In the afternoon we visited Dufferin Terrace and strolled hand in hand along the wooden boards and looked down on the city. And then we had a beer in the Fairmont Le Château Frontenac.
He was so easy to talk to. I had been in his company on only three occasions, but I felt I had known him far longer. We walked and talked. To be fair, at first he talked more than I did, but I am a great listener, and when I did have something to say he paid attention. As the day progressed I found myself more and more relaxed and started to talk more and he started to listen more.
I told him about my parents’ divorce, and what it was like to be an identical twin, and my job as an archivist, and how I wanted to travel. He told me about his upbringing as a single child in Surrey. He had received his PhD in metallurgy seven years before and worked in the aerospace industry in Bristol in England prior to going to Montreal.
He asked me if I wanted children and I told him at least three. And he smilingly enquired why.
I told him it was because my sister had always told me that she didn’t want children and that I would have to have them for both of us and because we were genetically identical I could pass on her genes to future generations for her.
6
In the early evening I walked home and showered and changed for dinner and then made the short walk to his hotel where he had also changed into his glad-rags. This time I had borrowed a red gypsy skirt and embroidered white blouse and I knew I looked good.
“Oh! Wow!”
That evening we ate in a bistro. It was a simpler meal than the previous evening but no less enjoyable. We were drinking coffee when I could wait no longer.
“Matthew will you please take me to bed, “I softly murmured.
“Only if you’re ready.”
“Oh yes.”
Hand in hand we walked back to the hotel and took the elevator to his room. When he closed the door behind us he took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips and I kissed him hard back.
We kissed for long minutes and then I felt a man’s hardness against me for the first time. He slowly stripped me taking time to smother me with kisses as he did and then he removed his clothes. He was slim muscular and flat bellied.
When I was ready he slowly entered me, all the time looking enquiringly into my eyes to make sure he wasn’t hurting me. He needn’t have bothered. I was in heaven both physically and emotionally and being a virgin I had no idea how much better it was going to get. So Matthew showed me, and as he moved on me I squirmed and wriggled under him, until I cried out and climaxed, and shortly afterwards I felt him shudder and softly groan.
We slept and then a little later he showed me how I could sit astride him and ride him. In the morning before breakfast he introduced me to the delights of oral sex. Following this I was so hungry that I ate the equivalent of two breakfasts.
That morning we visited The Montmorency Water Falls and as we stood entranced by the spectacle Matthew turned to me and told me he loved me, and as he held me tight in his arms I told him I loved him too.
7
In the months after we married I learnt things that put everything into context. I had asked Anita how she been so sure that Matthew would be right for me. She had played matchmaker by arranging my meeting at the airport and I wondered if she hadn’t been worried he would break my heart if things hadn’t worked out.
She finally came clean and admitted that when she had run after him on the evening we all first met, and before they had exchanged telephone numbers, she had asked him if he had wanted company later. His reply had been,
“And what about your sister?”
She hadn’t felt guilty until later when she understood my feelings, but she had learnt that he was an honourable man and she had trusted him.
“And you have to take a chance occasionally Natalie”
Later I asked Matthew why he hadn’t told me my sister had propositioned him. He told me that it wasn’t important, and he hadn’t wanted to cause friction between my sister and me.
You are both identical on the outside but on the inside you are both very different. You make me whole and complete me in a way your sister never could. I knew that from the moment I met you. And sensing he was being too serious he smiled and added,
“And when I first saw you on the Funicular in your blue jeans you had the most perfect arse I had ever seen.”
And It wouldn’t have mattered if you sister hadn’t played her tricks because I would have phoned you within a day or two anyway. The day after I met you on the Funicular I went to the UK for three weeks on work and I only got back a few days before I met you in the airport. All the time I was In England I was thinking about you. I loved you from the moment I saw you.
It’s called “un coup de foudre,” isn’t it?