covers off and stomped out of the bedroom. As I walked down the hallway, I tried to gather some semblance of my sanity. My heart was still racing and my brain was foggy. I thought to myself, Right, Katie, what have we got on today? Work? I stopped walking, as if that would help my brain work. Yes, work today. Right.

I continued walking towards the kitchen, silently urging my brain to keep processing my schedule. What have we got on tomorrow? Oh yes, the engagement party. Hmm, what will I wear? Oh no, he will be there! What will I wear? Just thinking about him made me smile. Don’t be ridiculous, I chastised myself. Remember, Katie, you are one hundred per cent committed to Nigel now. I switched on the coffee machine and walked back to the bathroom. Stop thinking like this Katie! I sighed heavily. Living a double life was really taking its toll. I felt frustrated and exhausted, but knew I had to get ready to face the day. I jumped into the shower, already weary. Nigel could wake the boys up and get them ready for school today.

Moment 1

Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.—Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Demon in My View

Hi Marty, I called out to my boss as I sailed past his office on the way to mine.

Kate, wait! Come back here! he called after me.

I backed up to his office and stood in the doorway. What’s up, Marty? I asked casually, knowing full well it would have something to do with the annual fête. I felt even more suspicious when I saw Marty’s pleased grin. In fact, he was actually beaming at me. Such a smile could only mean that he’d had a really dumb idea, which I would have to pretend was absolutely brilliant.

Well, Kate, as the major sponsor of this year’s fête, we’ve been asked whether we would like to have a stall at the front entrance and I’ve decided that this year we’ll sell doughnuts. Everyone loves doughnuts. I’ve been talking to Allan and he has offered to help as well. We discussed what we’d do with the money made from the doughnuts sales, and we both thought that it would be great to donate all of the proceeds back to the fête committee. What do you think?

What did I think? Really? I hate doughnuts and I hate the fête, that’s what I thought, but instead I parroted, Sounds great, Marty. It’s very charitable of you to donate the money back to the committee, and it will further cement our position as a business with a vested interest in the community and region.

Marty nodded. He was super-pleased with himself. Exactly, Kate! So can I leave it with you to organise? I’ll talk to the boys at the club to see if we can use their doughnut cookers, but you’ll organise the rest, won’t you? He shuffled papers on his desk, indicating that our conversation was over. He didn’t need a response, since it wasn’t a question; he assumed now that everything had been finalised and accepted.

I escaped to my office and slumped over my desk, feeling annoyed. I really hated the annual fête. It always ended with me doing something ridiculous. Last year, I had to dress-up as a clown for the kindergarten class. It was about fifty degrees in the shade, but felt about ten-times hotter in the clown outfit. The year before that, I was first on the roster to supervise the children on the jumping castle. When none of the other parents showed up for their turn, I ended up manning the thing for the entire day. Now this year: doughnuts!! I couldn’t even stand the disgusting things.

I sighed and thought to myself, Well, at least as the Marketing and Public Relations Officer for Marty’s Fleet Sales, no two days at work are the same. I couldn’t complain about a lack of diversity in my role, could I? Sighing in defeated resignation, I figured that as Marty had made up his mind that it was happening whether I liked it or not, I’d better just make some plans and get organised.

Knowing that as a major sponsor Marty would be busy with official commitments at the fête, I crossed him off my list of possible helpers. Having already volunteered to man the school coffee stand and cater the Apex bar, Nigel was fully booked for the day as well. There went another volunteer, I thought.

I’d better ring Allan and find out if he was serious about helping, I muttered to myself.

I picked up the phone and rang Lochie’s dad. Hi Allan, it’s Katie Wells from Marty’s Fleet Sales. I believe you’ve been talking to Marty about the fête coming up in two weeks?…Yes, that’s right, doughnuts…Yes, it is a great idea to donate the money back to the committee…Well, I believe that you said your team was willing to help with the stand…Oh okay, so Caroline can’t because she’ll be away…Yes, okay, Jodi is already working that day…Aha, actually I remember Lochie saying that you were off on a big trip with Marg…hmm. Okay…Alright then, I’ll give Lochie a call and see if he can help…Yes, thanks. Okay, Allan, bye. I hung up the phone sighing again.

Good on you, Allan. You offer help, but no one is going be around. Grrrrhhhhh, I grumbled to myself.

I picked up the phone to call Lochie, hoping his schedule was looking better than his dad’s for fête day. Fingers crossed. Hi Lochie, Katie here…Yeah, he’s away at the moment working on that road contract…Yeah, they’re nearly done. Pete and he will be home this weekend…Yeah, it will be good when the project is finished…Look, Loch, I’m ringing to see what you are up to for fête day…Your dad dobbed you in. Apparently he told Marty that he’d help but forgot that he was going to be away…Yeah, that’s right.…I know, you have to love the olds…Oh that’s great, Loch, I really didn’t fancy doing it alone…Yeah, I reckon we’ll start at about 10.30 am and wind down about 3 pm, will that work for you?…Yes, of course you can eat as many as you like. I hate them, so you can have my share too…Cool. See you then.

Phewwwww, I sighed with relief, glad I didn’t have to do the job alone. I hated the smell and the taste of doughnuts, but cooking them for five hours alone would have really pissed me off. At least now I had someone with whom I could share the workload and complain to all day about the shitty job of cooking doughnuts on the worst day of the year.

Moment 2

Passion is momentary; love is enduring.—John Wooden

I flopped onto my bed. It was a Friday night and the week had been long and tiring without Nigel around. He’d been away for two weeks now, working with his business partner Pete on a road project they’d successfully tendered for at the mine. I was really looking forward to him coming home tomorrow, not just because of the boys, but also because I was feeling very short-tempered and full of pent-up frustration after two weeks without sex. I was beyond reasoning. The only solution was an orgasm. I considered getting my vibrator out, but I didn’t even have the energy to get out of bed and grab it from my draw. So I rolled over and went to sleep, dissatisfied and grumpy.

I dreamt about sex a lot that night. Sex with Nigel, sex with strangers, sex with people that I didn’t recognise—even women. It was like something out of one of Nigel’s porn movies: threesomes, orgies, sex outdoors, sex indoors, all kinds of sex. Apparently, even my subconscious was horny.

*

I got up early the next morning. It was not even daylight, but I couldn’t sleep. This was the longest period of time that Nigel and I had been apart since we first got together, and it was making me antsy. I quietly padded into the kitchen and made a coffee, then I snuck into the study and found Nigel’s pack of sneaky cigarettes. I really needed to calm down. I used to smoke before the boys were born and it was always the perfect way to diffuse a stressful situation. I slipped out the back and enjoyed my pre-dawn cuppa and smoke. It did the trick perfectly and got me calmly through the morning while the boys and I patiently waited for Nigel’s return.

Sam, Max and I were on our fifth episode of Peppa Pig for the morning when we heard Nigel’s ute pull in. Halle-fucking-lujah! I thought to myself.

Me first, I yelled childishly to the boys as we formed a stampede, giggling and pushing each other out of the way as we tried to beat each other to the door.

Nigel met us at the door and scooped us all into a group hug. He met my gaze over the boys’ head and said huskily, I missed you, babe.

I looked at him with intense desire, my need nearly overwhelming me. My response was barely audible, You have no idea how much I missed you.

He nodded and winked. I think I do.

He broke up the group hug and bent down to pick up two boxes. Here’s an excavator for you, Sam the Man, and a grader for you, Maxie. They’re just like mine. Why don’t you guys take them into the sandpit so Daddy can catch up with Mummy? He winked at me again. I didn’t need much encouragement.

Yeah, boys, Mum and Dad need to catch up on some business, I said as I ushered them towards the back door and out to the sandpit in the backyard.

Nigel and I collapsed onto our bed, not so much making love, but more having a quick catch-up fuck. It didn’t last long for either of us. We both needed each other way too much. I put my dressing gown on and went to check on the boys, who were still playing happily in the sandpit. Seizing the opportunity, Nigel and showered together. This time we spent longer, lavishing each other with attention and kisses, before finally finishing off with a hard fuck under the running water. It was amazing.

We embraced. I didn’t think I could ever love another person as much as I loved this man, my amazing husband with his sandy blonde curls and his sexy grey eyes, and the world’s most incredible father, but I was wrong.

Moment 3

I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re going to feel all day.—Frank Sinatra

Thank god for Mum and Dad. I don’t know how I would have coped with this stupid fête if I had to juggle the boys too, I said to Lochie. He laughed at me as we worked together to set up the stand in the mini marquee. Luckily, I’d had the foresight to get the marquee erected for us by the party hire people. Another bonus is that we didn’t have to stick this stupid marquee up, that would have broken me. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to remember what else we needed to do to before we started.

Lochie laughed at me. Stop stressing, Katie, we’re good to go. I reckon this oil’s hot enough to get cracking so I’m going to stick the first batch on.

I nodded, trying not to look stressed. Good-o. I’ll write the prices on the whiteboard and then we can rock and roll.

We were flat out from the first batch.

What a run, Lochie said as the incessant line of people finally disappeared and he collapsed down onto a chair. Oh god, I’m stuffed.

Agreed, but at least I’m exhausted and not stuffed full of disgusting rounds of fried dough, I laughed. I looked at my watch. I reckon we’ll be alright to close the doors in an hour, that’ll be 3.30 pm…What a mess! I gazed around at the empty containers of batter, all sticky and gross.

Lochie shook his head, stood back up, and said, Don’t stress, Katie, it won’t take us long, I’m sure it looks worse than it actually is. Why don’t we whizz all the containers back to my house? It’s close and it’ll take us no time at all to clean them all up there. We can use the kitchen and the laundry. It will be much quicker than trying to do it here with a kettle and a bucket.

I nodded in agreement. Great idea, and good thinking, Ninety-Nine! I smacked him lightly on the back, chuffed.

With a cheeky grin, he said, Hey, I’ve got something here that might help us get through the final hour. He produced a cold bottle of wine and two plastic goblets.

I did a little happy dance. I could kiss you right now, Loch! Spot-on!!

Thanks to a half a bottle of wine each, the last hour flew. Oh no, Katie, we didn’t plan that. Now we’re both drunk we can’t drive back to my house to clean up, Lochie said, frowning and running his hand across his forehead.

I frowned too. But you haven’t had that much to drink, Loch. You’d be right to drive, wouldn’t you?

Lochie looked uncertain.

Darryl, the local cop and a dear family friend, walked over to our stand. Any left, Katie? he asked.

I smiled warmly at him. Oh Darryl, I think we might have one bag left. Are you just starting your shift? He nodded as I passed him the final bag of doughnuts. He went to get out his wallet. Nah, Darryl, I think we can do them on the house, I said, shaking my head.

Lochie chimed in, Yeah, we’ve finished our shift anyway, Dazza, till’s closed.

Darryl smiled. Thanks, guys. Enjoy the clean-up job now.

As Daryl started to walk back to the street, Lochie looked thoughtful. Hey, Dazz, there is something you could do for us though. Seeing how you are parked only a few steps away from our tent, and seeing how far away all the rest of our cars are, it’d be way quicker for our clean-up job if we could just load the paddy wagon up with all these containers and get you to drop them and us at my place. Can you do that?

Darryl looked at the stacks of containers, laughed and nodded his head. Course I can, I’ve gotta go past your place anyway. Here, hand us a stack. Dazz dropped us, and our piles of dough-laden containers, at Lochie’s house. Do you need me to come back and grab you both when you’re done? he asked.

I shook my head. Nah, Darryl, we’ll just leave all the clean containers here and walk back. Lochie nodded his agreement.

Okay, see you both later then, said Darryl, and drove off to start his shift.

I sighed and ran my hands through

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