Gathering his clothes he made his way to the door, opening it he turned to the women. “Goodnight,” he spoke in a low voice. Bringing his fingers to his lips he blew them a kiss and retreated up the stairs to his room.
Sarah and Jane watched Tom leave and were completely at ease with the activities of the night. They never regretted or conducted post mortems on their adventures.
“I was brought all the way back to Ed watching you two cavort,” Sarah told her friend.
“Good memories indeed, hope you didn’t mind me and Tom messing about,” Jane squeezed her friends hand as she spoke.
“He told me everything. I was somewhat relieved you two have had that experience- I think it brings us all closer,” Sarah said.
“I think there is enough to go around, don’t you?” Jane said nudging her friend.
“I think nothing is too small to share,” Sarah said thoughtfully.
And both women laughed.
Tom rolled into bed his heart on a slight flutter with the anticipation of what he hoped would transpire, he threw his clothes in a pile by the wardrobe. He was in too distracted to consider tidying them up.
He was dozing when a light knock came to the door.
“It’s only me Tom,” Sarah spoke and pushed through to the bedroom.
Tom raised himself on his elbows and watched as she approached the bed, her body silhouetted in the landing light.
“I’m sorry love, did I wake you?” she enquiries softly.
“No, I was just thinking” he replied, patting the bed, indicating to her to sit.
She sat on the edge. Reaching a hand forward, she stroked his hair.
“You left the room abruptly down there. Are you ok?”
“Oh yes” he smiled up at her, “I am perfectly fine.”
” That’s ok then, just checking on you before I go to bed myself.” Bending forward, she kissed his forehead. “Goodnight my darling boy.” She raised to her feet and began to walk to the door.
“Goodnight” he returned, as she left the room.
She opened the door of her own room and entered, closing it soundlessly behind her.
Jane wondered as she cleared her bag from the bed and pushed back the covers, if she should cross the landing and slip into Tom’s room. She removed the light pyjamas, slithering, naked into the cool, fresh sheets. She had lost her nerve. Maybe he left the room earlier out of politeness. Maybe the advances of an older woman had not been to his taste. Perhaps she had been too forthright. As she thought, she allowed her hands to wander across her breasts, over her toned belly, down her thighs, back up the insides of them. She felt the heat of her own arousal dampen the back of her hand.
She didn’t hear the door open and close. Lost in thoughts of the evening, the first she knew of anyone in the room was the sheet lifting from her body. Startled, she shot her hands away and snapped on the bedside lamp. Tom stood, naked, the corner of the sheet in his hand.
“I was waiting for you,” he whispered.
Jane returned to resting on her pillow and lay there regarding Tom’s presence, she raised her arms above her head and through her hair, she made a low satisfied sigh.