Alpha – Chapter 2

She’s woman who knows what she wants

The Hidehout – Westwood, Century City – Later that night

Michael

If anyone had told me, earlier that morning, that I wouldn’t be going home alone that night, I wouldn’t have believed them at all. Even with a modicum of creativity and mental freedom, my days were all carefully planned to the tiniest detail – regardless of what I was doing. Every day, every night and pretty much every second of my time was accounted for.

But not that night. That, night, I broke free and man, did it feel liberating.

However, the very last thing I would have expected was to have this sexy girl plastered against the wall, inside my Hideout in Century City and right near the front door, because neither one of us could fathom even reaching the nearby couch.

Later… we would do that later. Right now, I’d have to kiss her some more. I just couldn’t help myself. Her taste was irresistible and addictive, and having her in my apartment was enough to make my head spin.

Lisa grabbed my face with both hands and her mouth found me once again, making me feel lightheaded and dizzy. And she hadn’t even touched me under the belt yet, nor I knew if it would even happen. Even if she stopped now, I would still be happy to spend some time with her. Although I hoped she would not stop at all…

Her fingers slid back, caressing my cheeks, then tangled in my hair, and I loved the sensation spreading through me. Like an electric shock, or maybe like a fever. A fire of some sort. This whole thing was rushed and lustful, no doubt, but there was also an element of tenderness in it that I couldn’t really pinpoint and that I hadn’t expected. All I knew was that I couldn’t get enough of getting to know Miss Presley up close and personal.

Man! How had we even reached this point?

Well… It had just happened, and I was pretty sure it hadn’t been anything that either of us had been planning at all. Even though, as the night progressed at the jazz club, I had begun to find myself more and more attracted to her.

It had been surprisingly easy.

She was beautiful, and witty. She didn’t seem impressed by me and was definitely smart, sarcastic, with a no-nonsense attitude and a sick sense of humor that I greatly appreciated. She treated me very normally, almost in a casual manner, as if I wasn’t that big of a shot and that, to me, was cool in some strange and unexpected way. And even though I could tell there were dark shadows looming over her, choking her somehow and holding her back – or maybe pushing her forward a bit recklessly – there was still a sweetness about Lisa, as well. So much so, in fact, that it was obvious why she needed to keep it hidden. I knew quite a bit about self-preservation and survival mechanisms myself. About self-defense.

Mentioning how I had met her years earlier, when her father was still around, had been the icebreaker – albeit not the most perfect one. She had walled up at first, and it was understandable, but after a few minutes she had relaxed. As if she had finally caught on to the fact that I wouldn’t be using that piece of intel against her and that it wasn’t my intention to hurt her. It was weird, and made me feel almost protective of her. But who was I kidding? A woman like Lisa Marie – strong, independent despite being so young – didn’t need no man watching her back.

And she certainly didn’t need any help finding guys who wanted to take her home and have sex with her.

I wasn’t that used to fleeting affairs or one-night stands with women I barely knew, but once again, in this case I was willing to take a step on the wild side. Not because I wanted to act like the typical superstar, but only because I truly liked how this chick made me feel.

It had started at some point during the night, while we were still at the club. She had asked me if I wanted to go outside with her for a moment, just to breathe some fresh air.

Once we were alone in the small backyard of the Essence, I had stared at her, noticing how the moonlight painted her skin in magical colors that made her look almost like an apparition.

“Are you gonna have a smoke now?”

“I am trying to quit, actually. Why, are you?”

“No, I don’t smoke. I never did.”

“Right… I guess that’s where all that stamina comes from.”

“What stamina?”

“I saw you in the news. Your shows seem to be a blast.”

“…Oh. Thanks.”

Weirdly enough, my tour was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment.

Silence had followed. But not the awkward silence strangers so often experience. It was comfortable and muffled. It had seemed to me that I could make out her features even better now that nobody else was around and I wasn’t too distracted by the music. Damn, Lisa was drop-dead gorgeous for real. Her face was just perfect. Those hooded eyes, that pretty nose, those luscious lips. She seemed to be glowing and I had stared at her. After a bit, our eyes had met. And we were still trapped in that bubble of silence.

I had caught the look in her eyes and, quite uncharacteristically given how shy I could be, I had pretty much guessed what she wanted. Probably because it was the same thing I wanted.

And so I had stepped closer to her and reached up, moving a strand of her long hair from her face. Touching her for the very first time, inhaling her scent. She smelled like flowers and vanilla. I had looked down at her intently, wanting to make sure that mine wouldn’t be a misstep. For just a fleeting moment something in her eyes had told me that she was vulnerable, and then Lisa had gone back to being the strong woman she had seemed to be since we had started talking at the bar.

I had leaned down and kissed her.

And she had kissed me back. Tentatively at first, and then more and more passionately. Before I even knew what was what, we were plastered against the wall, making out like teenagers. I had even coped a feel or two – and she had kind of mirrored my gestures, her hands running down my back, cupping my ass. At that point, I knew we were both tipsy, but I had also stopped caring. The only thing I wanted was to have a chance to kiss her some more – and possibly have her in a much more private setting than the backyard of a jazz club, with my security detail pretending not to be watching us from afar.

Finding the energy to speak while my lips were still attached to her neck had been a chore. I was also turned on like all get-out, which certainly didn’t help my rational side either.

“You want us to go to my place?”

The Hideout wasn’t too far away after all, and it had seemed such a perfect idea. Besides, I wasn’t really willing to go to any place that wasn’t mine. Trust was an issue.

“Yeah…” She had breathed out the word while her head was thrown back, keeping her eyes closed. All the while, she had reached around and grabbed my butt once again. “You got a car waiting? Let’s go right now…”

Of course I had a car waiting.

The drive to Century City had been torturous – to say the least. I didn’t want my security detail to witness a porn show and yet I couldn’t help but want Lisa close. Thankfully she was smart, and after a while she had pulled the courtesy curtain closed, granting us the modicum of privacy we needed. Even though, at that point, it was impossible that my guys hadn’t caught on.

Then she had sat in my lap and her mouth had found me again. Her thighs cradling mine felt amazing, and once again I had taken the chance to explore her body a little bit. She was lithe and solid, soft and smooth, and the mere idea of feeling her skin against mine had almost sent me into a frenzy. For the umpteenth time, I couldn’t help but notice how amazing she smelled. I allowed her to undo my tie a little more, and when she bit my neck I gasped. She had just managed to surprise me.

I loved being the one in control, when it came to sex. Yet, for a while I had been able to tolerate her obvious attempts at bossing me around. I could tell she was used to being the top dog with other men. Well, Miss Presley would soon find out that I didn’t roll that way. And she did the very minute I finally kicked the door to my apartment shut.

She grabbed me by the lapels of my jacket, pulling me close and I moved in unison with her – it was almost like a dance. I pushed her against the wall and she whimpered, and I stilled for one hot second. Had I hurt her? Had I been too gruff? Scanning her eyes, I noticed how glazed over they were. I was turned on, but so was she.

“You a’right…”

“Yeah… I’m fine…” Her breathing was labored, her tantalizing chest rose and fell rapidly. “Come here… Kiss me again…”

I was glad we were both on the same page.

This time, still holding my jacket she pushed it off my shoulders and I took it off as fast as I could. I didn’t even know where it went. It seemed to me that it just disappeared in the darkness surrounding us. Then I did the same with the leather jacket she was wearing over that red party dress that had caught my attention earlier that day, and I was thrilled when my fingers finally skimmed over the naked skin of her shoulders.

Lisa shuddered and her lips left me. Her breathing had become even more uneven, just like mine.

“Aren’t you gonna show me your place?”

What?

I blinked, and she smiled. It was a genuine, carefree smile. She touched my face with a tenderness I would have never expected in a situation like this. Once again, I saw what she hid beneath that tough girl facade. Warmth – of all the right kinds. I wanted to have her, but I also didn’t want her to think I didn’t care about her. That she was some object to me. A sex doll of sorts. Not because we were about to have some glorious love story, but simply because dragging her to my place just to pin her against the wall near the front door was probably not how I wanted her to remember this. Or me.

“You really wanna see it? My place, I mean…”

“Well… I think that maybe we need to cool off a bit…”

Yeah… that was also correct. Maybe we did.

With immense difficulty, I pushed myself off her beautiful body.

“Yeah… I think you’re right… I’m sorry…”

She kissed me again, quickly.

“Don’t be sorry. I admire men with self-control.”

Self-control? Man! This was harder than expected. This girl was full of mixed signals.

I took her hand.

“Okay, then… Come with me?”

I cleared my throat as I walked toward the kitchen. Maybe I needed some ice to cool off for a bit. Preferably in my underwear. While in fact, the only thing I needed was to either resume what Lisa and I were doing earlier, or at the very least put on some more comfortable pants.

“Can I get you anything? A drink, maybe?” Letting go of her hand, I entered the kitchen and walked straight to the fridge. I kept feeling her eyes on me. They burned my skin through the clothes. “Let me see what we got here…”

Behind my back, Lisa laughed softly.

“I think we already had plenty to drink for tonight… Both you and I.”

“What about some iced tea, then? Or water?” I took out a brand new bottle of San Pellegrino and grabbed two glasses, finally turning back to her. Smiling. “I know, not very original.”

She had sat down at the kitchen island and was still smirking.

“No, water sounds perfect.” She raked her fingers through her long, dark hair and kept looking at me. “And if you wanna know, it is original in a way.”

I laughed, a bit nervously. Yeah, I bet guys didn’t usually opt for water when they got such a stunning girl in their home. But I wasn’t like other guys.

“Yeah? How so?”

“Well, because I never really celebrated my birthday drinking water… So that would be a first.”

I stopped mid-track and looked at her.

“Oh! Are you for real?”

Lisa laughed again and blushed. So frigging cute!

“Yeah…”

“Well, I’ll be damned! Wow, alright. Happy birthday, then.”

“Thank you…”

I didn’t really know what else to say. It already seemed so weird that she was there with me, and even more so now that I could easily imagine her partying someplace else. Doing something else. With so many other people who no doubt would have been thrilled to spend time with her. And certainly not looking like she was about to spend the night with some stranger, drinking San Pellegrino. Was I some sort of birthday present? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

My inner voice told me to get off my high horse, regardless. This young woman was gorgeous enough to have any man she wanted. I wasn’t that special in my private life, it didn’t matter how big of a shot the world considered me. And maybe it didn’t even matter that she now looked as if she was interested in me. This was just something trivial that I would be able to forget about, tomorrow morning. This was just a night like any other. Or was it?

“How old are you now, then? Twenty-something…?”

“I just turned twenty-one. Although sometimes I feel like I’ve been here forever.” She paused. “You?”

“I’m thirty.”

“Well, you seem to enjoy life better than I do, that’s for sure.”

Really? I wasn’t so sure. And once again, I really didn’t know how I was supposed to respond to that. I was only glad we were drinking water now, even though Lisa seemed just the type of girl who did exactly what she wanted. And she was an adult, anyway.

I sat down across the kitchen island, on one of the stools and slowly pushed the glass in her direction. I knew I looked like a mess right now, with my tie crooked and half undone, my shirt crumpled and no longer tucked into my pants. I didn’t care, because I liked the way she stared at me. As if she truly liked me, regardless.

“I like your place.”

I laughed.

“You just saw the kitchen…”

She shrugged.

“And the hall. They look nice.”

I laughed.

“Right.”

“I’m surprised. I thought you owned an apartment in Encino…” Another shoulder-shrug. “Or so I’ve heard from my mom, at least.”

“Oh, you mean the Encino condo. No, that’s for my mother.”

Her eyebrows sprung up.

“Doesn’t your family live in Hayvenhurst? I mean, everyone knows that…”

I shifted in my seat.

“Yeah… But…” Should I tell her? Why did I feel I could tell this girl everything? “I wanted her to have a piece of property in case she decided to… you know… get away from my father… and stuff…”

We stared at each other for a moment as we both sipped our water. Lisa looked like she was assessing my words, and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head.

“Hey… Why don’t you come sit here next to me? This kitchen top is huge… and this is starting to feel like a job interview.”

She tilted her head. As if it had kind of unnerved her to have to make up an excuse to have me closer again. Well, I didn’t mind one bit! Taking my glass with me, I got up again and walked around the kitchen island, coming to sit right where she wanted me. We both turned our bodies toward each other as we drank slowly, our eyes never breaking eye contact. This whole thing was weird, but not in a bad way. Once again it was not uncomfortable at all, and that was what was most jarring to me. The quietness of this. The comfort this night seemed to carry.

We put our glasses down pretty much at the same time and she glanced around.

“Your apartment is really nice….”

“You already said that.”

“Well, I’m looking around just now!”

“Yeah… It’s messy,” I smiled. “Sorry about that. I didn’t think I’d have company tonight.”

“Tonight? Because you usually do?”

I narrowed my eyes. I recognized fishing for information when I saw it.

“No, actually.”

“Oh.”

That seemed to surprise her.

“What happened, then? What changed?”

I blinked, realizing I hadn’t really stopped to think about what was happening at all. I had just let it happen.

“I can’t say… Maybe you’re just different from anyone else. Maybe you made an impression on me.”

And it was the God’s honest truth.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

Lisa waited for a moment, then moved – in a quiet, smooth way that almost made her look like she was made of wind or something. Getting up slowly, she rested her hand on my knee while her other hand touched my cheek. Her face was very, very close to mine and once again I experienced that sensory overload. My gaze fell on her lips and I realized I was starving, that I was thirsty. And that no water could soothe any of the heat that I was feeling.

She too must have noticed, because she kissed me again – as if she was going through the same inner conflict. I guess it was no longer time for small talk.

Her fingers in my hair felt wonderful. Her lips were soft, warm, and her tongue slid inside my mouth before I could even realize it, sending an electric shot to the lower part of my body. If I had been able to chill out a bit after our little moment in the foyer, her actions now surely weren’t helping.

The kiss progressed, intensified, becoming bolder by the second. Her soft moan into my mouth made me even more sprung and something just went off in my brain. I held her by the waist, pulling her close – making her sit astride my legs. My hands began roaming over her back, needing to feel more of her. More of everything.

She took my hand and moved it to her breast and I sighed. This was fucking amazing. I fondled and caressed her and she moaned again, letting go of my mouth, her head falling back. Her exposed neck was a chant I couldn’t resist and I tasted it, my lips moving down, toward her collarbone as my hand slid under the thin fabric of her dress, finding a lacy bra, holding her small, perky breast in the palm of my hand.

Lisa’s pelvis began to undulate against me, finally getting in touch with what I knew I could no longer hide. I was about to burst through my pants and the contact with her scorching hot center did a number on me. And her, too. My free hand moved lower, finding that perfect ass, and I pulled her closer to me. Wanting her to feel what she did to me. Knowing that it was still not enough.

Her eyes met mine. She was panting once again and her aqua irises seemed to be sparkling in the dimly lit kitchen. Her hands were on my neck, and I could precisely feel the contact between her fingertips and my skin.

“You’re turned on…”

Yeah. Yeah, I was. Rock-hard for sure.

“Yeah… I am. I want you something bad, girl.”

And I didn’t think some heavy-ass petting would suffice, at this point. I seriously hoped she didn’t want to stop this thing right here and then, even though, of course, I would have accepted it.

Still staring at me with those glazed-over bedroom eyes, she moved her hand down, from my neck to my chest, my stomach, and finally my groin. I swallowed and, when her fingers squeezed me gently but firmly through my pants, I had to close my eyes for a second. Given the circumstances, I forced myself to keep my mind as clear as possible. I had to know how she truly felt about this before things progressed any further. I didn’t want her to regret anything tomorrow.

“Do you want me… ah… to stop?”

Her hand began massaging me and her lips touched my forehead. She sighed, ever so slightly, her body adhering to mine.

“No… I want you to continue…”

Lisa

I was being reckless, and I knew it. After all, I barely knew Michael. And the best part was that I didn’t give a damn. I wanted this man, I wanted him to fuck me and I was glad to be in his apartment, instead of that jazz club. Which was cool and all, but not as cool as being with him with a bed close-by.

And not because of who he was, mind you. I couldn’t care less about that either. Whether I liked it or not, I was used to stardom because I had been exposed to it since birth, without having asked for it. It wasn’t something I wanted. I wasn’t fond of it one bit – stardom had taken my dad away from me – and there was a part of me who would have preferred that Michael was just Joe the Plumber down the street. Just to get some sort of normalcy out of this.

On the other hand, it wasn’t a bad thing that he was so darn famous. At the very least, I could be sure he would quickly move on from this encounter once it was over, just like I would. There wouldn’t be any awkward follow-up or emotional attachment, which was good. In fact, Mr. Jackson would be gone tomorrow and certainly couldn’t want anything from someone like me. Except maybe for my body.

Well… Given the state he was in at the moment, I was pretty sure he was at the very least more than willing to give me the pounding of a lifetime, but I still hadn’t figured him out entirely. There was just something so mysterious about him – something I couldn’t really put my finger on. He seemed to be an enigma of some sort. He was sweet and reserved and looked like the kind of guy who truly cared about others, but there was also a passionate, bold, confident side about him. I had felt it in the way he had kissed me, touched me. I had felt it when his hand had closed on my breast. This man knew how to handle a woman and there was something so intoxicating about the way he would look at me. As if this meant something to him. As if I meant something to him. Even though I knew that was a risky wish – and something I should not have wished at all.

However, what had really sealed the deal for me had been his thoughtfulness. I could feel he was hard, obviously turned on just like I was, and yet he had asked me if I wanted him to stop. It had been sweet, endearing, especially because I felt he would have done just that, had I told him that I wasn’t sure things should progress.

Ultimately, Michael making me feel safe had been more seductive than he could ever imagine.

And no, I didn’t want him to stop at all. In fact, I wanted all he had to give. Which was probably quite a lot, if I had to trust the tactile experience I had been enjoying for the past few seconds.

However, when I told him he could continue, it was like something clicked in his mind. He kissed me again and I could tell he was no longer holding back. Both his hands cupped my ass and pulled me into him, making me feel every inch of his arousal. His kisses, too, became more dominant, hotter. And damn, did that make an impression on me in so many different ways.

His body was nice, too, lean and muscular, strong. There was nothing weak about Michael, that much I could already say. And when he lifted me from his legs and sat me down on the kitchen island, I wasn’t even surprised that he had to put in zero physical effort while doing it.

He spun on his stool a little, facing me, and our eyes met again. I sat up and framed his face with both hands, kissing him again, hard. Wordlessly urging him on. He reacted by gently opening my legs and I felt heat spreading down my belly to the place where I knew I wanted him.

“Lean back…”

I complied.

“Yeah, just like that… Good girl…”

Those words did something to me. All of a sudden and completely out of the blue, I realized how truly assertive this man was. Behind and despite that gentle facade, behind and despite that velvety voice and gentlemanly behavior. Not only could I feel that this night would be different from everything I had experienced up until that point in my life, but also that I didn’t need to be in charge for once.

And it was just so fucking relieving.

Up until that point, I had always met men who were either super-creepy or just very eager to be dominated by me. Let alone the guys my age who acted like assholes all the time. The point was that I didn’t mind wearing pants in my everyday life – in fact, I craved that type of control – but to me, sex was another animal entirely. If being the one in charge gave me the luxury of controlling the situation and laying out the law when it came to my fleeting affairs or relationships, it was also fucking exhausting. To have to be mindful and careful about everything and everyone, all the time. To have to be constantly on edge, mistrustful. To never really feel like I could relax because I was way too busy watching my back.

Well, maybe… maybe this thing would be different. If only for one night, perhaps I could experience something different and let myself go, for once. I knew how much I needed to lose control and not freak out about it afterward.

As we kept kissing, Michael slowly pulled the top part of my dress down. I mirrored his actions,  unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders until he took it off. And then, finally, getting him off his t-shirt too. I needed to feel his skin and I realized how attracted I was to him. He was sexy, effortlessly handsome, and I wasn’t even sure he knew it.

He removed my bra and glanced up at me, then down at my exposed breasts. Once again he swallowed and I became entranced by the movement of his Adam’s apple, his lips. And by his eyes. They were like nothing else I had ever seen. Dark and deep and soulful, almost like portholes to another universe. I felt goosebumps all over my skin and I pulled his head to me. His mouth closed on my nipple and I moaned out loud without even realizing it.

Some part of myself slipped away from me and I kept his head close to my chest as he switched from one breast to the other, my lips on the top of his head as I breathed in and out hard, trying to keep some form of control over my body. As I kissed his hair again and again. He smelled amazing. I usually wasn’t this tender with men I barely knew, but with him I just could not help it. Whatever was going on was the perfect concoction of passion and soul-shattering gentleness.

I scraped his naked back ever so slightly, then caressed his shoulders, enjoying the play of his muscles underneath my fingertips. I loved the feeling of his skin and even more so I loved how in tune we seemed to be. It was unusual, for sure. Usually, one-night stands weren’t the epitome of synchronism or connection. They would feel odd and a bit uncomfortable – and in some cases, they were downright atrocious. But not this. At that point of the night, I would probably have already let this man do whatever he wanted to me – and we hadn’t even really gotten into it yet!

Almost on cue, Michael moved. His lips remained attached to my breasts, kissing and nibbling, sending little electric aftershocks through me, while his hands began caressing my legs, from my calves up to my knees and thighs. Then, in one smooth motion, he reached underneath my dress and hooked his fingers into the thin lace of my underwear, starting to pull it down my legs. Once again he looked up at me. His touch was calm and velvety, but also confident.

“Is that OK?”

I stared at him for a second, trying to understand if I had misread his intentions. Nope. There was no shyness in the way he was looking at me. It was a weird mixture of lust, thoughtfulness and tenderness. Was he really making sure that I was fine with what was happening? Did he care about my feelings that much? My breathing was labored when I found my voice.

“Yeah…”

Still watching me, he slowly pulled my panties down, and let them slid down my thighs. He stopped, removed my boots, caressed my calves and moved up again. His fingers grasping the lacy material and having it resume its descent. I stayed quiet as he undressed me without any apparent hurry, and when my underwear was off, I automatically opened my legs.

Michael took my feet and placed them at the table’s edge, still caressing me, watching me. I was leaning back on my elbows and I pulled my dress up. It was weird how devoid of any embarrassment I felt. I didn’t mind him seeing me naked. In fact, I wanted it.

His eyes moved and stared at me. He glanced up again one last time and I knew what he was about to do. I would have never let another man have me that way – not on the first night, at least – but I didn’t stop him. I wanted what was happening. I leaned back again and, when his mouth finally found me, I threw my head back and moaned.

God damn it. He was good…

He took me slowly, carefully, enjoying every second and I could tell he was into it just as much as I was. He got me on the verge of my climax before I could even realize it.

Let it go, I told myself. Enjoy this as much as you can.

And so I did – and I made sure that Michael knew I was coming. He had to be aware of the effect he had on me – at least when it came to sex. Thankfully, my heart was still very much guarded.

He didn’t let up and, in fact, managed to multiply my pleasure tenfold, leaving me breathless. And even more turned on than I had been until that moment.

Sitting up again, I grabbed his head and kissed him hard, tasting myself on his tongue, loving how he, too, was breathless and high on this. I caressed his face, felt his night stubble scrape the palms of my hands, smelled the delicious scent of his cologne. Glancing down, I noticed the tent in his pants. The multi-sensory experience made my head spin and I pushed him back, sitting in his lap again, undulating against him. Needing him inside – desperately.

I began messing with his belt as we kept kissing but, before I could finally free what I had been dying to see and touch for some time now, he picked me up and got up from the stool.

“Let’s go…”

Holding onto his shoulders, I kissed his neck. My head was buzzing.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I want you in my bed.”

Michael

Damn, damn, damn!

This was seriously way more than I had ever expected – or bargained for. This girl was just something else and every single inch of her body was something I wanted to have access to. I couldn’t even tell why I had decided to go down on her. Just like that, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As if we were emotionally close… or something. It was weird, ‘cause that stuff certainly was not something I did the first time I fucked a woman.

To some extent, I had to trust the lady. But in this case, I just went with the flow – as if I couldn’t avoid it. It had been primal, almost necessary. Almost unavoidable and beyond my control. I had needed to taste her, mark her, seduce her – and most of all, give her pleasure. I had to make sure this night was special for her, just like it was for me.

I had loved every second of that intimate contact and having her come that way had made me want to speed up the process. Take her to bed and truly take care of her properly. I was supposed to leave and fly over to New York for business the next day, but right now I couldn’t care less about any of that. I wanted to love this girl right all night long before putting this thing into the archive of my memories.

Holding her in my arms, I walked straight to my bedroom and kicked the door open. Lisa and I were still kissing and I loved the feeling of her hands on the naked skin of my torso. Her fingernails scraping my back and shoulders. She didn’t even seem bothered by my skin condition, but maybe it was just because the lights were down.

I glanced around briefly and noticed that my bedroom was a damn mess. Books and documents were scattered on the bed, together with some knick-knacks I couldn’t even make out in the semi-darkness.

I left her lips with immense difficulty.

“Wait…”

“Am I heavy?” She had begun kissing my neck. Her teeth on my skin made me see stars.

“Nah, you’re as light as a feather… but I gotta do something first…”

I put her down and turned my back to her, grabbing the duvet and using it to pack up everything that was amassed on the bed. Finally, I pushed the stupid mess onto the floor – on my side of the bed.

I heard her giggle and I smirked to myself.

“All good now? You cool?”

“Yeah, I think so…” I inspected my work for a moment. “Just try not to step on it. I’m not sure what I forgot on that bed.”

Then I felt her small, warm hand on the small of my back.

“Well, that depends…”

I finally turned to look at her. She was still smiling slightly and her hooded eyes were pure seduction.

“Depends on what?”

“On you giving me any reasons to leave the bed at all… Until you clean up your mess, of course…”

I took a deep breath and focused on her again. My mind kinda drew a blank at that point. It was no longer time for trivial stuff.

Reaching up, I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers.

“I’ll try not to, then…”

Lisa pulled my head down to her again and we kissed. Then her hands moved. Down my chest, to my sides and finally to my hips. I didn’t break the kiss. I just let her do what she wanted to do. Her fingers closed in on the front of my pants, where she had already undone my belt. She popped the button open and pulled the zipper down. I had no intention of stopping her at all.

So I watched her hand dip into my briefs. Swallowing, I waited and did nothing. She had to know she could push on the brakes at any moment, if she was so inclined.

But she didn’t. In fact, her warm fingers closed around me and she breathed out ever so slowly. Yeah. Despite my introverted personality, I was pretty sure my current state would make it clear how I felt about this. About her.

Her free hand pushed my pants down and she finally freed me from my underwear. She stared at me and I stared at her staring at me. Her other hand still on me. Trying hard to control myself because I wanted this to last.

After a while, she looked up and our eyes met. Her fingers squeezed me a little tighter. Just a perfect touch.

She began stroking me slowly – once again, perfectly – and I finally reached around, doing what I had been wanting to do for quite some time. I unzipped her dress and let it slide to the floor. Her naked body presented itself to me in all its glory and it was more gorgeous than I had imagined during my tactile experience. Lithe and sinuous, with perfect legs, toned arms, a torso that was calling out to me to be kissed. And that V between her legs, just waiting to be worshiped.

Lisa was tanned – as if she had been on vacation somewhere hot and sunny just recently. And I was pretty sure she loved to sunbathe naked, or about naked, ‘cause I sure couldn’t see anything but smooth, tanned skin.

Her beautiful body was illuminated by the blueish light coming from the French doors. Outside, it had started to rain but the temperature in my apartment was warm, welcoming.

“You’re beautiful, Lisa. You really are.”

She stared at me, not letting go of me, then smiled. And so I kissed her.