The Alexandra Series

Chapter Four-2

“I was scared.”

She laughed and reached for her glass of wine. Her full breasts moved beneath the camisole as she did and I couldn’t help but stare.

“Of course you were, that’s obvious. But why?” Her lips glistened with her vibrant red lipstick. Beckoning.

“Everything is happening so fast, so many changes in the way I’m thinking about myself. There’s so much to think about…and I’m not certain what I want. And tonight…” I stumbled on my words, “tonight it was there, the opportunity. It could have happened, really happened.”

“And what would have been so wrong with that?”

I shook my head. “I wasn’t ready, I knew I wasn’t…” I could have gone on, but my excuses would have fallen on deaf ears. She didn’t think the way I did.

“I think that a lot of what you dream about you’d really like to do.”

I wanted to answer her with an emphatic No! but I couldn’t because I knew she was right.

“I’m scared…” I replied, not knowing what else to say. Explanations seemed to pass through me, I couldn’t think…so aware of her body, her breasts and sumptuous thighs, and the bare p***y beneath her skirt that seemed to glisten when the light caught it just right.

“You know, Alex,” she said, “s*x is not all about raging fantasies. It’s about pleasure, one body to another.” She leaned forward, her eyes continuing to caress me with their lust. “It’s been so long for you, you don’t even know where to begin, do you?”

“No.” I shook my head. There were tears forming in my eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was cry, but that didn’t matter to Jane.

“Let me show you what I mean by pleasure.” She moved closer, and with her eyes still locked on mine, she reached out to touch my breasts. “Just relax, and feel.” She was so gentle, so soft, the feel of her hand touching me where only once, sometime long ago, an errant boyfriend’s hand had dared to venture – one errant boyfriend and a burly biker just an hour ago. That she was a woman made it seem odd to me, and yet the feelings were not odd at all; but natural and perfect. I tingled from the tips of my n*****s, which she lightly played with, to my throbbing p***y. With every breath my desire rose. She didn’t try to go any further, to reach beneath my t-shirt. Though I could see in her eyes that she wanted to.

“Touch me if you like,” she said, like a teacher to a student.

Reaching out, I hesitated. Another barrier in my mind dropping away. Those breasts, so beautifully encased in lace, lured me on. I shuddered as I felt the warm firmness of her flesh beneath my fingers.

I pulled my hand away, but she grabbed it back.

“It’s time you went beyond your fears. Enough of the drama.” I shuddered, realizing what she meant. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite.”

“No?”

“Well, actually I might.” Her tone had changed. She was serious, demanding, but ever so seductive. “You’re mine tonight. Don’t sweat this out. Just let me take charge.”

Something about that thought sent a wave of panic through me, but there was a desire behind it I could not ignore.

“Your skin’s so smooth and soft…” She gave my n****e a sharp tweak, smiling deviously, then backed off. “I’m going to have my way with you.”

I cringed, a little afraid and curiously exhilarated.

“Now the skirt,” she said. “Stand up and take it off, your panties, too.”

Again I hesitated, but it was only momentary. I was on my feet before I let the fear win, and the last of my clothes were tossed to the floor in a heap. I sat back down as soon as that was done, but Jane shook her head.

“Did I tell you to sit? You get back up so I can see you, all of you.”

I stood just a foot from her, trembling but eager, awash with emotions I didn’t understand, but I would not back away, and I wouldn’t run.

When she stroked my thigh her fingers were hot, my flesh seared by her touch and I gave up a tiny gasp. Her eyes gazed up into mine, hard with lust as if she were daring me to balk. I held my ground. “Good girl.”

I breathed deep.

“Now turn around,” she ordered, and as I did her hands played freely with my ass, kneading it, pulling the cheeks apart, even giving it a few firm smacks. I gasped, feeling dizzy, though I was painfully aroused.

“Now sit down,” she finally said, and I turned and fell back into the comfort of the pillows.

She continued to move on me, caressing me in earnest, tenderly but firmly, gently but without reservation. Her face leaned in to mine, her breath warming my cheeks.

“You are quite the little temptress, you know.” Her voice was deep and husky, her lips full and sensuous against my own. I kissed her back, with my tongue moving out to meet hers. She probed my mouth deeper then moved down my neck kissing and licking my skin until she was at my chest, where her mouth devoured my breasts. Taking my n*****s between her lips, she sucked them hard then she backed away and flicked them with her fingers, enough to make me gasp aloud. “A little pain would do you good.” I wasn’t so sure about that, but everything she did to me just added to my mounting arousal. She began to massage my belly and thighs then pushed her hand between my legs, parting them, slapping them lightly to emphasize her point. I spread them wide as she reached deep, her fingers discovering my wet p***y and sensitive clit.

“Oh my god!” I gushed, throwing my head back against the pillows. I could feel a climax rising swiftly – this was nothing like my routine masturbations, nothing like I’d ever felt before. I was at my s****l peak, cresting over that lovely edge, panting deeply. The orgasm came and went so quickly that I was disappointed it was over so quickly.

I glanced up to see Jane almost scowling at me.

“Oh, you’re not done yet,” she said, and she dove in for more. This time she worked me harder, slapping my breasts to start, waking up desires in me I never knew were there. She kissed me hard while striking my p***y with the palm of her hand, and then harder with each consecutive smack. “You like that, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

She gave my one exposed butt cheek a firm slap. “I didn’t hear you, slut! Tell me the truth.”

“Yes, yes, I like it. I love it!” I practically shouted.

“That’s better.”

Her lips and teeth went down on my n*****s and t**s, leaving marks where she bit and me gasping from the strangest feeling of pleasure. She moved to my s*x, opening my thighs wide and licking them with her skilled tongue. She licked my swollen bud, nibbled it, teased it and sucked it hard.

“OH Yes! Yes yes yes…” I clutched her hair in my hands. Then for a moment she playfully fingered my v****a, until I began to spasm. Moving in more forcefully, she thrust two fingers deep inside, then another and another until I thought she’d force her whole fist inside me. For a time her hand withdrew and she descended on my crotch with her mouth. Again, the s****l heat in me soared, and I thrust my cunt toward her face so she could devour me more. I was quickly rewarded as another, bigger, better and more brilliant orgasm shook my body hard.

“Oh, yes, my gawd, yes!” I trembled. I shuddered. I whimpered softly.

When at last I opened my eyes, I saw Jane smiling down at me from above, not sweetly, but with an evil look in her eye. As if a crude beast had risen to the surface, her own needs were demanding satisfaction. As she knelt beside the couch, she removed the chemise for my first close-up glimpse of her lovely breasts. She pinched her n*****s, then cupped the beautiful mounds in her hands and squeezed them hard. Her face was dreamy, her lips contorting into a grimace. She hurried on and began to tongue them, looking so deeply enthralled with her own desire that I thought she would get off without my doing a thing at all.

Suddenly she rose up on her knees and removed the skirt. I gasped seeing her body entirely naked. Her flesh was firm and supple, and her bronze skin shone in the dancing candlelight. I nearly gasped seeing the animal inside eyes. I felt the raw heat of her. She was like a tigress, feral and untamed. I smelled her crotch, her s*x, her lust and drew it into me, savoring the earthy perfume. But she was so lost within herself that she hardly knew I was there. The essence of her sexuality appeared before me and all I needed to do was watch and enjoy.

She began to sway like a lazy feline cat, then dropped to her hands and knees and began rubbing her body lewdly against the couch. She crawled catlike across the room. I could see the muscles of her steamy thighs undulate as she moved, the pouch of the s*x between her legs, her hot p***y seemed to swell as if it were grabbing its pleasure from the air. She moved about and backed into the edge of a chair, her bottom moving against it for some moments. Then she lowered her breasts to the rug, where her tender flesh sought out the toughness of the carpet to stimulate them. She made love to her body. Everything she touched aroused her. I sensed that my gaze was the catalyst that kept her moving toward the inevitable climax. I wanted to play with her, yet I held back in fear, afraid to interrupt.

As she taunted me with her blatant womanhood, she taught me pleasure I never dreamed possible. She began to finger herself in rhythmic movements—not hard and fast as I often needed, but gently. I could feel her climax building, slowly, determinedly, until with little effort she tripped the switch of her orgasm and her body went taut. Her voice lifted into the air with the sumptuous sounds of orgasm.

She left me speechless, having drawn me into her moment of glory, while I’d done nothing at all.

What a magnificent gift to see such pleasure so effortlessly exposed. I didn’t know what to do or say, or how to feel, or what to think. When her spasms finally subsided, she crawled to me, still cat-like, and laid her head on my chest.

“Oh, my dear Alex,” she whispered, her voice hushed and deep and resonant.

I realized then that I needed to say nothing. She made me believe that even though I hadn’t laid a hand on her, I’d been as much a part of her pleasure as she was of mine. For a long while, we remained on the couch like spent lovers enjoying the aftermath of good s*x.

“You’ve made this so satisfying,” she whispered at last.

“How do you mean?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“What a silly question. I could feel you with me.”

“But I didn’t touch you!”

“Oh, but you did,” she sighed, “with your eyes and your desire. You would have joined me soon enough. But that didn’t matter, not tonight.”

She was right. I wish I hadn’t held back, but nonetheless, we still made love. And for my part, it was as much as I could handle. I was beginning to feel the bliss she felt, beginning to understand what she meant by pleasure. s*x is more than just the motions, more than orgasm. She’d stripped herself wide open before my eyes. Never had I been part of anything so profound. Never had I given myself to another person as I did that night. I guess we had made love.

“Oh, Alex, I am going to miss you,” she said, sighing deeply.

What was that? “Miss me? Why miss me?”

She pulled herself away from me and sat on the floor as I reclined on the couch above.“I’ve been offered a theatre job in Florida. I’m leaving next week.”

I sat up stunned, feeling as if she’d slapped me in the face.

“I’m sorry it has to end this way, so quickly, just when we were getting to know each other.”

“This is ending? I can’t believe that,” I said in disbelief. “It’s so abrupt.”

“I know.” She looked at me kindly. As if that would make it all right.