Chapter 3

After much argument with her mother, Niamh was now waiting alone in Brook bar, the only vaguely youthful place to drink in the town. Cian was supposed to be coming to meet her, but he seemed to be running late.

She ordered a rum and coke and sat in a quiet booth, waiting for him to show.

Maybe twenty minutes later a handsome, red haired man walked into the bar. This was Cian, he looked so different to the awkward, chubby teenager she vaguely remembered from her leaving certs. He was quite muscular and filled his white, sleeveless shirt nicely. He was dressed smartly, apart from his boots which had been crusted with mud. Must be impossible to keep them clean, working on the uncles farm.

Niam waved, hoping this was actually him. He smiled, gestured to the bar and she nodded and shortly he brought over two drinks.

He sat down with her on the bench and smiled at her, passing a vodka and coke. "Sorry. I wasn't sure what you were drinking." He said, sipping a pint.

She smiled at him. "It was rum, but thanks." the two toasted.

They chatted about what they had been up to since school. Cian had been working on the farm since finishing his exams and had not really had time for anything else.

The conversation then led into weight loss. The topic their parents wanted them to bond over. Niamh stuck to her story about dieting and jogging, Cian told her quite a lengthy breakdown of his workout regime at his home gym and how he was always there when the farm work would let him. Niamh was impressed by this, but part of her dreaded the thought of him suddenly asking them to work out together. She could not let him find out how dreadfully unfit she was. Maybe she was thinking too deeply into it, but she had immediately developed a crush on him.

They carried on drinking through the night as the hours passed. They did not have much in common, living completely opposite lives, but they shared a slightly snarky sense of humour, which helped them bond in a pretty short amount of time, especially when the drinks kept coming.

After midnight It was closing time. Pretty tipsy, they took a taxi back to a new built house on the outskirts of the farms. Cian paid and jumped out, the two trudged to the door and let themselves in.

She hiccuped from the drinks and followed him in to a cosy, but surprisingly modern house and he led them to the sofa. She was down for Netflix and Chill tonight, it had been quite a while since her last date.

He put on a generic horror movie and poured her a glass of wine. She took a sip and started to unbutton his shirt, careful not to fall on top of him. She peeled back the fabric and rubbed her hands along his taut, smooth pecs, trying not to giggle like a horny schoolgirl.

He followed, he unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her head, she acted shy and pretended to cover herself with her arms, but she really did like the attention as he leaned over carefully to kiss her bare arms and stomach.

She blushed and felt herself flutter inside. Now getting excited, she unbuttoned his trousers and opened them up, lying back in the sofa with a little creak. She blew him a kiss. "Okay, you take me whenever you like."

He smiled and brushed the hair out of her face. "No, you should be on top."

She giggled. "No, you're on top." She poked him playfully in the chest, knowing full well she would squash him.

He shook his head. "Ah go on, it's so much better for the girl to be on top."

They leaned in for a kiss. "No, I like it when the man takes control."

He kissed her neck. "But I can get so much deeper when you're on top."

She started getting irritated. He was being too persistent. "Depth doesn't always matter, it's how you use it."

He shook his head. "Ah go on."

She sighed and gestured him away. This was killing the mood. She took another sip of wine. She silently looked him up and down. He was gorgeous as he sat in his boxers. Around his ankles, his trousers were still bunched. Then something clicked.

"Are ye still wearing your filthy boots in the house?"

Cian looked defensive. "Floor gets cold."

She sighed. "Take them off."

He shook his head and looked her up and down. "You have yours on."

"Mine are clean. Take yours off." She demanded.

"It's my house."

She sighed. "Look, what colour are they under the mud?"

He hesitated for a second. "Um. They're green."

She sighed, reached to the coffe table for some tissue and began wiping the boot polish off her trainers. "This colour of green?"

He watched and nodded sheepishly. "Yes."

The two looked each other in the eyes, both feeling shame and slightly guilty.

She sighed. "Okay, on the count of three, we take them off."

He looked pained and nodded.

"Three... two... ... one."

The two kicked their shoes off and rapidly expanded. Neither had taken their underwear off, which both painfully ripped as their two arses spread out over the sofa, which suddenly felt a little small. Their modesty was at least hidden by stomach rolls which fell onto their laps.

She looked him in the face, he was barely recognisable again with the double chin and chubby cheeks he probably thought exactly the same about her.

It took a while of each staring at the others real body for them to get used to it.

After a few moments, Niamh looked Cian in the eyes and sighed. "Okay, shall we order pizza and then try again later? This time, neither goes on top."

Cian nodded and smiled. "Sure. That'll be grand."

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