Ball Kick Part 2
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“… and when I found out he had been two-timing me I went up to him and punched him so hard in the face I broke his nose. When he dropped to the floor I then kicked him hard several times in the stomach and back. When it came to the divorce I took him for every penny I could. He soon found out that I wasn’t the kind of woman who put up with any shit from a man. And what’s more I never let him see his daughter again. Not that she wants to have anything to do with him – she’s got me and I’m all she needs. It was a painful lesson for him. Very painful.”
That was the tail end of one of the first proper conversations I’d had with Gina and Gina was slim, blonde, tanned, good looking and in possession of the most beautiful blue-green eyes I’d ever seen. There and then I knew that I wanted her, craved her, and knew that I wanted nothing more than to fuck her, knew also that I wanted to make her happy and thereby make myself happy, because my friend that is what life is all about – getting what we want. And as I had conversed with her I could feel my cock getting hard.
It had been one of those hot sunny blue sky days at the tail end of spring that promise a glorious summer that never quite materialises. I’d just walked over from the bus station to get myself a cup of tea and a sandwich from the café where Gina had worked. I could have brought in my own food and made my own tea and saved myself some money. But I didn’t as going over to the café meant I could ogle her and maybe chat her up, though to be honest I did think she was probably out of my league.
Anyway, as I got to the perimeter of the outside seating area of the café Gina was coming out as she had just finished work. It was good timing as I’d managed to get to chat to her. For some reason we ended up talking about relationships and that was when she had told me about her and her husband. Or rather ex-husband. She had then said that she was nipping up town to get a new curtain rail for her lounge and that she wasn’t looking forward to putting it up. I saw a window of opportunity (ain’t I witty) and offered to pop round later and fit it for her. She’d thanked me and we’d exchanged mobile numbers – I’d call her after I’d finished work later. Of course I was tremendously excited at getting her number and going round because there was also that slim chance that it may lead to more. I’d then said: “See you later.” and we’d gone our separate ways, she up town and me into the café.
I’d then walked up to the counter to place my order and was served by Joan. Joan was middle-aged with short brown hair, a roundish face and was wearing black framed glasses. Joan had a cockney accent and was one of them what-you-see-is-what-you-get types. I really liked her. She was a nice person. Joan had then said: “How can I help you, Jules?”
“Um, mug of tea with extra milk and a cheese and tomato sandwich white bread, please.”
“That’ll be £4.30 please, sir,” she said with mock deference.
I’d handed her a £5 note and then waited for her to ring up the sale, open up the till and bring me my change. As she did she said: “Jules, it’s not really my business… but I just saw you exchange phone numbers with Gina… and you’re a really nice guy… I know you’ve been hurt in the past… that all you want… deserve… is happiness… but Gina is trouble, big trouble…”
She’d paused at this point presumably wondering if she’d gone too far but I hadn’t reacted because I wanted to hear all of what she was going to say. She continued: “Look, Gina uses men, uses them for what she can get out of them… mainly financial… and then she dumps them. Nobody knows where she gets her money… she only works when she wants at low paid jobs and we reckon she fiddles her benefits because she’s always got money for things she wants. She can also be quite nasty too. Violent. Apparently she recently slept with a friend of the boss and when he snubbed afterwards she went round to his house and told his wife what he’d done. It caused no end of trouble. When the boss mentioned it to her all Gina did was laugh. Jules, just stay away from her… you’re a really nice fella.”
I’d felt a little taken aback by what Joan had said but on the other hand I did kind of admire Gina for getting her own back on guys that treated her badly. Of course if I’d been out with her I would have treated her like a lady and with total respect. It was the kind of fella I was.
“Thanks for your concerns, Joan, but I’ll be fine. I’m a big boy now.”
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I’d then gone outside and sat outside on one of the tables in the sun. A few minutes later Joan had brought me my tea and sandwich.
Despite Joan’s well intentioned warning I had felt optimistic and excited about later. I also rationalised that the worse that could happen would be for Gina to turn me down.
Later, after work – I was a bus driver – I phoned Gina to tell her to expect me at about half seven. She’d replied in a cheery voice: “Thanks for that. See you shortly.”
About quarter past seven I’d packed my electric drill, rawl plugs, screws, metal ruler and spirit level into my canvas holder. I’d then left my house and proceeded to walk round to Gina’s place as it was a pleasant evening. I’d strolled along my road till I’d got to the main road that crossed the railway line and had then walked up the other side. I had then turned right half way up the hill proceeded about two to three hundred yards and then come to the little cul-de-sac Gina lived in. Cul-de-sac sounds posh but in actual fact it was a recent housing association development. The development consisted of what I call rows of mini high-rises of three storeys and didn’t look too bad. Gina lived right at the end and her road overlooked the railway line. She had a bottom flat and was also lucky to have a small rectangle of lawn outside her large lounge window. When I’d got to her door which was to the right of the building I’d knocked gently on it.
As I had stood there I had felt a little nervous as though on a first date, but I didn’t have to suffer too long as Gina soon came to the door.
“Hi,” she’d said sweetly, “come in.”
As I stepped into the little hallway the first thing I noticed was that Gina was looking absolutely gorgeous. She was dressed simply in a body hugging white T-shirt that showed off her lovely tanned arms – I would learn later that she spent a little time totally naked in her tanning machine each day – and was also wearing tight fitting jeans that accentuated her shapely bum. She also smelt great too. I’d felt, or rather wanted to believe, that she’d made a little effort because I was coming round.
The other thing I noticed was that her place was absolutely spotless and very tidy. It smelt clean too. All her gadgets, white goods and furniture seemed pretty new. It suggested, to me, that she liked to be in control and on top of things.
Whilst in the hallway she asked me to remove my shoes, which I did.
She then handed me the curtain rail so that I could get on with the job. It didn’t take long and she was very pleased. Together we then put the curtains up.
“Would you like a cup of tea now?” she asked me.
“Yes, please.”
At this point she then came up to me, placed one of her hands on my shoulder and had kissed me on my cheek. “Thanks, for doing that. I really appreciate it.”
The next thing I knew I had embraced her and put my mouth to hers and had begun to snog her. She had felt so good – so good. Pretty quickly she had placed her hands on my chest, undone a couple of my buttons and commenced to lightly caress my chest and nipples. I closed my eyes and immediately I became erect and imagined us naked and fucking on her expensive black leather settee—
Out of the blue I suddenly experienced a sickening spike of pain in my groin region. I’d felt instantly nauseous as though the insides of my stomach were being sucked out and had doubled over before slowly sinking to the carpet. I didn’t think the pain, which was way beyond my threshold, would ever end. It suddenly occurred to me that she had kneed me in my balls. My eyes now wide open and watering I had looked up to see Gina standing there with her arms folded and a curious half smile playing across her lips.
As the agony had begun to subside a little I heard her address me: “How dare you think that you can have your evil way with me. Just because you do me a favour it doesn’t mean you can fuck me. Now get up, collect your tools and get out.”
On unsteady feet and not knowing whether standing up would induce more pain I managed to straighten up. “Gina, I’m really sorry about what happened. Really, I’m very sorry.”
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all, you’re just sorry cos I’ve kneed you in the nuts and injured your pride to boot. Typical man. Time for you go.”
With her stood at the door, her arms on her hips, I did as she said and then stumbled out into the street. Just before I did she said bizarrely: “I’ll text you.”
The air had been chilly and the street lights were now illuminated. The yellow-orange glow of them had seemed hazy and my groin region was still quite tender. But despite what had happened I still desired her. Still wanted her. Still held out hope for her. Why? Because she said she’d text me…
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