I remember when I left school and got my apprenticeship the guys that I worked with were full of banter, admittedly most was crude innuendos. I never offered much up because one I had no experience to talk about, two I was too shy, and it's just not me to be like that. Besides I learnt quickly anything you said would be picked up on and stretched out for days, so it was best to listen instead of talk.
One little nugget that was said has stayed in my mind, it was said in the style of Forrest Gump "sex is like a box of chocolates, once you've had one, you want another" it would be totally lost on you if you haven't seen the film, but I laughed like everyone else. Little did I know at the time how true it was. Having spent so much time with Amanda and now a night too I definitely wanted more, it was tricky though because she worked until late, and the kids were never far away. None of that bothered me or dulled the attractiveness that I saw in Amanda, she was amazing to be around.
Drinks time would come and go with just cuddles and kissing when the kids went to bed. It was seriously hard to keep it at just that, but the prospect of the kids waking up and not understanding why I was there at night or in the morning was too much of a risk to take, especially at this stage.
One night a good week later we drank too much and one thing lead to another. The living room sofa and going upstairs were too risky especially with the creaky stairs. We looked at each other just knowing what we were both thinking, there was a room at the back of the house that had a sofabed in it. It was a room seldom used by Amanda and the girls, her plan was to eventually put a conservatory through into the garden from there.
Like two school kids we crept in giggling trying not to make any noise holding our wine glasses. I pushed the sofabed up against the door and...I'll spare you the rest. At any moment I did fully expected the door handle to move though *cringe* ...I remember we used the back room a good few times before I had the novel idea of unscrewing the door handle and removing the spindle for future encounters, it worked a treat, but we joked about the door opening so much I never got that possibility out of my head. Amazingly no one commented why a screwdriver was always by that door.
Inevitably someone was going to second guess what was going on between us, it was awkward when ever we would bump into each other when others were around, it was only a natural feeling to steal a quick kiss and a hug in passing. I certainly wasn't bothered if people knew we were together, I was proud of what we had.
