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Fate at First Sight

By: Cassandra_Monet



Hello All, 

This is the first chapter in an erotic novella I began. This is my first one, but something I have been wanting to do for some time. 

I welcome your positive feedback and advise. 

Thank you for your consideration. 

Kisses... 

Cassandra 

***** 

The young, professional Alyssandra can have any man she wants. Working as a graphic artist gets her plenty of attention from coworkers and clients. But after glimpsing a man she never meet before, her mind, heart and feelings are suddenly consumed with him. Having felt with the same feelings before in the past only adds to her dilemma. Although she seeks a way to divert her feelings, her unexplainable desire remains. Worse, the same circumstances that prevent her from displaying any interest also keep bringing them together. 

-1- 

Alyssandra stared at him as she always did when he was there. He siting alone or talking it up with one of the other account managers; she usually walking through the waiting area, or at her desk, catching a rare glimpse of him as he passed by in the hall. And as usual, part of her wanted to go over to him, ask him how's he doing, how was his day, favorite color and all the other petty questions one asks to get to know someone else. The small talk before the bigger questions like... 

Like what? She wondered. What do I want? 

"You think this will work?" 

She turned towards the man sitting on the other side of the round table there in the waiting area, breaking her silent, yearnful vigil. She drew in a breath and smiled. 

"Yes, I do Mr. Briggs," she said. Back to business. "The internet is a very competitive place, and our job here is to make sure you and your company stand out." 

The older, well dressed man let out a slight laugh. "Didn't have all that stuff when I was young. Glad to see someone can explain it all to me!" 

Alyssandra smiled. She then noticed his, one stretched upon a wrinkled face beneath a receding hairline. She looked back down at her computer tablet. 

"We here are happy to answer any question you may have Mr. Briggs—" 

"Perhaps you can answer some of them, as well as giving me your ideas. Perhaps over lunch?" 

She looked at him, keeping up her smile. Earlier, she noticed him eyeing her ringless hand and asking judicious questions about being attached. "That's very generous of you Mr. Briggs—" 

"Henry. Please. Call me Henry." 

"Of course, Henry. But I must politely decline for now. In the future perhaps, when my coworkers and I have more to present you we can do so over lunch." Not a total lie, she knew, but would at least blow him off for today. 

Henry smiled back. "I look forward to it." 

Alyssandra stood, speaking as she extended her hand. "I will keep in touch and let you know our progress. But we should have a site all set up for you by next week." 

The two shook hands. While doing so Henry took in her looks from head to toe: her long, straight highlighted hair, youthful oval face with green eyes, modest B-size breast, the cleavage of which attenuated by the red shirt she wore under the jacket of her pantsuit, catching his eye more than once during their conversations. 

She collected her thin computer table and strode away. 

Passing through the waiting area, she felt Henry's eyes on her butt, as well as some other of the men milling around also eyeing her figure. But she did not return their visual salutations. She was used to it. The slight bulge on her stomach and few extra pounds upon her slender body did not dissuade men from admiring her beauty. 

In a nonchalant way, she jerked her head to the side, raising her hand, pulling back her hair behind her ear, glancing at the one man, his back now towards her. 

He did not turn. The cell phone in his hand currently occupying his attention. 

She wanted to stop, part of her wanting to casually ask if he was being helped, to hear his voice, get a good look into his eyes, let him get a good look at her. But she kept moving. 

Better just keep my mouth shut, she mused. Besides, she had to get back to her office. And it was a good excuse as any to justify her cowardice. 

After a a short elevator ride to the fourth floor, Alyssandra made he way down the hall towards her office. The mid-sized internet hosting company occupied this and the floor below. Here the techs and graphic designers preferred offices with wide, clear windows, not ones tucked behind walls and solid wood doors, the accommodations and furniture reflecting their youthful outlook on life. Heading towards one such modern office, she stepped into the doorway. 

"Did you get those graphic ideas I shot you for the Briggs account, Billy?" she asked the young, pot marked faced man seated alone behind his desk and surrounded by three large, flat screen monitors. 

The man looked up. "Sure did. Was gonna get to them once I finished up that one on-line gaming account." 

"Great. Thanks," she said then turned. 

"Nice outfit by the way Alyss," Billy said. 

She turned back and smiled. 

"Oh! Hey!" Billy shouted out. "Ran into Russell last night. Said he might stop by today." 

Oh shit, Alyss thought, but did not say. Instead, she smiled. "Great. Well if I miss him tell him I said hi." 

With that she headed to her office. No sooner had she walked in when Regina came in behind her. 

"Hey, Alyss. Great news!" she said. Alyss turned her head, but kept moving towards her desk. 

"And that is?" she asked, setting her tablet next to the keyboard. 

"I think I bagged that Imperial account!" 

Alyss began removing her jacket noticing the pride and excitement springing from Regina's face. 

Wasn't that his account, she wondered. That's why he's here again today, waiting downstairs. 

"Great to hear that Regina," Alyss said, attempting to show some enthusiasm. She then sat down and brought up some e-mail. 

Regina took a step towards her. "I must have really impressed that James guy!" 

"James?" Was that his name, Alyss wondered. 

"Kayden James, Imperial Books." 

"Ah, yes. I remember now." Alyss did not look at Regina as she spoke. Instead, she began scrolling through e-mails. 

Kayden... Kayden... She let his name to ring through her head, paying no attention to the messages upon her screen. The name sound so... God... sexy... 

She tried to control her thoughts, trying to concentrate on answering these messages, but her body betrayed her. A sweet, warm, tingling feeling arose just below her belly button. She scooted her chair closer to the desk, crossed her now hidden legs and gently rubbed her thighs together. 

"Of course, he hasn't made the final commitment," Regina continued, placing her hands on her hips, giving them a slight wiggle. "but I worked it a little, you know. So I think he's gonna bite." 

Alyss looked up and saw a subtle, seductive smile on her face. She then glanced at Regina's toned legs, both reaching out from under a short blue skirt and still holding the tan she got last week. 

Why can't I get legs like that. If I did wear a mini skirt too, then maybe that Kayden guy would at least check me out, Alyss wondered then turned back to her computer. 

Regina continued. "But I'll chalk it up to my bubbling personality and brains." 

"That's the spirit! No sense working it and find out he's attached." 

Regina became confused. "I... I don't know if he's married or not. I mean, I could find out—" 

"No!" Alyss shot back, staring wide eyed at Regina. The thoughts in her mind had unconsciously made their way to her mouth. "Ah, what I mean is..." 

What the hell do I mean, she thought, sitting there with her mouth open, thinking of something to say. 

Regina stood there awaiting an answer. She decided to speak first. "Don't tell me you don't show a little flesh and flirt a bit to close the deal, whether or not he —or she— is taken." 

"Well..." Alyss stopped and looked down at the floor. That's exactly what she did, subtly of course, to that Briggs guy. So guilty as charged. But having lunch with him might have led him to believe she would sleep with him. 

The sound of voices from down the hall drew the attention of the ladies. Regina stepped out and looked. Turning back in she smiled. 

"Russell's here," she said. 

Alyss just smiled. She wanted a distraction, just not in the form of Russell. 

Regina backed out of the office. 

"We'll catch up later," she said. "Besides, I know this is his next stop." 

Alyss saw the mischievous smile on her face, followed by a wink. As soon as Regina left, she stood and grabbed her jacket. 

I can answer some of those e-mails on my tablet across the street at the coffee shop, she said to herself, preparing for a hasty departure. Then start working on the Briggs account. Russ should be gone by— 

She looked up. Russell stood in the doorway. Standing a whole head taller than her, his clean shaven, square jawed face stared at her with a smile full of white teeth. 

"Great timing on my part. Almost missed you," he said, his voice clear and controlled. The two piece suit and snow white, wrinkles dress shirt fit him perfectly. 

"Oh hell... O. Hey, Russ!" Her feigned smile appeared to fool him. 

Russell stepped into her office, blocking her in. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" 

"Ah..." she looked back at her desktop. "I was about to clean up some of these messages and e-mails. Then start working on a new account I just got. So," she put on a frown, "yeah, kind a busy right now." 

Russell smiled, unaware of her deception. He glanced down at the tight, red short shelve, collared shirt hugging her upper body. The buttons opened up in a way to show off enough of her flawless chest to catch the attention of any man. That, plus the straps and cups of the orange bra she had on peek out from behind her shirt, tantalizing him even more. Wondering if she liked to accessorize and wear corresponding, fashionable undies, he imagined matching orange thongs wrapped perfectly around her hips. He felt a sudden pulse rush up within him. 

"I understand. I know you are a hard working woman," he said, wanting to leave before his mild arousal became more noticeable. 

Alyss sat back down. "Thanks, Russ. We all are here." 

"I'll catch you later then," he said, backing out of the small office. He saw her glance up at him and smile. 

"Yeah. We'll do that," she said. 

Her fake smile disappeared the moment he went out of view. 

She turned towards the monitor, once again moving her chair closer, then rested her elbows upon the desktop. 

The unanswered e-mails upon the screen stared back at her. Then there was the Briggs account to start working on. But these seemed trivial. Her head, and feelings, were elsewhere. 

Kayden... Kayden... 

That pleasant sensation came up again. And again, she crossed her legs, massaging her thighs together. Without thought, she reached under the desk with her hand, resting it first on her leg, then moved it slowly towards her inner legs. 

She stopped, bringing her hand back onto the desktop. 

God! Not here. I need to stop thinking about him. I just need... need to get home tonight... grab a towel and my toy and get this out of my system. 

I don't want to go through this again...

Fate at First Sight Ch. 02



Hello All, 

Chapter 2 of my novella Fate at First Sight. 

As always, I welcome your positive feedback and advice. 

Thank you for your consideration. 

Kisses... 

Cassandra 

***** 

-2- 

One Month Earlier... 

The mid-sized bar was a local favorite for those working in the nearby office buildings. Sitting atop the five-story multi-use building, its open air patio looked out over the city. On a clear, comfortable night, one could find singles searching for company, couples relaxing and friends ensconced on either the plush seats lining the patio, the leather chairs inside, gathered around the full sized billiards table, or holing down seats at the bar. And Friday happy hour was the busiest. Many stayed well after that. This night, so did Alyss and some of their coworkers. 

Hayley finished off her third drink of the night. Her boyfriend Sam and Alyss watched as she almost slammed it. 

"Easy girl," Alyss said, her third drink of the night half full in her hand. "It's not that late." 

"She's right," Sam said with a smile. 

Hayley sat her glass on the bar, then turned towards Sam. She put one arm around his back and the other hand on his chest. Sam saw the rum induced haze in her eyes and devilish smile on her full, purple colored lips. 

Alyss looked at them both as they kissed. Hayley's ebony skin, brown hair done up in small, tight curls fanning out from her head and lean frame contrasted with Sam's fashionable blazer, blond hair and pale complexion. 

Done, Hayley leaned back. 

"You just want me good and drunk tonight," she said. 

"No," Sam answered, his arm now around her. "Just buzzed enough to still enjoy it." 

"Getting buzzed and laid is the aim of most you guys here tonight," Hayley added. The two kissed again. 

Alyss sat quietly on a bar stool, her friend Russell stood next to her, trying not to overly stare at the public display of affection, and suggested activity once the two arrived back home. He glanced down at Alyss, taking in the powder blue camisole under the jacket of her light yellow pant suit. 

"Been meaning to ask how your week went?" he asked, drawing their attention away from their friend's activities. 

"Great! Actually," Alyss said, looking up at Russell, welcoming the distraction. They had been friends for a while. He worked in one of the office buildings nearby. "Business is going great. Got a lot of great ideas as far as the graphics we're designing." 

"Hey, Alyss! Don't give away our company secrets!" 

She and Russell saw Armon and Grace approaching. With them were some other coworkers, including Regina, all fashionably dressed. 

"Get tired of the patio?" Alyss asked as the group huddled around them at the bar. 

"Gonna grab one more before we leave," Armon said, he and Grace each holding a near empty pint and each others hand. 

Regina came up next to Russell. Alyss saw her drink him in with her eyes, as she always did when they meet. 

"You guys having a good night?" Regina asked him. 

"Always when among friends," he answered with a smile. 

Both let out a small laugh. Alyss smiled. She knew Regina had been trying to bed Russell for a while. Men were not the only ones here getting a buzz and trying to get laid, if not necessarily in that order. Given his looks, this was no surprise. That and the fact he was currently single got him a lot of attention. 

"Well," Regina then said, putting her arm around his. "I'm going to find some seats. Got something to do before I leave here tonight. But promise not to go before we get caught up with another round." 

Russell smiled. "Will do." 

Regina looked at Alyss. "You too, okay?" 

Alyss lifted her drink and smiled. Regina then set off towards the back part of the bar. 

Armon then gestured at Russell. "Speaking of business, how's it going for your firm Russ?" 

"Well. Like you guys, we got some projects..." 

There in the middle of it all, Alyss sat back and sipped her drink as Russell went on about his line of work. Sam and Hayley, still grasping each other, chatted away with Grace and two others. As her rum and cola neared the end, Alyss wondered if she wanted another, a more than noticeable buzz starting to hit her. With her glass with one hand, holding the thin straw within her mouth in the other, sipping the rest of her drink, she noticed the elevator door nearby open up. One of the perks of this bar was direct elevator access from the first floor. As conversation filled the air around her, she watched the twin doors slide apart, exposing the lone occupant. 

Her heart missed a beat. She froze, transfixed on the man stepping off the elevator, sitting there with a straw all but hanging from her mouth. Dumfounded by her own actions, she simply stared at him. 

He walked casually towards the bar, his blue, two-piece suit fitting him perfectly, moving as he did. His dark rimmed glasses matched his short, dark hair, as did the five o-clock shadow surrounding his face. The bit of extra flesh under his chin did not detract from the rigid jaw line he carried. All of this gave him a rugged look, bringing to mind a man of Italian decent, mixed with a soft skin tone from some unknown relative beyond the Mediterranean area. 

As this unknown person passed by, he glanced at the bar, looking at no one person, scanning the rows of bourbon and whisky from all over the world upon the shelves. Alyss peered into his dark eyes as he did so. 

An urge she had not felt in a long time sprang up deep within her stomach. The almost primal sensation tickled her spine. 

She slowly rotated upon her bars tool, watching him walk past, now only catching a glimpse of him between the other people standing around her. 

"You okay?" 

Alyss turned back towards Russell, his question breaking her concentration. 

"Yeah." She cleared her throat and swung around to face the bar. "Think I'll a... have another." 

Russell had noticed the odd look on her face. Now she sat without another word as he watched her pull her hair back behind her ear, then turn her head the other way. He looked that way also. The man who just walked by, the one Alyss seemed to fixed on a moment ago, now stood near the end of the bar, scanning the entire room. 

No sooner had he decided to ask if she was alright, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned. His friend Julia stood there staring at him all smiles. 

Alyss paid no attention to Russell or his new companion. Her sight held steadfast in the opposite direction. She had lost sight of him. Ever so subtly, she raised herself in the chair, using the footrest of the bar stool to gain elevation. 

"Need another?" the bartender asked. 

Alyss looked at him. "Yes. Please. Thanks." 

Turning again, she saw Regina through the crowd, standing near a set of leather seats and small table between. Looking left and right, there were still too many people milling around, obscuring her view. Glancing back at Regina, she saw her smile and step forward, extending her hand. 

He then came into view to greet Regina. 

Without realizing it, Alyss drew in a quick breath, her heart beating a bit faster. She watched as the two sat upon down, both smiling and talking. 

Regina's not seeing anyone right now. Alyss thought, a dozen different notions racing through her mind. She's been trying to bag Russell. Is he a friend— 

"Isn't that right, Alyss?" 

She turned back to see Russell and Julia looking at her, he gesturing at her with the glass in her hand. 

"Ah... What?" Alyss said with a smile, sitting properly back upon the bar stool. 

"Was telling Julia here about how living downtown here is not all that bad." 

Alyss recovered her thoughts. "Ah... Yeah. Near work." The bartender sat a drink next to her. She took it up and then almost half it down. She looked over at Julia. "All in all, not a bad place to live." 

Julia halfheartedly smiled back, appearing not too happy that Russell brought her into the conversation. 

"Hope we didn't interrupt you," Julia said, drawing herself closer to Russell, marking her territory. "Looked as though you were trying to find someone." 

At that suggestion, Alyss cringed. "Ah, no." 

"For Regina maybe?" Russell added, looking that way himself. 

"Maybe some man caught her eye," Julia said, wrapping her arm around Russell's. "I know the feeling. A lot of eye catching ones here." 

Russell looked at her and smiled. "Why would Alyss to that when I'm standing right here!" 

All three let out a laugh. Russell to be funny. Alyss to cover her embarrassment. Julia to impress Russell. 

At that moment Regina appeared. Stunned, Alyss turned to face her. 

"Hey guys," Regina began. "Might be a bit longer than I thought. So if you need to take off go ahead. We'll catch up some other time." 

"Everything okay?" Alyss asked. 

"Just gonna hit the little girls room and head back to my friend." 

A friend? Alyss thought. 

"Oh," she then spat out. "I'll... I'll come with." 

Regina smiled and turned towards the other end of the bar. Alyss finished her drink, watched by a slightly stunned Russell, having never before seen her just pound one down. She then followed behind Regina, not seeing, nor caring, as Julia hoped into the still warm bar stool. 

Once inside the immaculate bathroom, the ladies headed straight for the sinks and large, clean mirrors over them. The two then began the ritual of improving their already good looks. 

"So how you doing so far tonight?" Alyss asked as she fished out a small compact from within her jacket. Touching up her face, she wondered how to broach the subject of her friend, and perhaps weasel her way into a seat at their table. 

"Great so far," Regina answered best she could while applying more lipstick she just fetched from her clutch. 

"Your friend..." Careful, Alyss thought. Don't look desperate. Already had that Julia woman thinking I was cock blocking her with Russell. "I mean, I've never seen him before." 

Next, Alyss produced a small brush/comb combo and began priming her hair. 

Regina put away her lipstick. Next, more eye liner was in order. "Hope you get to see a lot of him." 

Alyss froze for a moment, eyes wide, staring at Regina in the mirror. A slight tingle returned to her stomach. She put on a smile to cover her shock and the warm sensation coming over her crotch. "Why. You trying to hook me up?" Oh God! This is too good to be true! 

"No," Regina said, working on the lashes of her other eye. "Might need you to do some graphic work for us." 

Alyss turned to face Regina. Her smile replaced with confusion. 

"He's a client?" she asked. 

"A huh." Regina nodded. "Or should say may be. He's wanting us to redesign the web site he has for his book distribution business. Imperial Books." 

As Regina went on about the details, Alyss slowly turned back towards the mirror. The feelings of anticipation tinged what that adolescent, horny feeling disappeared. She looked back down at the comb in her hand. Looking back up at herself, she folded up the grooming tool, placing it back into her jacket. 

"Need a touch up?" Regina asked, holding a small bottle of perfume. 

Alyss looked at her in the mirror, putting a feeble smile on her face, shaking her head. "No. I'm good." 

Regina sprayed a hefty amount over her neck and torso. Finished, she put it away. Next, she straightened out a few wrinkles in her shirt, pulling down on the front a bit to expose more of her chest. 

"Well, Alyss. How do I look? Got enough of the girls showing to catch his attention." 

Alyss looked her over in the mirror. She had more than enough showing. "You look nice, Regina. Good luck." 

"I'll let you know how it goes, okay?" Regina said, readying to leave. 

"Sure."Alyss attempted to display some enthusiasm. "And let me know if you..." She tried to be cheery. "You need my help!" 

"Thanks!" 

Alyss turned again back to the mirror as Regina strode away and out of the bathroom. She leaned over, placing her hands on the counter. All the euphoria swelling up within her earlier was gone. 

One unwritten, all but official, workplace rule was that relationships with clients -potential or existing- were frowned upon. Leads to accusation of special treatment, especially when it came to money, and lawsuits. That's how Alyss got her job she found out later. One of the prior graphic artist became a cub to a cougar of a client. 

She looked at herself in the mirror. 

You can date coworkers, see them outside work, screw them on the weekends if you want, but not a client. Just my luck. Maybe... 

A myriad of feelings flooded her. Desire. Disappointment. Yearing. Regret. 

It might just be a good thing for me.



Fate at First Sight Ch. 03



-3- 

Alyss tried to leave. She wanted to leave. Knowing it was the best thing to do. 

But she didn't. She just sat there, glancing at Regina and that man as the two spoke, holding the third drink since leaving the bathroom an hour before in her hand, sitting comfortably in one of the high back, almost recliner like chairs. At least she did not pay for any of them. Billy had done that. 

He sat across from her in a similar style chair. And as luck would have it, his back towards Regina and the man. This gave Alyss an excuse to look that way, over Billy's shoulder, without anyone thinking she was some voyeur, vicariously carrying on a conversation with that man through Regina, paying little attention to Billy as he spoke. 

"Like I was saying," Billy said, sipping his beer, "nice to see you hear this late in the evening. We don't get a chance to chat much outside work." 

Alyss watched as the man gently caressed his face, nodding, looking straight at Regina. 

No ring. His hands are small, but not overly so... 

She imagined his hand upon her face, using his pointer finger to stroke her cheek, as he now did to his own. 

"So what do you usually do after work?" Billy asked. 

Alyss looked at him and smiled. "After what?" 

Billy leaned forward. "What do you like to do when not working. I mean, hobbies? Coming here?" 

"Oh." Alyss took a sip. "I ah— enjoy reading. As much as we have all gone digital there's nothing like curling up with a good book." 

He deals with books, she thought, glancing back at him. She crossed her legs and ever so subtly, mover her hips side to side, that soft quiver returning to her just below her belly button. Curling up with him. What would that be like. 

"Books. That's great," Billy said. "I thought maybe you like to hit the gym. I mean," he took a sip of liquid courage, "you got a nice figure. I should get there..." 

She glanced back at Billy and smiled as he rambled about getting in shape. Although she had a good buzz going, she realized what he was trying to do. She took another drink. 

Not doing a very good job hitting on me Billy, she wanted to say but refrained. But at least you're sweet about it. Better than that one guy earlier. God. He thought that skin tight tee shirt he had on showing off his chest and arms was suppose to make me want to jump his bones. Pathetic. She felt her smile disappear, looking back towards the man. Any less pathetic than what I'm doing. 

She closed her eyes and drew in a breath, then took down half her drink. Upon opening them again, she saw the man take a drink also, then pucker his lips, liking them once done. 

The sight of him doing that sent a shiver down her spine. She placed her free hand on her leg and began massaging it, oblivious to Billy talking about his hobby of collecting graphic novels, and how computers are used to create them, and how she might be interested since she is a graphic designer. 

She imagined his lips on her... kissing her... licking her... his lips on her kitty... 

Stop it! she commanded herself, closing her eyes and taking a drink, finishing what remained. I just called it my kitty! I haven't used that word since high school! 

There was only one thing she could think of doing right now. 

"Hey Billy," she spouted, cutting him off mid sentence. "I think I better be going now. It's getting late." 

Billy watched her get up. "A sure—" 

"And thank you for the drinks. You're very sweet." 

"You're welcome, Alyss. Any time." He stood also. 

Alyss gave him a gentle hug. Without another word she headed for the door, setting her empty glass on the bar as she passed by. Even a final look at that man was too much to bear right now. The acute buzz in her head just made things worse. 

Once in the elevator, she fumbled for the 1st Floor button, planning on what she needed to do once on ground level. 

Hail a cab... get home... bathe... shower... after I... 

His image shot across her mind's eye. The sight of him licking his lips. His hands. His face. 

Why do I feel this way again? Why now? Him... 

The ache still radiating from her crotch grew stronger. A warm wet feeling added to this as her juices made themselves known. 

The elevator gently passed the 3rd Floor. She leaned against the wall, facing it, propping herself up with one arm. The urge for a release became too great. 

Her other hand traced along the waist of her pants, moving towards her stomach. There, over the button and zipper holding her pants up, she guided her hand under them, under her panties beneath, passing by the small clump of hair, finally reaching her lips. 

She silently moaned as two fingers found their way into her. 

Making small circles with her fingers, the sense of release brought by this stimulation made her weak in the knees. Her breathing slowed. 

The mellow chime of a bell rang out as the elevator came to a stop. Alyss yanked her hand out from her pants and straightened up. She turned and watched the stainless steel doors open to expose a group of people. Two were about to step in when they saw Alyss. The group parted and allowed her to pass. 

She strode down the hall towards the entrance. Once through the main doors, she stood on the large patio adjacent the building, one providing outdoor seating for the upscale restaurant on the first floor. Pausing to regain her thoughts, she took in a few deep breaths, part of her wishing the enchanting sensation, that yearing deep within her would just go away. 

I can't even wait to get back to my room. I haven't felt this horny since— 

"Alyss!" 

She turned to see Russell heading for her. 

As he approached, she put on a confused smile. "Hey, Russ." 

He walked right up to her. "I saw you leaving all the sudden. Ran down four flights of stairs. Wanted to say good night." 

"Yeah. Sorry. I just decided to call... call it a night. You know. And did... didn't want to interrupt you and a... a Julia." 

Russell saw the glaze in her eyes. A slight slur accompanied her words. 

"Are you okay Alyss?" 

"Yeah." She turned away. "Just need to get home. You know. Get a cab. Get home." 

Russell watcher her straighten out her hair, then prop herself against the railing separating the patio from the sidewalk. He took a step towards her. 

"Let me get you home Alyss." 

She faced him and smiled. "No. That's okay. I'll... I'll be fine." 

Her wobbly smile gave Russell no encouragement. "It's no bother, Alyss. I brought my car, and you won't have to wait for a cab. Please, Alyss, let me help you." 

Although her thinking was not that clear, he had a point, and waiting for a cab was something she really did not want to do. She needed to get home. Get undressed. Purge all these urges from her. 

"Thank... thanks, Russ. Yeah. Okay. But," she looked him in the eye. "What about Julia? You guys looked like—" 

"Don't worry about her. She can try some other time to pick me up. I'll text her and let her know something came up." 

The ride through the streets now devoid of most of the rush hour traffic was a silent one. Russell noticed how Alyss just sat in the passenger seat, caressing her head and saying little. 

But she did a lot of thinking. 

Her mind drifted back to the bar. 

Should of just said to hell with it. Go up to him. Start talking. Go for him. But I didn't. Why? So the same, stupid, pathetic thing I did back then... didn't happen again. 

"Quite an evening wasn't it?" Russell asked, the silence and tired look on Alyss' face unnerving. 

She looked over at him. "Yeah. Maybe too much." She smiled. "And thanks again for... for this." 

"No problem. What are friends for." 

Alyss turned and looked out the passenger side window. She took no notice of the buildings and now closed shops they passed by. As if his reflection in the window stared back at her, she saw his face, his dark eyes and hair. She closed her eyes. 

Try not think... thinking about him, she thought, trying to focus elsewhere. 

Russell looked over at her. Glancing between the road ahead and Alyss, he saw her hand slide down her leg, her hips gently moving back and forth. Wide eyed, he watched as she began caressing her crotch. Her other hand moved up to her chest. He turned back forward, making sure he did not rear end the car in front. Looking back at Alyss, she now massaged her breast under her jacket. 

He swallowed hard but said nothing. Next came a soft moan from her. Unable to hold back, he nearly froze, feeling the bulge his arousal caused pushing against his pants. He let out a slight cough. 

Alyss turned and saw the look on his face. She then glanced down at herself, looking at both hands and where they were. Her metal attempt to not think about that man failed. Oddly, she felt little embarrassment, the alcohol having removed most of her inhibitions by now, as well as her ability to focus. That and thinking about the man. What they would do together right now. She then saw Russell shuffle in his seat. Glancing down, she noticed the bulge in his slacks. 

"Ah..." he suddenly spat out. "We should... should have you home in a jiff. I'm sure you want to sleep maybe... relax." He then turned and smiled at her, trying not to look at her hands still fondling herself. 

She thought about what he just said. Home... my bedroom... my toys... that's what' there right now. 

She looked at Russell's face, then turned back towards the passenger window. Her yearning for a release, a real one, not one courtesy of inanimate objects, became unbearable. The image of that man burned as deep into her mind as the aching did within her crotch. 

She took a deep breath."Can we... can we go to your... your place, Russ." 

He turned and looked at her. No fool, he did not ask why. "Of course, Alyss." 

# 

Russell let Alyss go in first. His modest one bedroom apartment overlooked the city three stories up. The small balcony adjacent the living room perfect for viewing the urban jungle below. Once in, Alyss moved towards the couch, almost in a daze. Russell closed the door and followed. 

He came up behind her, placing his hands upon her shoulders. Then, leaning forward, he pulled her hair to the side and kissed her neck. 

She reached up and touched his hands, his warm breath and kiss tantalizing her skin as she began removing her jacket. Russell helped her remove it. Once off, he folded it over his arm. 

"Would you like something to drink, Alyss? Water or a soda?" he asked. 

Alyss turned and stepped up to him, placing her hands on his chest, caressing the fabric of his shirt. 

Russell looked at her, but she did not return his smile, one accompanied by anticipation. 

She gently shook her head. 

This is wrong... shouldn't do this... she then thought. 

Remembering the neat, clean shirt that man wore, the fantasy of her massaging his chest overtook the moment, the exotic sensation within her unyielding. 

She turned and moved away from Russell. 

He stepped towards the couch, setting her jacket thereon, then began removing his own. 

"Why don't we go to the balcony and relax." He sat his blazer next to her's, staring at the large windows and balcony beyond. "Let some of the alcohol we both had wear off. It's a nice night. If you're hungry I have some cheese and—" 

Upon looking back at Alyss, he saw her slowly moving towards the bedroom. Halfway there she kicked off her matching flat heel shoes, leaving them in her wake. 

"Some cheese and crackers to snack on," he finally finished. 

Alyss heard him through the buzz in her head. Romance is not what she wanted. Not right now. She began unbuttoning her pants. Nearing the bedroom door, she paused. 

Russell gravitated her way as she wiggled them off, never turning to look at him. Awestruck, he watched as her nearly bare butt came into view, the blue back of her thong cutting between her full, near perfect cheeks. Letting her pants fall at her feet, Russell took in her legs. Although not tone, they looked graceful, even as she kicked off her pants, appearing to nearly stumble as she did so. 

Her slacks cast carelessly to the side, she moved on. 

Russell began removing his shirt, his half hardened pride within his pants pushing against his shorts. 

Alyss paused in the doorway, his bed just beyond, neatly made and awaiting her. Part of her, the part questioning her motives, battling against all the other emotions and desires swelling within her, reached out. She rested her arm against the sill and turned her head slightly, just enough to see Russell now shirtless approaching her. 

Turn around... tell him this is a mistake... how sorry you are to waste his time... to tease him... you don't screw friends... 

The other man won out. Imagining his bare chest, how it would feel against her skin, caused her to reach for her crotch. Again, her fingers found their way under the thong and to her already swollen lips below. 

She moved into the bedroom. Inside, she grasped the bottom of her camisole. 

Now in the doorway himself, Russell watched her peel the shirt off, then like her other clothes, let it drop without care to the floor. For the first time he got a good look at the tattoo at the base of her spine. The angel wings stretched out and away from her back and above her butt with grace and taste. 

Alyss walked up to the bed and closed her eyes, both hands now on her breast, fondling her long ago erect nipples. She turned and laid back onto the bed, keeping her feet on the floor. 

Russell stepped towards her, watching her lay down, naked but for the panties covering her hips. Watching as she stimulated herself, he removed his slacks, the bulge in his tight black boxer shorts going unnoticed by Alyss. Next he stepped up to the small table next to the bed. He slid open the drawer within, producing a condom, setting it atop as Alyss let out an ever so slight moan. 

Oblivious to Russell as he removed his shorts, Alyss remained still, her hands dancing along her breast. But to her, it was that man's mouth and hands on them, caressing them, kissing them. She then felt two hands upon her legs, sending a shudder up and through her body. Her skin brushed against the supple sheets as these hands spread her legs. 

Russell knelt beside her and positioned himself there. The sight of her thighs and still covered crotch enthralled him. This unexpected yet welcomed chance with Alyss drove him forward. 

Alyss felt a light push against her lips, then a warm puff of air through the cotton of her panties. She moaned, suddenly releasing herself and grasping the bed cover. Moist lips then made their way down her thigh, towards her knee, repeated again upon the other leg. Raputre shot through her as the face of that man, that unknown man, doing all this to her, filled her mind. 

She felt her panties slowly moving down her legs, glided down by Russell's hands, his palms caressing her skin. Yet, she did not look at him, only taking in the fervor his hands wrought, adding to the quivering sensation already filling her. Her thong now off, his hands moved upward. One stayed on her hip, the other danced towards her breast, cupping one once there, gently rubbing and tugging her nipple between his fingers. Reaching up with one hand, she did the same to her other. The other hand reached for her crotch. 

The sensation of his mouth kissing her labia caused a shutter to shoot through her. She let out a delicate moan, arching her back slightly, then pressed into her clit, massaging it as his tongue danced over her swollen lips below the well trimmed tuft of triangle shaped hair. 

Her breathing quickened. Still she did not look at him. The image of that man remained fixed within her head, one still buzzing from the alcohol. 

Beginning to pant, she suddenly felt Russel lean over her, his warm mouth now over her breast, licking her erect nipple. She continued to twist and pull the other as her other fingers made small circles around the hardened button of a clit above her lips. 

His now hard cock rubbing her inner thigh sent a chill through her. But it was Russell's dick there awaiting to enter her, his mouth on her breast, not the one she wanted. She knew that. 

He moved up and began kissing her. She returned the kiss, but only for a moment, turning her head to the side, his lips running against her cheek. 

Despite the quivering sensation filling her, conflicting thoughts racing through her mind, competing with those of that man and the alcohol. 

This is wrong... Using Russell... So wrong... Him... Want him... 

Russell's lips once again found hers. Again she turned her head, eyes closed as he leaned in and began kissing her neck. Desire and remorse, fact and fantasy, all danced around within her mind. The only clear image in her head and through the haze of alcohol and carnal craving was the image of the man. His dark hair, dark stubble on his face, dark eyes. 

Need to stop... No... Not right... 

She felt his hands cup both her breast and the bottom of his cock rub against her crotch. Her back arched once again as pleasure shot up her spine. She could wait no longer. 

"Put..." she whispered, then paused, panting before continuing. The desire for a release, the need to satisfy that thirst no mere tool or toy could quench, won out. She didn't want foreplay anymore. "Put on... put it on..." 

Russell heard her. Looking over at the condom he stood, reaching for it. 

Their flesh parted. She sat up and paused, glancing at his solid cock as he covered it with the clear condom. 

Turning around, she bent over, climbing on all fours upon the bed, spreading her legs and pushing her butt closer to him. Her swollen lips, now covered in her juice, awaited. She wanted it, but not to look at him. 

Russell put one hand on her hip, moving in a small circle, tempting her skin. The other guided his cock forward, looking with awe and anticipation at her body. Her skin was almost flawless, without a trace of a tan line, freckles here and there and the tramp stamp above her perfect butt the only blemishes. He slowly entered her. Wet as she was, he required little effort. 

Alyss spat out a sudden moan. Feeling her eyes roll back in her head and Russell filling her, she gripped the sheets, back arching again out of rapacious instinct. She then pushed back her hips, tightening her muscles around his flesh within her as he began a gentle rhythm, coming all the way out, then going all back in. 

"Oh... God... Oh... God," she spat out between his gentle prods, her body pulsing forward, her firm breast moving back and forth with each push. His tempo increased. The soft, slapping noise of their skin colliding filled the bedroom. She lowered her head and chest onto the bed, biting her lower lip, relishing the moment, surrendering to her lustful urges tormenting her all evening. 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Rang through her head. She could feel his head swelling inside her, his hand upon her hips, pulling her in. 

Alyss propped herself back up. In one smooth motion, she leaned back, grabbing his hands, bringing them around and upon her chest. Russell did not slow down as her hair whipped across his face, all the while squeezing each breast in his hands. 

She needed to feel the skin of a man, on her, in her. The alcohol enhanced that desire, along with her longing for that one man, the one she was unable to get out of her head. Even now, as Russell began a more piston like motion, he was just a body there to please her. She grinded her hip against him, moving them in a small circle, adding friction against her swollen lips and skin within her. 




Fate at First Sight Ch. 03



Russell slowed down, moving his hands from her breast to her hips. She sensed him leaving her. 

"Lay on the bed Alyss. I want to—" 

"NO!" she spat out. "Keep... don't stop..." She leaned back forward, thrusting her hips backwards, driving him back into her. "Don't stop... keep..." She bounced back and forth onto his cock, not wanting the sensation to cease. "Don't... stop... fucking... me..." 

Stunned, Russell obeyed. Having never heard Alyss use such language, it only enhanced his appetite for her. He again placed his hands on her hips and continued thrusting, doubling his already energetic efforts. She felt even more wet, the juice now spurting from her hole each time he dove in. The sensation of being within her adding to his own ecstasy. 

Alyss took in the moment with abandon. Her doubts and misgivings long gone, feeble as they were, replaced by a carnal fulfillment Russell provided. Her body jerked back and forth, all the while she drew in shallow, staccato breaths, between which exhaling slight, deep moans of pleasure. Oddly, as Russell pounding her, filling her, all that existed for her was the pleasure he provided, and the one man. He was there. He was behind her. He was in her. 

Reaching back, she again began stimulating her clit, her free fingers pounded by Russell's balls. 

He wanted to control himself, prolong the unexpected evening with Alyss. But he found it hard to do. Her almost constant, sputtering, steady moan adding to his excitement. 

Alyss imagined the man ravaging her. This is what she wanted. His warm hands were on her hips, holding her. She felt Russell slowing. 

"Don't... stop... fucking... me!" she again said, almost as a command than a request. 

Her words egged him on, defeating any attempt to hold back, to extend his time within her. The desire to please her gave way to the moment. He felt his load brewing within in his groin. Looking down he watched his dick rapidly swallowed by her pink lips each time he moved forward. Biting his lower lips, he leaned back, his head facing the ceiling above. 

"Oh... God... Alyss... Oh... God!" he shouted out between thrusts. "You... feel... so... good!" 

She did not hear him. Her ears filled with her own vocal ecstasy. Her body trembling, that peculiar, pleasing sensation gathering force within her stomach, making its way up her spine, then colliding with the image of her desire within her mind. Stimulating herself no longer required, she used both hands to clutch the blanket beneath her head. Unconsciously, she buried her face into the it, gnawing the soft cover. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she spat out, teeth clenched, anticipation in her muffled voice. 

Russell suddenly let out a manly groan, clutching her hips, his body coming to a stop deep within her as rapture shot up his spine. 

Alyss exploded with his last push. Her head shot up, the muscles in her quaking body flexing and bending. The intense quiver from within pushed out a deep moan through her mouth. Nearly collapsing upon the bed, the delirium of her orgasm almost robbed her of strength. 

A warm, tingling sensation encompassed her entire pelvis. She now felt him now slowly moving back and forth, with that subtle jerk forward once all the way back in, his swollen head caressing the flesh within her. The warm touch of his hands, making their way from her hips upon her back, gliding ever so gently along her still trembling body, stopping at her neck 

Burying her head into the sheets still clutched into a small bunch in front of her, Alyss felt him move her hair to one side, then his hands come around, grasping each of her breasts. Her still erect nipples welcomed his touch as she continued a slow grind against his crotch. 

He pulled her up a bit, then leaned forward and kissed her exposed neck. The sweat on his chest added to that upon her back as their flesh pressed against each others. 

"Thank you, Alyss," he said, still catching his breath after cuming. "Thank you." 

She said nothing. The marvel of her orgasm began fading, along with her desire to be there. 

Scooting forward, Alyss allowed Russell's shrinking cock to leave her. She crawled away from him on all fours upon the bed, making her way toward one of the pillows along the headboard. Once there, she lay down on her side, facing away from Russell, tucking her hand under the pillow now holding her head. With her free hand, she reached down to her crotch. She heard Russell moving away, then the slight click of a light switch from within the bathroom adjacent the bedroom. All the while, her index finger pressed against her still hard clit. Slowly, two other fingers found their way into her. The still warm juice therein greeted them. 

She saw him again. This time, his burning image competed with that of sleep, the fatigue of unfulfilled lust. Her mind wandered between desire for him, attenuated by the fingers continuing to please her, desperately trying to resurrect the sensation from moments ago, and the ever growing darkness of sleep. The thought of turning to face Russell, wherever he now was, never mixed with these. 

As fatigue and sleep competed with her still burning desire, the image of that one man held her attention. 

Through the haze of drink and fading carnal afterglow, it was the last thing she saw that night. 

# 

Alyss slowly awoke from a half filled night of sleep. Her eyelids rebelled against any effort opening her eyes. Blinking several times, she saw the light of a new day peeking through the blinds of the single window. 

She knew where she was. Although the more than usual amount of drinks the night before may have affected her judgment, it had little effect on her memory. The soft bed and sheets took the edge off the shame slowly growing within her. As she awoke, the reality of what she had done, and why, and with whom, grew stronger. 

Part of her hoped it had been all a dream. Seeing that man. Hoping he did not exist. Hoping not to feel that way again. Her uncontrollable urges. Leaving with Russell. Using him like that. The subtle, tender sensation between her legs only confirmed what had happened. 

And just as suddenly as that revelation hit her, the image of that one man came into her mind. 

Not again... why can't I just... 

The thin sheet covering her still naked body hugged her skin. Russell must still be asleep next to her, under the sheet as well. Slowly she turned, not really wanting to face him, not really wanting to cuddle or bask in the long faded afterglow. 

Moving more and more around, twisting her back until she faced the other side of the bed, she caught no glimpse of him. Russell wasn't there. 

She turned her body around and sat up, staring at the empty spot next to her. Next she looked at the wide open bathroom door. The light was off. 

"Russ—" she spat out in a soft voice, then cleared her throat. "Russell?" 

There was no answer. 

My phone, she thought. Must have a dozen texts from my roommate wanting to know if I'm okay. 

Turning back around, she placed her feet on the floor, holding the sheet over her chest in an attempt to remain covered. 

What a hypocrite. Fine time for me to regain my modesty. Not after the show I gave last night. She leaned forward and put her free hand on her head. Don't stop fucking me! I actually said that! Twice! Why didn't I just ask him who's my daddy! 

She let out a sigh of shame. The memories of her uncontrollable craving came flooding back. Turning her head slightly, she saw her phone upon the small table on that side of the bed, a small, pale green light waxing and waning thereon. Plenty of texts to answer. Then she saw what appeared to be a piece of paper under it. Curious, she reached for it. 

The handwritten note was from Russell. 

Alyss, 

Sorry I had to bolt. Got an emergency call from work. There was a small fire on the floor below our office last night and we were all called in to make sure everything was okay. Was planning on taking you to breakfast if you felt like it. Got all your clothes on the chair next to my dresser... 

Alyss looked over towards the corner of the room. Upon the chair sat her pantsuit, the pants folded over the back and jacket hanging over them. Her camisole lay upon the seat. Her thong neatly folded atop it. Shoes upon the carpet. She looked back at the note. 

Feel free to wash up if you have to leave before I get back. Sat out some towels and soap for you in the bathroom— 

She closed her eyes and let out another sigh, the shameful feeling within her growing stronger with each passing moment. 

Can he be more of a... friend! And I treated him like... The realization of what she did, although always there, hammered away at her heart. I used a man— no! I used a friend. And all I could think about was that man I saw the whole time, like Russell wasn't even there. 

She looked back at the note. 

... for you in the bathroom to use. Thank you for everything last night. I really enjoyed it. 

Give me a call or text later. Let me know you're okay. 

Russ 

Alyss slowly stood up, placing the note back on the table. 

"This can't be happening again," she said aloud in a soft voice, staring at the now empty bed. "I'm not nineteen anymore." 

She let the sheet fall to the floor. It took her a few minutes to dress. She then fled from the apartment.



Fate at First Sight Ch. 04



Now... 

Her heels made a clicking noise as she walked down the hall. The knee high boots, flaring open at the top, bringing to mind the image of someone auditioning for the role of a pirate, sat over her tight blue jeans. The light blue, short sleeve, button up shirt Alyss wore hugged her body to perfection. 

With tablet in hand, she focused on the new account. The Briggs account among others. Glad for the distraction from other events in her life. Those she could control, and those she could not. 

Or more accurately, she knew, those she should control. 

So far over the past month she had been successful. Mostly. Her roommate Clair became suspicious one morning, asking who Kayden was. The night before, at the climax of her self induced ecstasy, she must have shouted out his name, able to be heard beyond her bedroom. 

Passing by the office of Mr. Zuel, the owner of their firm, reminded her of the message from him. She closed out graphics program and brought up her e-mail. 

"Alyss!" 

She stopped at the sound of her name echoing slightly through the squeaky clean, well lit hallway. Peering back through the open door to one of the small conference rooms she saw Regina seated behind the table therein. Her black hair done up in a perfect bob and wearing a blouse showing off her assets. Alyss saw her smile and hand gesturing her in. 

"Hey? You busy?" Regina asked. 

"Ah, no." Alyss turned back and walked in, all smiles and cheery disposition. "What ya needing?" 

Regina did not get up from her high backed chair. "Been meaning to get with you one one about the Imperial Books account." 

"I am so sorry, Regina. Been so swamped with other stuff." Alyss put on her apologetic face. The fact she was not lying tempered the discomfort she felt for in fact avoiding her. 

"Well this is a perfect time," Regina said, motioning her hand at the other high back seat in the room facing away from Alyss. The chair slowly swung around, its occupant now exposed. "This is Mr. James." 

Alyss looked at him. Just three feet away from her. 

The sight of him hit her like a wave. Unprepared for the event, her mind and body danced between staying or fleeing, unable to feel her eyes and mouth open wide. Kayden smiled at her. 

Mesmerized by his eyes looking into hers, she stared at his face as he stood, taking him in: his short dark hair, dark rimmed glasses, dark eyes, the beginnings of a five o-clock shadow. 

"Hello," he said, extending his hand. "Nice to finally meet you." 

His voice shot through her. Having long fantasized about what he might sound like, his soft, stern, low toned voice fit him perfectly, completing the mental image of him seared into her mind. He stood a mere two inches taller than she. 

Regina stood herself and spoke. "Mr. James. This is Alyss—" 

"Alyssandra!" Alyss spouted as she held out her and took his. "I mean..." She put on a wobbly smile and let out a slight, girlish laugh. "But everyone calls me Alyss." 

The two shook hands. Alyss felt a chill run through her as his warm, soft hand embraced her's. She then saw his smile grow wider. 

"Alyssandra," Kayden repeated. "Very nice name." 

Oh my God! She thought, hearing him say her name, her full name. Can he say my name any sexier... 

Still holding his hand, She looked Kayden over. Under the light colored, silky blazer he wore a v-neck tee shirt, one hugging his frame. His stomach came out slightly over his belt, but still appeared slender. Glancing down at his crotch, Alyss noted the mild bulge upon his pressed slacks. She began imagining what he looked like naked. The warm feeling growing between her legs since she first saw him spiked. 

Immediately she looked back at his face. 

His eyes are up there! She ordered herself, a tingle and wetness adding to that warm feeling. 

Regina then spoke. "Alyss here is one of our graphic designers. Hoping to get her on with you." 

Alyss looked over at Regina, quickly releasing her grip on Kayden. "Ah—What? Get it on?" 

"His project." Regina glanced at Kayden, noticing him still staring at Alyss. "She's a girl in demand. But sometimes I think she's just trying to avoid us!" 

Regina and Kayden looked at the other and laughed. Alyss then did, realizing the attempt at humor. He then turned back towards her. 

"I have heard much about you and your skills," he said. Alyss soaked up his every word. "I look forward to see what you can do for my site. Of course," he looked over at Regina, "my looks may need a bit of work." He went back to Alyss. "But thank God for computers." 

Again, he and Regina laughed. Alyss smiled at him. "Oh Kayden, you don't need any enhancement—" 

Kayden saw shock in her face as her mouth hung open. 

"I mean, I mean," Alyss spat out, glancing between Kayden and Regina. She took a small step back, bringing her computer tablet to her chest, hugging it with both arms like a shield. "Mr. James here is a... well groomed man and I doubt... I would need to... you know... touch you-touch you up!" Another girlish giggle came from her mouth. 

Way to spaz out woman, Alyss said to herself. 

"Well that's great." Regina sat back down. "We're about to go over the final contract and once Mr. Zule puts his Jonny Hancock on it, Mr. James here will be our newest client." 

Kayden returned to his chair. "I look forward to working with you all." 

He then glanced over at Alyss with a beaming smile. 

"Oh, by the way," Regina added. "As a celebration and thanks for his faith in us, we're going to have a small party at BRs this evening." 

Kayden looked back towards Regina. "Very nice place. Enjoyed it. Nice ambiance." He then swiveled his chair around, facing Alyss. "Hope to see you there as well." 

Alyss stared at him, unable to look away from his. 

Ambiance... Ambiance... 

That word, his voice, rolled through her head. Like her name, it sounded so beautiful coming out of his mouth. 

"Well?" Regina asked after Alyss stood for a moment in complete silence. "I am sure you will be more than happy to indulge Mr. James by attending." 

Alyss looked over at her. "Ah..." She smiled. "Yeah. Yes. I just..." She looked back at Kayden, holding up one hand, pressing her thumb and forefinger together. "I just have a tinny, tiny errand to do before I go. But I'll... I'll be there." 

"That's great, Alyssandra," Kayden said. "I look forward to hearing your ideas." 

Alyss slowly walked backwards out of the room. "I'll let you two finish." 

She left without another word and headed straight to her office, feeling the juice within her all but flowing out. The whole way back, various thoughts raced across her mind. 

Very nice name he said. The way he used my full name... hearing him say it... his voice... could I have gotten any hornier! 

Then Regina's voice popped into her head. 

Our newest client... newest client... newest- 

Alyss stepped into her office and shut her eyes. She saw Kayden. Then remembered the first time she saw him at BRs, and what happened later that night. 

Just call Regina later and tell her something came up, she thought. Tell her your apartment got flooded... your roommate's pet died... it's your time of the month... something! 

She opened her eyes, looking down to see her desk as other memories flooded her mind. Things she felt. The cravings. Things she did. Things she did not do, or should have done. As she mused, Kayden came to mind. 

What if... 

Alyss shot through the door of her apartment and strode straight towards her room. 

"Clair?" she shouted, summoning her roommate. 

No answer came. She stopped and shouted again. "Clair?" 

She was not there. Alyss continued to her room, setting her purse on the breakfast counter as she passed by. 

Once in she plopped onto her bed, one leg already up, her hands removing the boot thereon. Next she pulled off the other. Both got cast to the side. Leaning back she worked on removing her jeans, unbuttoning them and wiggling them down her hips. The fact they fit snugly around her legs and hips frustrated any efforts at a quick removal. Now off and inside out, they joined her boots upon the floor, thrown there as she got up and headed to the small, walk in closet. Inside, she started at the row of neatly hung outfits, all the while undoing each button in turn down her blouse. Seeking out one particular item, that one dress, the last button became entangled in some loose threads around the hole. Frustrated, she pulled the shirt open, flinging the stubborn button off and into the closet. 

Standing there, her hands danced along the top of the hanging clothes, pulling each to the side, exposing the garment adjacent. Finally, she found it. That blue dress. The flirty one. The one where the bottom flared out a bit and showed off most of her legs. Thin straps holding it upon her shoulders. 

Alyss left the closet, setting the dress upon the bed. Staring at it, she paused, catching her breath and thoughts. 

What would go good with this? she asked herself, undoing her bra as she did so. Something special... sophisticated... sexy... 

Stepping towards her chest of drawers, her bra found its way upon the pile of work clothes accumulating on the floor. She flung open the top drawer. 

What would work... what to wear... what would he like, Alyss asked herself as she first rummaged through her bras. She came upon a dark black strapless one. In addition to attenuation her breast, it had small frills along the top of each cup. It got thrown onto the bed. Next, she worked through the tangle of panties, cursing herself for not better organizing them, or buying the briefs that matched the bra. 

G-string? she mused, holding a pair up. Not classy enough. 

Thongs? A nice black one caught her attention. Same reason. And too predictable. 

Boy shorts? I'm not slamin' brews with the boys. 

None at all? She paused, contemplating going commando, the idea of Kayden knowing she was pantiless turned her on even more than she was. No. Too desperate, not to mention tacky. 

Finally, near the bottom, she found one. A black, low rise bikini. The back stitched together right across where her cheeks meet, causing the silk fabric to hug and show off both. A little red bow on the front sat just above the crotch. 

Holding them up in front of her, it said classy and sexy. She imagined Kayden telling her how nice they look on her, with that not too deep, but sexy voice of his, just before he slipped them off— 

She drew in a breath and closed the drawer. The wet feeling down below becoming more acute, as did the tingly sensation just above that. 

Focus woman, she told herself, turning back towards the bed. 

Halfway home, and after an agonizing afternoon of thinking, she decided on what she would do tonight. What she wanted to do.



Fate at First Sight Ch. 05



-5- 

Alyss stepped off the elevator into BRs followed by the group riding along with her. All the way up, she felt the eyes of every man in there upon her. She even glimpsed the look of disgust one woman gave the man she was with after catching him checking her out. 

Before leaving, she took a few minutes to fluff up her flat hair and touch up her face, then don one inch heel pumps. She didn't want to be any taller than him. A small blue purse hung from her shoulder. Within it the bare necessities for the evening. Also before leaving, she decided to stuff in a condom. Two exactly. Just in case, and hoping both would be used. 

The only thing no one could see was her heart beating faster than normal and the feelings of anticipation and fear swirling within her. 

I need a drink, she said to herself, stopping at the end of the bar nearest the elevator. I need to calm down or I'm going to look like some girlish idiot fresh off the farm and never been laid. 

"Hey Alyss," the young bartender spouted, drying his hands. 

"Hey Chris. Can I get some rum." 

Chris nodded. "Neat? On Ice? Soda back?" 

"Just ice and... make it a double." 

Chris felt a bit surprised. "Okay." 

"Make that two." 

Alyss turned to see one of the men from the elevator standing next to her. He was young, short dirty blond hair, clean shaven save for a small triangle of hair below his mouth. 

"Meant to say hi in the elevator," he said. "But kind'a crowded in there, you know." 

Alyss looked up at him and smiled politely. She then turned to see another young man standing slightly behind him. 

"So you here with friends maybe?" the first man asked. 

Alyss drew in a breath, then thought a moment before speaking. 

Didn't even introduce himself first. Just dove right in to see if I was alone. 

"Yes. Actually. Invited to a private party," she said. That should blow him off. 

The man nodded. "My friend here and I..." 

The elevator doors opened up again. Alyss looked over to see if Kayden stepped out, totally ignoring the man no doubt trying to bed her as he went on about why they were here. It was only one of the waitresses stepping out bearing food from the restaurant below. 

"That's nice," Alyss said, turning to the bar and her drink. 

"So like, if your party starts to suck, just hook up with us if you want." 

Alyss took a long pull of her straight, on ice rum before answering. "Thank you for the invite." She looked at him and his friend."I'll keep that in mind." 

He smiled back, taking up his own drink, placing some cash on the bar. "I'll get mine and that one for her." 

"Thank you," Alyss spouted, giving a goodbye smile. 

"No problem." He and his mute friend wandered off. 

Alyss turned back to the bar. She took a sip this time, not wanting to get buzzed before seeing Kayden. 

Just be calm, Alyss told herself. Walk up to him. Let him check you out. Start talking business. Graphics. Find out if he's single. Let him know you are too. 

Just knowing he would be there began arousing her as the rum ever so slightly warmed her up. She closed her eyes. There he was, on top of her, staring into her eyes, the warm feel of his skin against her and in her. She imagined the sensation of him slowly moving in and out of her. How good it would feel. Then him going down on her. Kissing her— 

"Bet you get a lot of that." 

Alyss opened up her eyes and turned. The older man sitting next to her looked twice her age and three times her weight. At least he had the foresight to shave and not keep a scrap of hair on his face that made little sense to her. Of course, she could see him checking out her butt as she looked at him. 

Not wanting to get into a conversation with him, she just smiled, then returned to her drink. Sipping slowly, hoping the older man didn't try talking to her again, she thought it was Kayden's reflection in the mirror behind the bar between the bottles of imported scotch. 

She turned. Glancing towards the patio stood a man with dark hair and plain white shirt conversing with others. But it wasn't him. 

Great, she told herself, looking back towards the elevator. I'm I that desperate or just— 

Regina stepped off the elevator followed by a few others wanting to enjoy happy hour. 

Seeing Alyss standing near the bar, she put on a smile. However, seeing what Alyss had on, she became puzzled as she approached. 

"Hey Alyss," Regina said, stopping next to her, taking in her. "Glad you could make it. And... nice outfit. Didn't think you were going home first." 

Alyss looked at her and thought of an excuse. "Oh. This. Well," she reached back for her drink, unaware the older man hanging onto her every word, and checking out Regina's short skirt as well. "I grabbed some coffee right after work. Needed my fix you know." 

"Okay," Regina said as Alyss took a sip. 

"And then, ha ha, stupid me! Spilt the thing all over me. Soaked my shirt, pants. Didn't want to come here looking like I just... you know!" 

"I see." Regina summoned the bartender. 

"Ran home and threw this on." 

"Good choice," the older man added. 

Alyss and Regina glanced at him. Their smiles just as fake as their interest in him. 

"Well," Regina began. "Everything's square with Mr. James—" 

"Is he here?" Alyss cut in, wide eyed in anticipation. 

Regina looked at her. "I... I don't know. He said he had something to do before coming as well." 

"Oh." Alyss took down some more rum as Regina ordered white wine, her drink of choice. 

Calm down woman, Alyss thought, staring at the floor. 

"You ladies looking forward to a few drinks after work?" the man next to them asked. 

Alyss didn't want to answer. She let Regina handle this one. 

"Private party," Regina said with a smile. 

The man nodded. 

"And maybe we need to get there, see if they need help setting up," Alyss added. 

Regina grabbed her wine. "Yes. Lets." 

She led the way. Alyss followed, leaving the man behind without another word. 

The two headed away, weaving around and through others enjoying a few after work. The whole time, Alyss felt numerous eyes upon her. But it was not their attention she desired. 

"Have to say, the old farts right. Nice choice of outfit," Regina noted as they walked. 

"Thanks." 

"You should do that more often. You got the legs for it." 

Hopefully Kayden will think the same thing! He won't be able not to see me! Alyss thought, still believing that Regina's were much more toned than her's. 

They turned towards the rear of the bar. There a small hallway lead to several rooms people could rent for private parties. 

"We're in the first room," Regina said, slowing down. 

Halfway there, the two paused, waiting for a few in a small group to make way for them. Among them, Alyss notice the same guy from a month before. He had on a different, but an equally tight shirt. She kept her eyes on the floor. Sipping her drink, she hoped he didn't see her. Unfortunately, they had to stop and wait. Some in the group were oblivious to others wanting to pass by. 

"Nice digs," the one, overly buffed man said. 

Alyss looked at him and smiled. 

Please, not tonight! Not now. If Kayden saw me talking to this guy he might think I'll into guys like that. 

No such luck. He stepped toward her. 

"I don't know if you remember me," he said, looking over Regina as well. 

Alyss finished her drink. She nodded, but refrained from actually talking to him. 

"You and your friend," he gave Regina a smile, "are welcomed to join us. We're all just here relaxing." 

Regina looked him over. "Thanks. But we have a private office party to go to." 

The man took a sip of his beer. "Sounds cool. But if I hear the words 'shots' I might find my way in there!" 

Regina spouted out a diminutive, feigned laugh. Alyss said nothing. It might encourage him. 

Finally the sea of people parted. With a now empty glass in hand Alyss followed Regina by the group. A low tone whistle sprang out from behind her. At the entrance to the small hallway, Alyss saw a drink tray full of empty glasses sitting in an alcove. She stopped and sat her's upon it. 

"Nothing like a room full of desperate men," Regina observed, watching Alyss. 

Alyss let out a sigh. "God no." 

"Of course, the only thing worse would be a room full of horny women!" 

I know the feeling, Alyss thought but dared not give any indication of how she felt at that moment, or since walking in for that matter. 

"Dressed like like that knowing you got the goods they want under that doesn't help," Regina observed. 

Alyss looked back over towards the main area. Two men with two women were staring at her, with ever so slight smiles on their faces. Neither was Kayden. 

Normally use to such attention, frustration began growing within her, brought on by anticipation and unwanted diversions. Alyss adjusted her dress. 

"Well, let's just get back and..." she shook her head, taking in a few deep breaths. 

"You okay?" Regina asked. 

"Yeah. Yeah." 

Alyss shot passed her, striding down the hall. She wanted to be the first person Kayden saw when he showed up. 

"Can't believe it sometimes!" Alyss vented as they neared the door to the first room. Upon turning in, she just let it out. "I swear. Are all the men here tonight losers—" 

She looked up and gasped, stopping just inside the doorway. 

Everyone in there stared at her and Regina just behind. Several of her coworkers, some of them in fact men, fell silent, stunned at her pronouncement. 

Kayden stood among them, still dressed in the light colored blazer. 

Wide eyed, Alyss stared back at him, her mouth half open, hands raised halfway up in a gesture of surprise. She stood speechless and in shock. 

Equally surprised, Regina felt the silence cutting through the air and bearing down on them. She smiled and put her arm around Alyss. 

"Except for all the men here! Ha ha!" she said. With clenched teeth and a forced smile, she leaned over close to her friend's ear. "What are you doing, Alyss?" 

Alyss said nothing, fixated on Kayden looking back at her. Embarrassed and still in shock, she just stared at him. He smiled back. His face never once frowning or giving her the same look most others just did. 

"I'm... ah..." Alyss spat out, never taking her eyes off Kayden. "I'm... having... a bad... day. Excuse me." 

She turned and left back down the hall. 

Regina looked at her for a moment, then walked into the room. "Mr. James, glad to see you here..." 

Alyss all but flew back towards the bar. Towards the restrooms and sanctuary. Cursing herself all the way there. 

Oh My God! Oh My God! Oh My God! What did I just do! He heard me! I called him a loser! A loser! Now he'll never... 

In an instant, all the feelings of expectancy, hope and arousal filling her all evening flushed themselves away. Now, only embarrassment, fear and fright consumed her. 

I did it again! I did it again! Why can't I just shut up sometimes! 

# 

Regina shot into the ladies room just as a few other women were leaving. Once in, she quickly scanned the bathroom. Seeing no one, she began peeking under each door of the stalls, seeking out one particular pair of shoes. In the last stall, there they were. She stood directly in front of it. 

"Are you purposely trying to ruin things for me with Mr. James, Alyss?" she said, hands on her hips, her voice vibrating off the smooth, stainless steel door to the stall. "And Mr. Zuel who was standing in the back?" 

No answer. Regina continued. "Calling people losers? Not very bright idea in a room full of coworkers and a client!" 

A shuffling noise came from behind the door, followed by that of the latch. She stepped back, taking in a breath and readying herself to use the air now in her lungs to continue the inquisition. When she saw Alyss behind the open door, tears in her eyes and running down her cheeks, she said nothing. 

Alyss walked out of the stall and shuffled towards the sinks, tissues in hand. 

"I am so... so sorry Regina," she said, her voice low and shaky. Regina followed. "I... I don't know what's come over me. Ever since... ever since..." 

Alyss propped herself upon the marble counter around the sinks, facing the mirror. Regina came around, staring at her in confusion. 

"Since what Alyss? What. The. Hell is going on?" 

Alyss took in a breath, head still hanging low. There was no use hiding it. 

"I haven't..." Alyss began. "Ever since I first saw... saw him I can't..." 

"Saw who, Alyss? Can't what?" 

Alyss looked at herself in the mirror. Her puffy, reddened eyes stared back. 

"I don't even know why I feel this way. Again. About him. After I saw him that first time... here..." 

Regina stepped closer to her, ready to ask to be more specific, raising her hand and pointing at the counter. Then it dawned on her. She drew back. One by one, the pieces fell together. 

"That first time I saw Mr. James -Kayden- too," she began, looking off towards the stalls. "I saw you sitting there, talking with Billy." She looked back at Alyss. "I just thought you were, you know, just people watching. Then," she shook her head, "avoiding him, or me and him, or talking about him. And today when you," she let out a slight huff, recalling how Alyss stared at his crotch, "were acting like you finally got meet your crush, checking him out, staring at his junk." 

Alyss said nothing. Regina had figured it all out. 

"I take it you didn't spill any coffee on you today, did you?" Regina asked. 

Alyss gently shook her head. "No. I just thought—" 

"You do know he's a client?" Regina injected in a soft, compassionate voice. 

"I know! I know! And... I didn't care. I thought," Alyss looked into the mirror again, "I could get away with it. No one would find out." She stared Regina straight in the eyes. "That's how bad it got for me and... him. I came here tonight to... to seduce him, if I even know how to do that. And I don't even know if he married, dating, gay! God! How pathetic of me." She looked at the floor. "I can sell our company's services. Design the most eye catching stuff. Negotiate deals with clients. I can deal with those guys hitting on me and trying to just fuck me, but can't stop my pussy from doing all the thinking when it comes to him!" 

Taken aback a bit by her choice of words, some she never heard Alyss ever utter, any anger within Regina fell away. She put her hand on Alyss' shoulder. 

"You're not pathetic. There's a room full of people out there who've won that prize." Regina lowered her head. "You're just guilty of being human. With feelings. Wants. Hormones." 

Alyss wiped her eyes and turned back towards the mirror. "And I can't even explain those. And the thing I did... with Russell. God. I'm so ashamed." 

Regina drew back, propping her hips upon the counter. "What do you mean? With Russell?" 

"I sat there all night looking at Kayden. Three. Four. Five drinks. I don't remember. Then I had to leave. I felt so..." Alyss drew in a deep breath. "I go so... horny. Watching him. Just watching him! If I'd had one more I would of went over and jumped him right there." 

"And Russ?" 

"All I wanted to do was get home and screw myself senseless. Get it all out of me." 

"And Russ?" Regina asked again. 

Alyss look at the sink, that shameful feeling returning. "He saw me leave and offered me a ride home. On the way I actually asked if we could go to his place." 

Regina's mouth shot open. "You guys hooked up?" 

"We didn't hook up Regina," Alyss added, ashamed. "All I did was sit there on all fours while he..." 

Regina's eyes widened, awaiting more details as Alyss continued. 

"I remember him wanting to be all romantic. Take it slow. I tried to tell myself to leave but..." 

"But what?" 

"But all wanted him to do was screw me. That's how horny I was. And when he was... he was just like a machine. Behind me." 

"A machine?" 

"Just pumping away at me." 

"Pumping!" Regina felt herself getting aroused from the mental picture. She crossed her legs slightly. 

"Like he wasn't even there! All I could think about was Kayden. And I didn't even know his name then! I can't believe I was having sex with Russ and thinking about another man!" 

Regina thought of something to say, glancing at the stalls. Congratulating her on bedding a guy like Russ seemed inappropriate at the moment. "Well, it happens. I mean, you saw this Kayden guy—" 

"Even when Russ went down on me, all I thought about was Kayden!" 

Regina whipped her head back around, eyes shot wide open. She drew in a breath, her heart beating faster, pointing down at Alyss crotch, her own starting to ache a bit. 

"He... he went down on you. Like... tounge and—" 

"Even after I came, I just rolled onto the bed, thinking about him. Like Russ hadn't even been there." 

"He made you come!" 

"Regina!" Alyss spouted, looking at her. "I was so ashamed when I woke up the next morning. Thank God he wasn't there!" She turned back to stare at the sink one again. "Then tonight. All this. Embarrassing myself in front of my friends, coworkers... Kayden." 

Despite the mental image Russ repeating such a performance on her, Regina saw the look on Alyss' face and the long, deep, painful stare in her eyes. She stepped over and put her arm around her. 

"I'm sorry Alyss," she said in a consoling tone. 

Alyss looked up and into the mirror. 

"You know," she began, "not the first time I put myself through this..." 

Regina stood mute as her friend gave the highlights of the story. 

But in her mind, Alyss relived the whole thing, as though it happened yesterday.



Fate at First Sight Ch. 06



-6- 

Some years earlier... 

Alyss and her roommate Valerie sat in lounge chairs not far from the pool, they and the others living in the student apartment complex enjoying a weekend away from school. Both wore bikinis. Alyss a pink one, tied onto her young body by strings dangling off the top and bottom parts; Valerie a jet black, skimpier outfit than her friend. Both had the boys, and some of the girls there, checking them out as they passed by. 

Alyss didn't notice that, knowing she and her friend would be checked out like all the other girls there. Instead, she watched Darius get out of the pool. 

He raised himself out. Through her sunglasses, she watched him flex his arms and chest as he rose up, the water upon his skin glistening in the sun. His young, moderate athletic build gave him a fit look. Alyss thought it complemented the dark, wavy hair atop his youthful face and the little bit adorning his chest. 

God, Alyss thought, unconsciously sticking the tip of her finger in her mouth, watching him walk towards a chair near the water. That's so hot. 

She crossed her legs, that ever so subtle feeling she would get below her clean shaven mound coming back. 

Seeing him in class, around campus, studying, talking about computers and graphic designing or when hanging with friends was one thing. This was another. The water dripping off him. His soaked shorts hugging his hips and crotch. 

"You need to stop eye fucking him and go for it," Valerie said, noticing how Alyss stared at Darius, no doubt mentally undressed him as he stopped and dried off. 

Alyss was doing just that as she continued to smile, but didn't take her eyes off him. 

"I'm waiting for him to make the first move," Alyss said, the tip of her finger still in her mouth. 

Valerie turned and let out a huff. "You might be waiting a while. And some other girl might beat you to him." 

"Like you maybe?" Alyss asked, watching Darius run his hand through his wet hair. 

"Not my type. At least for dating," Valerie said also watching him. "I might fuck him but—" 

"Val!" Alyss spouted turning towards her. 

Valerie gave her a mischievous smile. "Don't worry. I'll save him for you. Because friend," she paused, pointing at Darius, "you really need to get laid." 

Both let out a small girlish giggle, then looked back over at Darius. He saw them and smiled, giving both ladies a small wave. 

Valerie turned and looked at Alyss. She noticed that all her friend did was give him a glance with a subdued smile, then look down at her feet, attempting to appear uninterested. Turning back towards Darius, she gave him a small wave, then motioned him toward her. 

Alyss looked up to notice him slowly walking their way. A sudden shutter of anticipation shot through her. She looked at Valerie and the roguish smile on her face. 

"Don't say I never help a friend out," Valerie said. "And why let that bikini you have on go to waste." 

"What?" Alyss spouted, then turned back to see Darius almost upon them. She took in his smile and dark stubble surrounding his lips and cheeks. Then she looked down at his slender abs, below which rested his still wet shorts. Alyss took particular notice of the bulge thereon. 

With teenage shyness, she looked away, reaching down for a textbook next to the chair. Having planned on doing some studying, the book had gone untouched. Darius' almost naked body distracted her all afternoon. 

"How you girls doing?" Darius asked as he stopped between the two chairs. 

Valerie looked at him. "Catching some rays. Aren't we Alyss?" 

Both Valerie and Darius looked at her. 

Having heard everything they said, Alyss looked up from her now open book and gave Darius a smile. "Yeah. Just catching some sun. And you?" 

"Same thing. Wana get away from school for a bit, ya know." 

Alyss soaked up his young voice, but said nothing. She just stared at him. 

Valerie noticed the look on her face and her silence. 

"Plus, this gives Alyss a chance to try out her new bikini," Valerie said. 

Darius gave her a look, then glanced back at Alyss. "Wow. It looks hot on you Alyss." 

His compliment added to her already aroused body. She felt her nipples harden as they pressed against her top. 

"Thanks. Darius," she said, then returned to pretending to read. 

Darius turned back to Val. She nodded her head towards Alyss, then slowly and silently mouthed the words 'go for it' enunciating each word so Darius got the point. 

He did. 

"Hey Alyss," he began, looking back at her, "you got those notes from Mr. Hall's class from last week? I can't find mine and we got that quiz on Monday." 

Alyss looked up at him with eagerness. "Ah yeah! I mean... sure." She took off her sunglasses and sat the book on her lap. "We can hit the library tonight if you want. I like almost forgot about that quiz too!" 

Darius grimaced. "Well, if you can, can I get 'em now. I'd like to get a head start. I mean..." 

"Sure. Sure!" Alyss stood up. Once on her feet, she felt her bottom bunching up on her butt. She ran her fingers along the back of her bikini and each cheek to straighten it out. 

Darius did not fail to notice her actions. 

"Thanks, Alyss. Led the way." 

Darius gave Valerie a look as he stepped towards Alyss. Valerie put on a slight smirk. 

Alyss began walking away with Darius right next to her. As they moved towards the main building, she turned and gave her friend one last look. 

Valerie held her hand to her face, making a V with two fingers. She pressed them against her lips and wiggling her tongue between them. 

# 

Alyss entered first. The whole way up, she and Darius went on about what a douche Professor Hall was. 

"I got them on my laptop," she said as Darius closed the door to her small bedroom. He watched her go to her dresser, atop which sat her computer. Behind it a large mirror gave Alyss a place to groom herself. 

"I should do the same, you know," Darius added. "Maybe that's why I'm glad I know you. Without you, I'd be lost sometimes." 

Alyss let out a chuckle as she began powering up her laptop. She then looked into the mirror. There she noted how Darius' eyes appeared planted on her behind. His compliment and the fact he was checking her out caused her heart to beat a bit faster. Once again, she reached down and straightened out her bikini. This time she deliberately moved her fingers a bit slower along the hem of the panty-like bottom, all the while watching Darius smile and never once taking his eyes off her. 

He's checking me out! He's checking me out! she thought, attempting to hide her giddiness. 

He was, glancing at her backside, eyeing her index fingers move along her perfect ass. The pink bikini bottom hugged her hips and butt to near perfection. 

Done giving Darius a playful display, she needed her hands to tap away on the laptop. 

"You know," Darius said, stepping up behind her, "I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend." 

His question caught her off guard. She drew in a breath, seeing Darius approach her in the mirror. Noting the mild shock on her face, she put on a smile. 

"Why... why would you say that?" 

Darius looked at her reflection and smiled. "Well, you're smart. Like I said, I'd be lost without your notes. And you are great looking. I mean..." He got right behind Alyss. "This is the first time I've seen you this way, and have 'ta say..." 

Alyss hung onto his every word. Their eyes meet the others in the mirror. Her body responded by tensing up, awaiting his next verbal compliment, his dark eyes mesmerizing her. 

"Say... say what?" she finally asked. Her desire to hear his opinion of her body became too great. 

He did not speak. He just placed his hands on her arms, giving them a gentle squeeze. 

Alyss took in a quick breath, his touch sending a sudden rush through her. She then froze as his hands moved up and down. Goose bumps flooded over her skin. The muscles within her sweetness clenched themselves together. The wetness they produced added to the thrumming within her hips. 

"Da... Darius," she feebly sputtered out. Thoughts raced through her mind. 

Are we... we going... to do... IT! 

With one hand he moved her long hair to the side, exposing her neck. He then leaned in and kissed her neck. 

Nearly petrified, she stood there with his warm, wet lips upon her skin. The small computer in front of her all but forgotten. 

Darius looked back up. "If you don't like this, just tell me to stop." 

Wide eyed, Alyss stared back at his reflection. A flood of emotions ripped through her. Hesitation, anticipation and supplication mixed with each other. 

"I... I...," she said, a smile slowly coming to her lips. 

Darius turned her around. There, face to face, he moved in and kissed her on the lips. His mouth softly pressed against hers. 

She didn't resist. His kiss sent another quiver through her. Although her virginity was long gone, that first time feeling came roaring back, as though it was Darius about to take away her innocence and deflower her. 

Drawing back they gazed at each other. Darius noticed a bit of shock within her star struck eyes. He smiled. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he then asked. "I mean, if you don't like this—" 

"No!" Alyss all but shouted. "I mean... I like it. You. God I do! I just mean..." She put one hand on his hip, the other upon his chest, gently massaging it. "I didn't think... you were..." 

"Into you," Darius said. "Why wouldn't I be? Your hot, smart and I figured the way I catch you looking at me that you... want to hook up. I thought it 'bout time to find out if you into me." 

Alyss drew in a quick breath, her racing heart needing the added oxygen. The sense of anticipation and desire almost overwhelmed her. The tingly, achy feeling between her legs became a torrent. The one young man whom she could not but keep from wanting was now here, kissing her, coming onto her. 

He leaned in again and kissed her. This time it was no press of the lips. He reached around and drew her in, pressing lips and chest against hers. 

Alyss lost all inhibitions and doubts. It was here and now. Her body trembled as they embraced. The sensation of him pulling loose her bikini top sent yet another wave of desire through her. And again, she did not resist. 

She felt him draw back. Looking deeply into his eyes, she let him take off her top. He then glanced at her naked breast and smiled. 

"I always knew you had nice ones," he said, looking back up at her. He then cupped each with his hands, leaning in and kissing her again. 

Alyss put her hands over his, pressing them harder onto her perky, erect nipples. His kiss was yet again a deep one, thrilling her even more as she moved her hands around his back. He did the same, his hands sweeping over her goose bump covered skin. Pressing together, she felt his bulge against her mound. An acute ache of desire soared through her. She lifted up her leg, wrapping it around him as they stood there. Kissing him with zeal, she began grinding her crotch against his. 

With a sudden swish, Alyss felt Darius lift her up ever so slightly, then turn her back towards the bed. Almost straddling him their lips never parted as he took a step forward,. By now the shy, youthful yearning for him had now become a scalding desire, leaving her devoid of all other emotions. 

Darius laid her onto the bed. Still embracing, he dug his crotch between her legs, both of which now wrapped against the still wet shorts covering his hips. Needing air to continue his carnal assault, Darius propped himself up over her. Her beaming smile and wide, desirable eyes looked back up at him. 

She found no words to say as the puffs of his warm breath moved over her face. The smell the chlorine from the pool covered him. Alyss took in the clean, crisp odor with each breath, along with his dark eyes. 

Both continued to breathe heavily as they grinded each other. Mid pluse, a thought suddenly hit Alyss. She drew in a deep breath. 

"Do you have... have... protection?" she asked between her panting. 

Darius slowed his pelvic motions. 

"Was hoping you did," he said with a continued smile. 

"Yes! Yes!" Alyss spouted with joy, unwrapping her legs. "I mean..." A bit of shame came over her, realizing after the fact it might make her sound easy. "I keep some... you know... just in case—" 

Darius leaned in and kissed her. An explanation was unnecessary. Again she wrapped his warm body in her arms. 

Releasing his lip lock, she felt Darius move down her body. She watched him as he knelt on the floor next to the bed, his body positioned between her legs. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched him reach for the strings holding her bikini bottom on. With a strand of pink lace in each hand, he pulled them outward. Once loose, he placed his hands on her stomach. 

Alyss arched her back and gasped. The sensation of his hands and sight of Darius removing her bikini bottom causing both. But her eyes remained fixed on him. The look on his face as her smooth, bare lips came into view alone gave her that extra vibe of pleasure. He then looked up at her and smiled. 

"Always knew you had a nice pussy too," he said, then leaned forward and licked her lips from bottom to top. 

Alyss drew in a breath as her head shot back, her spine arching more as his tongue then fondled her engorged lips. His dirty words and his moist touch nearly brought her to orgasm right then and there as her deep, echoing moan filled the room. 

With the ripple of her near climax still assaulting her, she looked back down at him. 

"Oh fuck!" she spat out, watching Darius lick her again. 

He looked up at her, noting the excited, yet fearful look on her face. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Never been eaten out?" 

Alyss cringed and smiled, speaking between breaths of bliss. "Ah... yeah... but... you... you're doing it so... good." 

Not wanting to look like a complete virgin, she lied. She'd been laid, but no man had ever partaken of her Y till now. The first time she ever felt the tongue of a man dance around her young cleft then enter her. She got wetter with each passing moment. Having long fantasized about it only heightened the feelings pulsing through her. Adding to the thrill, it was Darius doing it. 

As he dove back in, she leaned back, a wave of pleasure shooting up her spine. She raised her hips slightly, pushing her dampened, swollen lips into his face, wiggling them back and forth as his mouth did the same. 

Alyss spat out a grunting moan with each twist of his mouth. The feel of her warm juice running down and back along her naked butt only added to her aroused body. 

The sudden end to his own moist lips moving away caused Alyss to glance back down. She saw Darius stand. Still smiling at her, he removed his swimsuit. 

Alyss watched as his shorts came off, his one leg kicking them to the side. His cock now fully in view. She looked at it, enthralled by it, unable to avert her eyes. He then moved onto the bed, towards the headboard. All the while she remained fixated on his half erect manhood, an unexplainable, almost animalistic desire for it consumed her. The knowledge he would soon be hers only increased the fervor she felt. 

Darius situated himself on the bed as Alyss sat up on her knees and drew next to him. He leaned back onto one of the pillows, watching as she put one hand on his chest, the other on his stomach. She began caressing both. 

Alyss took her eyes off his package and peered into his happy eyes. Now flat on his back, he held her hand upon his chest with one of his, the other on the back of his head. She returned her attention back to his young, virile tool. Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around it and slowly began stroking the firming flesh. 

He let out a slight moan. But Alyss did not look at his face. Her attention remained fixed on her hand and its contents as she continued to pump it ever so gently. The smooth head atop the shaft grew bigger with each stroke. So too did the rest of his tool, expanding within her hand, increasing the measure of each vertical caress. Her body reacted, a thirst for more pleasure growing as his erection did. 

"Suck it if you want," she heard Darius say in a low voice. "I bet you give great blow jobs." 

With such a compliment, Alyss turned and gave him a smile. Moving back slightly, she scooted towards his hips, momentarily releasing her hold upon him. In position over his crotch, she pulled her hair back around her head, wanting Darius to see the upcoming action. With her other hand, she again took hold of him. She leaned in, staring at his swollen, slightly purple head. Moistening her mouth, she gave Darius one more look and innocent smile. 

Turning back, Alyss dipped her head onto him. His warmth slowly filled her mouth. Not wanting Darius to know she was no expert at giving oral, she took it slow, attempting to please him in every way, letting her lips run over his flesh. With a bobbing motion of her head, she went up and down halfway, pausing now and then to caress its crown. She moved the tip of her tongue as to dance around the rim the head. 

With the full extent of his arousal within her mouth and hand helping pump it, she made a slight, slurping sound with each jounce. She then felt his hand on her butt. The sensation caused her to moan through her cock filled mouth. Then, as he inserted two fingers into her, her body buckled, sending her head all the way down. She expelled another moan. This one deeper, complimenting the thrill his fingers rendered within her. 

His fingers moved in and out of her wet slit as she went further down onto his shaft with each dive. Soon his warm, swollen head hit the back of her mouth. Not wanting to gag, she slowed a bit, letting his tip ever so gently caress the top of her throat before raising her head. She never let him out of her mouth. 

Within moments the taste of his salt tinged precum tingled her throat. This meant one thing. 

Leaning back up, she looked at Darius, flicking the errant strands of hair over her face to the side. His fingers continued to work her lips. She continued to pumping him, wiggling her hips. Staring at him, her mouth hung slightly open, shooting out staccato breaths that matched the beat of her racing heart. Darius smiled. 

"Wana fuck now?" he asked. 

That sent Alyss' mouth, eyes and body ablaze. His question nearly as orgasmic as the act itself. 

She shot up and over his legs. Moving towards the dresser, Darius watched her naked body all the way. 

Retrieving a condom from a small, silk bag she kept in the top drawer, Alyss turned and gave him another smile. Warm fluid flowed noticeably down her leg. Now with protection in hand, she jaunted back, bounding onto the bed and straddling his legs. There, in giddy anticipation, she tried opening the package to place its contents onto his. 

Darius watched her fumble away. He then propped himself up upon his elbows. 

"Here," he said, reaching for the small packet. "Let me." 

She let him take it. He laid back down, opening the wrapper and pulling out the light colored condom. As he did so, she again took him in hand and pumped, making sure his girth did not subside during the interlude. Each passing second seemed an eternity. To continue her flow, she pressed her throbbing crotch over one of his legs and rotated her hips upon it. Her sense of anticipation grew with each second as he placed the protective cover on. Once donned, Darius reached down and took hold of her thighs, pulling her towards. 

Alyss needed no encouragement. She raised herself up and positioned her hole over his awaiting pole. Taking it with one hand, she slowly squatted, guiding him into her. Not wanting to rush, she only allowed the head in. Pausing for a moment, she let the thrill of that first entry sprint through her. She held her breath and closed her eyes. Moving down, she let him all in. 




Fate at First Sight Ch. 06



Her hips withered upon him in an instant of almost virginal pleasure. A bewitching warmth flew from her groin to her head, then back down. Her head and eyes rolled back as she expelled a relaxing, satisfying moan. 

After all the self-pleasure and pillow humping, staring at his pictures on his social media page, it was everything she imagined. 

Breathing again, she rotated her hips, adding to the fervor he wrought and within her, wanting her nub of a clit protruding from the top of her lips to get its fair share of stimulation. Glancing back down at him, she took in his determined look of pleasure. He next began pumping up and down. 

Alyss put her hands upon his as they move from her thighs to her hips. She raised herself up slightly, allowing him more room to go in and out. Fixated on both his face and the drive of awe coursing through her, she let him pump away, feeling her young, firm breast gently bounce with each push. 

She let Darius take her. Take over the motion giving her so much pleasure. Take over the pace of the encounter. Allow him to slow down or speed up. Straddling him, her fluid provided him a frictionless, pleasing course, unimpeded by and doubt or hesitation on her part. Her only desire now was to accommodate his motion of choice. 

He needed no prodding. Her stuttering moan the only confirmation needed. His own breath came in and out in almost perfect rhythm with his thrusting. 

Alyss leaned forward. Now over him on all fours, she raised her hips even more. She looked at him, panting and moaning, mouth half open. But their eyes did not meet. She saw him fixated on the action below. Lowering her head, she too took in the sight and watched him go in and out. Another first for her. Previous encounters, including her first, didn't allow her such a visual. They were too short, or from behind, or in her darkened bedroom of her boyfriend. To see it, and Darius doing it, absorbing him, compounded the euphoria. 

"Oh... fuck... Oh... fuck..." she moaned as his humping continued unabated. She looked back up, eyes rolled back into her head. "Fuuuuuuck! Meeeeeee!" 

She did not see Darius smile. The only sensations assaulting her were his pounding. The friction upon her hardened clit. The thumping of flesh. The squeaking sounds from the bed. The moans her gaping mouth let out. 

Darius slowed his pace. He went all in, then twisted their bodies to the side. Her rapture left Alyss powerless to resist. 

On her back and he over her, Alyss took hold of his head and stared into his eyes. As if to get even more of him within her, she spread her legs. He rewarded her with a deep thrust. She spat out another moan as thanks. 

He moved slowly at first, getting his legs into the just right position to continue stoking her moistness. He planted his knees upon the sheets. Straighten his back. Stiffened his arms. Now ready, his hip moved up and down. 

Alyss again let him go at her. With him above, his vehement pulse coaxed yet more rapid, pulsing moans from her. The warm tickle his friction within her wrought began growing. Her heart, mind and body took in the excitement, a sense of fulfillment almost complete. 

"Oh... Darius... Darius..." Alyss spattered out, ecstasy robbing her of proper enunciation. 

He smiled at her, but did not slow down, feeling her legs slowly wrapping around him, then cradling and tugging his hips into her. As he watched the joy in her eyes and panting moans, he bit his lower lip. That peculiar feeling began growing in his groin. 

Alyss saw him slow and straighten up, but never left her. She moved her legs to the side, again spreading them. Without missing one burst into her, Darius clenched her inner thighs and continued. 

"God... Darius... I... I..." 

Darius smiled, enjoying the ardent smile upon her glowing face. 

"Are you... are you," he said between thrusts. "Going... to... come?" 

Without telling her, he was about to, his shot making its way through him. 

The smile on Alyss' face grew as she reached for his hips to assist his movements. She gently shook her head. 

"No... I... fuck... I..." 

Darius listened as she attempted to speak, her words interrupted by her heaving breathing and delight. He paused for a moment, absorbing what she did finally say. Nearing climax himself, he then pressed on. 

As he punched harder, Alyss too felt that quivering burn in her crotch and lower back. 

"I said... I said..." she began again. 

Darius did not let her words deter him. Instead, he watched her bouncing breasts. His seed raced upwards with each stroke into her. Biting his lower lip, he closed his eyes. 

Through her own glazed eyes, she saw the slight grimace on his face and teeth digging into his lower lip. Her own orgasm slowly approaching, she did not ask him to slow. Instead, she placed her palms on the thumping bed, taking him in. She let the feeling he provided roam over her body. Leaning back forward and propping himself up, his thrusting cadence quickened. She felt the entirety of his effort go all in, expanding as he did so. A damp slapping noise and his huffing inundated the bedroom. 

He suddenly shouted out a short moan, eyes closed and pushing forward. 

Alyss took in each of his ejaculating dives. Each heave reached deep within her, then retreated, only to do so again with diminished force. His mouth hung open, one gasp followed by another. Slowly, his eyes opened. She smiled at his sexually fulfilled eyes just above her as they gazed back. 

Reaching up, she began caressing his cheeks. Both caught their breaths, the warm air from each bouncing off the other. 

Without a word, Darius pulled himself out. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he began removing the fluid filled condom, a sticky wetness covering it. 

Alyss sat up behind him, scooting her hips as close to his butt as possible, wanting her lips to touch his skin once more. The movement of her near climax had reached her tummy and still burned in and around her labia, the tingling within them still strong. She placed her hands on his shoulders, then leaned her head against the back of his. 

"Thank you, Darius," she said in a low, thankful voice. 

Darius turned his head. "You're welcome. You were awesome." 

Alyss let out a small laugh then wrapped her arms around him. 

"First time any boy called me awesome after doing it," she said. 

She then tried to kiss his cheek. But he stood up and walked naked towards the small bathroom. Sitting on the bed, she reached down to her mound with both hands as Darius disposed of his soiled cover. Stepping back out, Alyss watched him find his shorts, noticing his staff just as diminished as her own clit she slowly fingered. 

"So," she said as he donned the shorts, "you want to do something tonight?" The thought of studying for the quiz on Monday never crossed her mind. 

Tying up the swimsuit, he looked at her and put on a feeble smile as he spoke. 

"Ah? Got plans with my friends. A boys night out. You understand? Right?" 

Her smile was just as forced. "Yeah. I... I understand. I mean, this is new for us. Take it slow. Right?" 

"Yeah. Yeah. Take it slow," he answered. He looked around for his pool slippers. Once on his feet he headed for the door. 

Alyss remained speechless. Her fingers unconsciously fiddled the entrance to her empty core. Her face went from happy confusion to just plain confusion. 

Halfway to the front door he turned and spoke but did not stop. "And again, you were awesome." 

She tried to look happy. 

"Thank you... Darius," she said as he opened the door and left. 

Alone, the room —like her body— was now devoid of both the sounds and passion of carnal pleasure. 

She stared at the door in confusion. 

Was it... was it what I said? Did I just... 

Her self questioning now mixed with doubt. Worst of all, sitting there, wondering what went wrong, she was still horny.