Message-ID: <21437asstr$943351800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Nobby Nobbs" Subject: {ASSM} *NEW*{NobbyNobbs}"Phone Talk"[1/7] (MF, rom, slow) Lines: 217 X-Original-Message-ID: <81dide$8gv$2@nclient15-gui.server.virgin.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 23 Nov 1999 08:14:38 GMT Date: Tue, 23 Nov 1999 05:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw I started this story ages ago, and was waiting until all 7 chapters were finished before posting, but I've changed my mind, and would like some feedback to decide whether I should continue. Any and all criticisms accepted. Revision 1.0 Original posted in Comments can be sent to nobby.nobbs@virgin.net **Disclaimer This story is of an adult nature, and is intended for people over the age of 18 (in the UK at least). If you are not old enough to read this in your country, then don't. It as simple as that. Same goes for people who are offended by this type of material. No-one if forcing you to read it, if you don't like it, don't read it. **Special note I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American images that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get confused from time to time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!! The name Nobby Nobbs comes from the Discworld(R) series of books by Terry Prachett. <-------------------------------------------------------------------> Phone Talk [1/7] by Nobby Nobbs © Copyright 1998 Nobby Nobbs Chapter 1 ----------- John sat at his computer in his room, playing a soccer management game, when the phone rang. It was answered by his sister, Donna. "John!!" Donna shouted up the stairs, "It's for you." John wheeled his chair over to the phone in the far corner of his room, and picked up the receiver. "Hi, this is Johnny." "Hi Johnny." said a familiar voice on the other end. It wasn't the voice he was expecting though. This was a voice from his past. He searched desperately for who it was, and when he realized, he was a little shocked. "H.. Hi." he stammered, "It's a little surprising to hear from you." "I know. I've been meaning to phone you for a couple of months, but just didn't have the guts. Then I figured, 'what the hell.' and just picked up and dialed you." The voice was that of Johns ex-girlfriend, Rachel. ******************** John and Rachel met 5 years ago at University. They lived in the same hall of residence during their first year, and then in each others' pocket during the following two years. Both had been ready to commit to each other, so much so that they moved in together in Rachel's home town after graduation. Then there was an acrimonious break up just a few months later. It had been brewing for a while and neither could now remember exactlly what it was that started it. Johnny moved back in with his parents after the split. The couple kept in touch for a short time, by mail, but John had given up after not getting a reply from his last letter, which he written just over 6 months ago. The last John knew, Rachel had a new boyfriend, and they were living together. John also had a new girlfriend, who he had been seeing for nine months. ******************** "How are you?" asked John, it seemed like the right thing to say. "I'm fine. I've got me a job, at the hospital." "Great, doing what?" "I'm analyzing blood samples, stuff like like. Hematology they call it." "Oh, that's want you wanted to do if I remember." "Nearly. In a few years I might have the chance to move to genetic analysis. But for now this is fine." "Well I'm pleased for you." John meant it. Despite how unceremonious the break up had been, he still cared for Rachel. He was happy that she was doing something she enjoyed. "What about you?" asked Rachel. "Well," said John, "I lost my job a couple of months ago. Down-sizing. The policy was last in, first out." "I'm so sorry. Having any luck finding another." "Not yet. I've applied all over the place, but it seems that there's always someone more experienced, or cheaper." "My god. What are you gonna do?" "Keep applying. That's all I can do at the moment. There's a course they run at a drop in center in town to do with starting your own business. I thought I might go and take that." "What sort of business?" "Not sure yet. I've got a couple of ideas, nothing concrete you know. I figure on taking the course and that might help me decide which one of my ideas is most likely to work." "I wish you luck, I really do." "Thanks." John gave a sigh, "It's great to hear from you. I can't tell you how much." "I know. I've been meaning to call ever since I got your last letter. It's just really hard after so long." "I know. I'm nervous now. My heart is pumping so fast it feels like it's going to break out of my chest." ******************** John thought back to why the couple had broken up. He remembered that they had been getting at each other for a while, probably because of work pressures. One night they had a blazing row over something John couldn't remember and Rachel moved back in with her parents, leaving John on his own in an expensive flat. They saw each other off and on, but John mostly went out with his new friends from work. One drunken night John had gone to one of the night clubs along the sea front with his pals from work. He drunk an unbelievable amount of lager and at the end of the night found himself in the arms of one of the women from his firm's offices. They kissed and caressed, but nothing more serious. Still John felt incredibly guilty, and so the next night he arranged to meet Rachel for a drink and confessed everything. She was not pleased, but forgave him. Then she confessed a secret of her own. She had been seeing someone else since moving back in with her parents. It wasn't anything serious, but John wasn't going to like who this other man was. She told him it was Robbie, supposedly John's best friend from university. She swore it had only been going on for a couple of weeks, never while they were at university, but John was devastated and the couple ended up having another row. Feeling guilty about the fight, John called Rachel the next night, only to find out that Robbie was there. In a fit of jealously, John called the girl from the office that he had been kissing two nights previously. >From then on John and Rachel saw very little of each other. His new relationship didn't last very long, only a few weeks. About a year after the break up with Rachel, John found a job in his home town, and moved back in with his parents. ******************** At that point in the conversation there was an awkward silence. It was broken by a giggle from Rachel. "It's silly really isn't? Why should we both be nervous about talking to each other." "I know. We knew each other better than anyone else. We got on so well together, we shouldn't be nervous. I guess it's because it's been so long." replied John. "And when we do talk, it's just small talk. We'll be talking about the weather next." "So is it sunny by you, or is it raining?" "It's pissing down actually." Both of them knew that they were avoiding the one topic that they really wanted to discuss. Robbie. "Are you still with that girl?" asked Rachel. "Susan? Yeah. It's been nine months now." "Is it serious?" "Not really. We're both just glad of the company. And the sex." "She's lucky. You were always good at sex." "Thanks. You weren't so bad yourself." "I miss you." It came out of nowhere. Rachel was even surprised herself that she had said it. John wasn't sure how to respond. He missed Rachel too, but he'd assumed that since she hadn't written back to him, she didn't feel the same. To find out now that she did was yet another shock. "You mean that?" he asked. "Yeah. I've been thinking about you a lot recently. I miss having you around." "I've missed you since we split. I'd hoped you felt the same, but didn't think you did. I figured that since you were with, you know, him, that you were happy." "Not really. I was happiest with you. It's so good to hear your voice, that's one of the things I've missed. And your touch, your face, your body next to me. Nobody ever touched me like you used to." "Not even," John paused, "Robbie" The word left a bad taste in his mouth. "No, he tried hard bless him, but he could never replace you." "So, you two aren't together any more?" "No, he got a place on a doctorate in London. We haven't seen each other for about three months." "I'm sorry to hear that." John lied. "No your not. I know the idea of Robbie and me freaked you out." "No, I mean it. All I ever wanted was to make you happy. If Robbie made you happy, then it pleased me." "You always knew to say the right things. But I still don't belive you." With the subject of Robbie out of the way, they talked more freely, and began to relax. They talked about mutual freinds from University, about politics, always a popular subject since they shared the same views. They disscused family, and Rachels sisters new baby. They even talked about their once active sex life. Racheal and John had once had a very healthly sex life. Both had an insassable appitie for it, and enjoyed each other almost every night. Their friends would take the mikey out of them because of it, but were secreatly jelous. John had often worried that the whole relationship was based on sex, but then something would happen, or Rachel would say something, and it reminded him that they were also best friends. They talked for nearly three-quaters of an hour, then Rachel eventually said that she really should go, otherwise the phone bill would be enormous. "Will you phone me soon?" she asked. "If I can pluck up the courage, then yes I will." "You can write to me as well. You always wrote such lovley letters." "And you were always awful at replies." "I know. I'm better on the phone." "I miss you. I don't think I realised how much until now." said John. "I always knew how much I missed you." she replied, "I just couldn't do anything about it." "I wish I could see you again. I'd love to see you again." "Me too. But it's not very practical is it." "No, not really. We're too far apart. It would be nice though." he said. "I really should go. My mom wants the phone." "Ok. I'll phone soon," he said, "I promise." He hung up the phone, but spent the best part of the rest of the night thinking about the past. About how it used to be. He wished they hadn't split up, but he knew it was impossible to change the past. At one time he had considered Rachel to be his soul-mate, his destiny was to be with her. Funny how things can change. <-------------------------------------------------------------------> **Copyright Notice This work is Copyright 1998 Mark G. Everitt. You may keep a copy in a personal archive, electronic or otherwise, as long as it is for personal use only (Personal being you and friends/family/partner, but not the general public). Feel free to repost in the newsgroup you found it or any other appropriate newsgroup, but I would appreciate an e-mail telling me you have reposted :-> This story should not, under any circumstances be used to make a profit by anyone other than the author and copyright holder. This story may or may not be based on actual events, real or otherwise. The names of the people and places involved may or may not have been changed to protect the innocent and/or guilty. It may or may not be based on material that the author has or has not read, seen, or otherwise experienced, in the past, present and/or future. Any similarity between actual people and/or places, real or otherwise, is probably coincidental, but on the other hand.... ---------------------------------------------------- Until an unfortunate axe incident, Gloria had been captain of the school basketball team. -- (Terry Pratchett, Soul Music) ---------------------------------------------------- nobby.nobbs@virgin.net http://members.tripod.com/~e_space/index2.html -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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