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Alexandra Ch. 01

By: shadow_dreamer



Chapter One: Sweet Awakening

Alexandra laid upon the bed moaning to the pleasures her boyfriend's tongue was providing to her erect pinkish-brown nipple. One by one he lapped, licked and sucked, creating a warm moist feeling between her legs that grew with each minute. Curtis moved his attention from her large firm breasts down to her stomach past her waistline to her hips leaving a wet trail along the way. Her body tingled. 

"Tell me if you don't like what I'm doing and I'll stop, okay?" Curtis said as he nestled between her legs.

Playfully the young Alexie said, "I won't forget." She was nervous. The young eighteen year old had never gone this far with anyone before; in fact Curtis was her first. 

Curtis smiled briefly, in his mind he knew she would not tell him to stop unless she felt threatened and that would never happen. He looked down and watched his fingers began working on her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Slowly his hands achieved their mission and he was closer to achieving his goal. He wondered how she was able to get away with wearing such a tight, low, low cut pair of jeans when her parents kept a constant watchful eye on her. She probably hid it well under the long blouse she wore which he has removed and tossed aside earlier.

Removing her tight fitted jeans was well worth the effort. He was one step away from seeing his young girlfriend naked for the very first time. All that stood in his way was the tiny bikini panty she wore. He noticed a damp spot between her legs and could smell a light musky scent. It was perfume to him and it made his cock strain against the confines of his jeans.

The tall twenty year old lowered his mouth to kiss the dampness before him. Alexie's body reacted with a twitch. With his lips gently touching the damp material Curtis parted his lips and pressed his tongue against her pussy. A gasp followed by a long quivering sigh emerged from the depths of her mouth. Curtis knew she was heating up to this new experience and he wanted to savor every moment so he pulled away and looked up at her.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" he softly questioned.

All Alexie could bring herself to say was, "Please don't stop." Her eyes not only told him not to stop, they also showed something he had never seen before, a lustful plea for him to continue on. 

The tiny elastic band sat right above her pussy which ran across the sloping of her hips making it easy for Curtis to slip his fingers under the band and lower the tiny panty down. Alexie blushed and turned her head slightly, no one had ever done this to her before. She could not bring herself to watch her twenty-one year old boyfriend remove the last piece of clothing from her body. Her body flushed from shyness and embarrassment and uncertainty about the way her body looked to him. Curtis loved the way her young untouched body looked as she laid upon his bed. Alexie watched as he stood at the foot of the bed and tossed her panty aside. Between her legs below her neatly trimmed virgin pussy a glistening delight beckoned him to feast. She didn't bother to close her legs after he removed her panty. Curtis reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, lifted it up and over his head then tossed it aside, exposing his taut muscular chest and abs. The young virgin's mouth gaped open and she gasped at the sight of the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He saw her eyes looking at his crotch and wondered if she was going to tell him to stop. He hoped she wouldn't. Then he saw a hungry look in her grow as he unbuttoned, unzipped and removed his jeans. 

The sight of his hard cock stunned and scared the poor young woman; she had never seen a man's cock before and never imagined it could be so big, so long, so thick. "Oh my God" her mind screamed, "What am I to do? How will I, how can I, he's huge!" Her mind eased and she was brought back to reality when she saw him kneel down, move between her legs. The warmth of his breath upon her skin made her tingle. Then it happened, what she had imagined, fantasized, her tall, sun kissed tanned boyfriend placed his lips upon her pussy and kissed it tenderly. He made sure to cover her pussy with kisses, traveling up and down, around and on her damp virgin hole. His strong hands gently scooped up her ass and lifted them slightly giving him better access to do what he planned next.

"Ooh," Alexie softly said the moment she felt his tongue make contact with her pussy. 

It was a strange yet wonderful feeling his tongue gave her as he licked at her clit. Slowly he lapped at her tiny nub waiting to see what she would do; say or how she would react. The brunette reacted just as he had hoped. Her hips began to move slightly, he could hear her breathing change. Now that he knew she wouldn't object he stuck his tongue out and pushed it to the entrance of her hole. She shivered but didn't protest when he slowly pushed inward a little at a time then pull back before pushing forward again. Once he was able to bury his tongue as deep as he could he pumped his tongue in and out getting her ready for more, making her wetter. Indeed she felt her body react and the dampness mixed with his saliva turned wet. Alexie loved what he was doing to her with his tongue but she knew there would be more.

Slowly he removed his tongue from her hole then he rubbed his middle finger in the sticky liquid that seeped from it. He took his time moving his finger towards the opening, he hesitated thinking she would resist. How wrong he was. Alexie welcomed his finger into her virgin pussy and moaned. It was music to his ears hearing her moaning as his finger moved in and out. He later discovered she truly was a virgin when he buried his finger deep into her wet canal and felt the thin membrane that declared her virginity.

"You're a virgin," he raised his head to look at her.

Meekly she answered, "Yes." Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. 

"Don't worry I'll take things slow. It'll hurt at first but that will go away before you know it. And you may bleed a little afterwards," he tried reassuring her.

Now she began to panic. Her heart picked up a beat but something else overrode her fear. It was lustful anticipation. She wanted Curtis to take her virginity, to be the first to enter her. She drew a long deep breath to calm her fears. He sensed her fear and removed his finger before climbing up between her legs to meet his face with hers. She felt his hard cock press against her left leg, it felt soft yet hard and so enticing. He lowered his lips upon hers and kissed her passionately. She could smell herself on his face and taste herself upon his tongue entering into her mouth. It tasted salty unlike anything she had ever tasted before. He brought the sticky finger up to his mouth and tasted the tip before he offered it to her. At first she hesitated but gave in to her carnal desire to taste her own juices. It was stronger than she had tasted when he kissed her but it didn't bother her, it brought on a surge of undeniable desire to become one with her boyfriend.

Curtis knew she was not on the pill yet so he produced a condom from his jeans. Alexie watched as her boyfriend stood beside the bed with the condom as he slowly unrolled it, encasing his cock. He enjoyed the way she watched and reacted, she was a true virgin that was locked up in a strict Catholic school education and upbringing who was about to be introduced to the world of sex.

This was not the reason why he was going out with her, he was not going to take her virginity and use her just for sex, then dump her like his friends encouraged him to do, he wanted her in his life, and he really cared about her and hated to admit he was falling in love with her.

He leaned over, hovering over her causing her legs to lift up into the air. He bent down and began kissing her gently, reminder her to tell him to stop if she didn't like what he was doing. After she kissed him back and nodded, Curtis began rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her slit. She was wet from him going down on her. Alexie felt a strange sensation between her legs; a tingling, welcoming sensation and she moaned softly. Then she felt pressure at the entrance of her virgin pussy.

He held his hard, throbbing cock in his left hand and guided it to the opening. Slowly he pushed forward slightly, waiting for a response from his girlfriend before pushing in further. Curtis was surprised when he looked into her eyes. Fear was no longer present. There was a dark, lusty look about her. This was his signal to forge ahead and he did.

She was tight, very tight and it made it difficult to get the tip inside. Luckily she was wet and it helped ease it a little. Half of the head of Curtis' cock slipped in. Alexie sucked in her breath and held it. Curtis saw this and told her to relax. He wondered if he should stop.

He pushed in a little further and once again she held her breath. Just as he was going to pull out she exhaled and took hold of his arms. Curtis pushed in again as gently and slowly as he could. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her. Her pussy accepted the entire head of his cock after a few strokes and Alexie began to moan.

Curtis lowered himself onto her, his weight pressed her into the mattress and he began his journey of pushing his cock into his virgin girlfriend. He finally came upon her virginity, her hymen; the thin membrane that separated a girl from a woman. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were full of lust yet innocent at the same time. He wanted to make her his, to be the first and to be the one to teach her the pleasures of the flesh but his heart was full of compassion.

"Do you want me to stop?" softly he asked her, kissing her cheeks.

She shook her head, "Uh uh."

"It's going to hurt for awhile and you're going to bleed a little afterwards," he reminded her.

She kissed him and softly said, "I don't mind."

He kissed her gently then buried his face in the crook of her neck and shoulders, lifting his hips, ass up far enough so he would be able to break through her virgin wall without brute force. He whispered into her ear, giving her a chance to change her mind but she declined and wanted him. Her body wanted to be one with his, to experience what the other girls, her friends, had been experiencing years before her. 

In one swift move, Curtis plunged forward and the tip of his cock broke through the veil of her virginity. Alexie cried out as the pain pierced through her body. Tears welled and fell down the sides of her face as she held him tight. He held steady, inside of her, to let her get accustomed to his cock. A few minutes later he began to rock his cock in and out of her ever so slowly and eventually lifted himself up to kneel between her legs. 

The burning pain subsided just as he said and was replaced by a wave of pleasure she never knew existed until now. She didn't know what to do so she lay there, finding the strength to look at Curtis. For some strange reason she felt a mixture of embarrassment and shyness. His eyes were soft, they spoke of the love he had for her.

"Lift your hips up and down with mine," he instructed her.

Alexie did but their bodies did not connect the way she thought it should so she stopped then found the correct rhythm with his. He smiled at her and she smiled back. She was beginning her hands-on sex education and she was really enjoying it. Their bodies came together; his gentle pushes became thrusts, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Her nipples were peering out hard, inviting Curtis to feast on them. He re-positioned himself and took her nipples between his lips one by one. Occasionally he would lick at the hardened nubs and gently bite down. She reacted to his every move by moaning or crying out in pleasure. Her hands also told him she was enjoying what he was doing.

It was time to teach her a different position. He told her to turn around and get on her hands and knees after he pulled his entire cock out. She didn't know why he told her to but she recalled seeing pictures of a man and woman in this position. Curtis nestled behind her and took hold of her tiny waist and planted his cock into her ever so slowly. Her pussy walls were virgin tight and it felt like a glove as he pushed his entire length inside of her from behind. 

Slowly he picked up the pace and began thrusting faster and faster. Alexie's ample tits swayed under her; her nipples touched and dragged against the bedding making it harder. She began to push back to meet his thrusts.

"That's it, my Princess, mmm," Curtis told her as he leaned down on top of her, grabbing her tits in his large hands.

Alexie's moans grew louder from the moment he reached down between her legs with his left hand and rubbed his middle finger against her clit. Her body began to react on their own. She pushed back harder, her back arched under his touch. She was growing near to her first full fledged orgasm so Curtis removed his hands, pulled his cock out and flipped her over onto her back quickly. She was surprised by his actions but didn't complain. The second she lay on her back he scooped her ass up in his hands and plunged into her. 

Alexie cried out, "Oh yes! Ohhh! Mmmm!!!"

Curtis kept this up until she tensed up, closed her eyes and arched her back. Her juices flowed from her depths, coating his cock and spilling out, down her ass cheeks and his hands. He encouraged her on.

"Yes, Princess, cum! Cum hard!" he told her over and over as her first orgasm bolted through her.

It seemed forever before she finally calmed down and opened her eyes. There before her with his cock still buried deep inside of her drenched pussy was Curtis. His eyes seemed dark, his body tense and breathing deeper. He was getting ready to unload. Alexie placed her hands onto his shoulders and pulled him to her. He lay upon her wrapped in his arms for a second then he bolted upright and cried out.

"Oh fuck! Oh, Princess! Fuck, yeah!!!!" he cried out over and over, breathing heavily as his cum shot streams into the condom covering his cock that was buried to the hilt up his girlfriend's pussy.

Much to her surprise, Alexie too experienced another orgasm the same time Curtis came. This was her second and it was just as explosive as her first. The two laid together; Alexie's arms wrapped tightly around his tight abs as they came and came. It took minutes before they stopped and Curtis weakly knelt up and slowly pulled his cock back out of her pussy. Alexie felt the lips of her pussy burn as he pulled out.

Curtis leaned over her and kissed her. His tongue delved into her mouth as he kissed her passionately. He broke off the kiss and smiled at her; she smiled back.

He climbed off of the bed, walked into the bathroom to discard the condom filled with his cum down the toilet. He returned and she lay on the bed waiting. She had her legs together and her left arm draped across her tits, trying to cover herself. Curtis smiled and sat beside her.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh huh," she mumbled.

He bent down to kiss her then glanced over to the clock. It was nearing time for her to catch the city bus and head back to the community college where her parents would be picking her up in an hour and a half. He led her to the bathroom and into the shower where they cleaned up. In order to get her back in time, he had to fight the urge to take her then and there in the shower built for two. They dressed and headed for the bus stop, caught the bus and rode in silence happily. Curtis and Alexie knew tomorrow would soon arrive.

Alexandra Ch. 01



One of the major problems in my life is an irresistible impulse to fall head-over-heels in love with complete strangers. This may not seem much of a problem, but when you combine it with a deep seated insecurity that makes me sure that they'll never be interested in loving me back, it produces quite a few problems.

The first is an unwillingness, or rather an inability, to express my feelings. The first time I fell in love was when I was fourteen. It was with a girl who used to go to the school across the road from mine. But I couldn't even bring myself to talk to her let alone ask her out.

We used to get the same bus home from school and I'd stand there at the bus stop trying not to stare at her. For a whole school year we stood there, not talking to each other. And to this day I have absolutely no idea if she had any similar feelings for me, or if she even noticed me.

The second problem is that I always pick a girl who under no stretch of the imagination would be the least bit interested in me. In my late teens I fell in love with a girl five years older them me. Today this would not cause me any problems, but the gap between a shy, immature eighteen year old boy and a somewhat more sophisticated, mature twenty three year old woman is quite large. She treated me kindly, I'm sure she was fond of me, but she had absolutely no romantic interest in me.

The third problem is that once I've overcome my shyness and I've struck up a friendship with the girl I immediately jump to the conclusion that she's fallen in love with me, despite the fact that we might be having a very casual relationship from her point of view.

In the normal course of events I can take it or leave it if somebody takes a dislike to me. But once I've fallen "in love" there can be no alternative but that she loves me back. And if she doesn't seem to, well, I've got a vivid imagination and I can make no end of excuses to explain her behaviour. I can think of every thing, but that she isn't interested in me.

In between falling "in love", which happens about every three years, I have had more normal relationships with women. Indeed I have many friends who are women. A few of them ex-girlfriends. When I'm not "in love" I can communicate quite well. We can go out on a date, have a great time and end the night with a kiss and a cuddle. Sex was never a problem, because we wouldn't get that serious in that way.

And there in lies the problem. The girlfriends I could talk to, and have an honest and open relationship with, were the girls I was most likely to have sex with, but I had no interest in having sex with them. The girls I wanted were the ones I was "in love" with, and they were the ones I had no hope of making it with.

So at the beginning of this story I started out as a twenty four year old virgin waiting for someone to come along and sweep me off my feet on a whirlwind of passion and romance. Someone I could "make a commitment" to and "share my life" with. Someone with whom I could have sex with every night.

I met and fell "in love" with a girl who, for reasons of her own that I can not tell you, had exactly the opposite problems with her relationships with men as I had with women. We complemented each other perfectly and produced one of the worst relationships ever.

It started on a nice bright June evening at a meeting of the City Camera Club. A member of the Club, who was also a member of the Historical Society, was to give a guided tour detailing the history of the area surrounding the club's new premises. I was standing talking to another member of the club, while we were waiting for enough people to turn up for the tour to start, when I noticed a rather attractive woman come into the room.

Something snapped in the back of my mind and I was "in love" again. I was began to make my way over to her, but just then our guide for the evening decided that there was enough people to start the tour. He clapped his hands together to get our attention, asked us all to gather around and gave a short introductory talk about what we were going to see tonight.

Then he asked us all to move outside. As I turned around I noticed that the woman who was to be the new "love of my life" had been standing behind me, talking to a friend of mine called Paul. I don't remember what he said nor what her answer was. But my heart jumped when I heard her voice.

The only way I can describe it is as the cutest accent I have ever heard, but that doesn't convey the impact it had on me. For me one of the most important things about a woman is her voice. I love accents and the way a woman uses words and the textures of her speech, all add to my attraction for her. And here was a woman able to sent shivers down my spine, even when she wasn't talking to me.

Paul asked her what her name was and I heard her reply "Alexandra", before I got separated from them as the crowd squeezed its way through the door. Outside we turned right and followed the guide down the street. I watched Alexandra as she walked along ahead of me. She was wearing an orange track-suit type jacket, with faded blue jeans. And I thought that she had one of the nicest bottoms I'd ever seen.

We followed the guide around the corner and down a little alleyway. He stopped outside the gates of an old Jewish cemetery that I hadn't known was there. Unfortunately the gates were locked so we couldn't get in to explore. But our guide gave us a brief history of it standing on the pavement out side.

I noticed Alexandra sneak a camera out of her pocket and point it through the bars of the cemetery's railings. I walked over to her and reached her just as she was putting the camera away again.

"Nice shot?" I asked.

"Umm, yes," she gave me a petite smile and I almost kissed her.

There was silence for a moment. Our guide had started to walk on and the group was following him. She turned to follow and I walked beside her.

"So what's your name?" I asked, even through I'd heard her tell it to Paul a minute ago.

"Alexandra," the word danced off her tongue.

My heart was beating so loud and she spoke so softly that I had trouble hearing her. "Alex?" I asked.

"I prefer Alexandra," she replied.

"Alexandra," I savored her name.

We walked in silence for a few moments. Then I asked, "So is this your first time down at the Camera Club?"

"Oh no. I've been to several meetings," she smiled.

"Really," I was surprised. "I must have been asleep not to have noticed you before."

She laughed softly. "Well I've seen you around."

"Yeah?" I smiled at her. "Well I go to most meetings." I laughed, "Guess I must be addicted to them."

She was a few inches shorter than me and as I looked down at her, she smiled up at me. Our eyes met and I was lost. There and then she stole my heart with the sparkle in her hazel eyes.

The rest of the tour is like a dream to me. I have a hazy impression of the group following our guide around the streets and alleyways, stopping here and there to be told about the historical significance of this or that building. But I judge the highlights of the tour not on the historical pedigree of the buildings, but how close I managed to get to Alexandra as we stood and listened to the stories of our guide. I remember talking to her, but I don't remember what we said.

To my now jaded memory it seems as if I spent the whole tour running about the group trying to be as close as possible to her for as long as possible. The reason I had to keep running to catch up with her was because she kept moving away from me. It wasn't that she didn't like me, or so I thought, it was just that she wanted me to chase after her. A fact to which I should have paid more attention at the time.

But at the time all I thought about was being near her, to be close enough to touch. To talk and listen to her. She had an irresistible attraction for me, like a moth to a candle flame. And I circled closer and closer to the burning passion.

After the tour a group of us retired to the pub as usual. Alexandra joined us, but sat at the opposite end of the group from me. During the night I switched from conversation to conversation, gradually working my way along the group towards her. But unfortunately I didn't get to her before closing time.

For the next week I could think of nothing but her. When I went to bed my last thought was of her and when I woke she was in my first. The physiologists say that men think of sex once every five minutes, well I seemed to have changed that thought to Alexandra. At that time I knew that I was going to have sex with her. Now I know I wanted much more than just sex from her.

It was a sensation of almost physical hunger. I wanted to touch her and see her and be with. To smell her even! I've never paid much attention to smell with a woman before. Except on the odd occasion when I meet a woman who seemingly uses a perfume designed to fumigate the whole room. But with Alexandra it was as if I wanted to devour her with all my senses.

I can't remember what the lecture at next week's meeting of the Club was about. But I do remember the disappointment I felt that she didn't show up before the meeting started. However after the announcements were read and the meeting was concluded I turned to find her sitting in the back row.

I smiled at her and she smiled back. So I made my way over to speak to her.

"Did you enjoy the meeting?" I asked as I stood beside her chair.

"Yes," she stood up. "But I missed the beginning."

There was an electrical tension between us. I wanted to grab her and hug her, but I couldn't.

"Oh, you didn't miss much," I smiled, while the smell of her perfume sent my heart racing.

"Good," she smiled back.

I couldn't think of anything to say. Or rather the only things I could think of were along the lines of, "Lets go back to your place and have mad, passionate sex.", which didn't seem appropriate to either the location or the stage our relationship was at. 

"I think I'll go up stairs for some coffee," she started for the exit.

"Err, yes," I replied and watched her make her way through the crowd.

Paul tapped me on the shoulder and asked, "Are you coming for a pint?"

Normally I would but today I wanted to follow Alexandra up to the coffee dock. "I'll be down later, Paul," I said. "Tonight I feel like a cup of coffee first."

"You! Coffee?," he faked amazement. "Are you feeling all right?"

"I do drink coffee on the odd occasion," I replied.

A few other people headed for the street exit. "See you later," he said and joined them.

I made my way upstairs and got myself a cup of coffee. I saw Alexandra browsing through the couple of cupboards that the club stored its small library in. I went over and stood beside her.

"Anything interesting?" I asked.

"Oh," she looked up. "Yeah. It's all about nineteen twenties fashion photographs." She turned the book to show me its pages.

"Oh yes," I half turned and looked at the book. "They had style then, didn't they?"

"Yes," she slowly flicked through the pages and we looked at the old style glamour photos.

I was leaning back against the wall, but close enough to her to feel the heat from her body. As she flipped the pages she lent back and towards me, pressing her shoulder against my arm. I wanted to put my arm around her shoulders and hug her close.

Instead I cleared my throat and asked, "Do you want to come out to the movies with me on Friday?"

She looked up at me, "This Friday?"

"Well yes," I smiled.

"Well ..." she hesitated. And my heart stopped beating. "I think that would be very nice." And I sighed with relief.

"Meet you at half seven outside Eason's newsagents on O'Connell Street," I said.

"OK" she smiled back.

I almost left then, but Alexandra turned the page of the book and held it out so that I could see. So we stayed there for the next hour, flicking through photography books.

Then Brian, another member of the club, offered me a lift home, as he lives out in my direction.

I hesitated, not wanting ever to be parted from Alexandra.

"Oh," gushed Alexandra, "Do take your lift."

So I said "OK." And "Goodbye" to Alexandra. And took Brian's lift. And spend the next few days thinking only of Alexandra.



Alexandra Ch. 02



Chapter Two: Breaking Away

*Please read Chapter One to follow Alexandra’s journey into womanhood and breaking free from her parent’s strict Catholic rules and upbringing.

Alexie’s parents, Estelle and Eugenio, eventually found out about the two and a confrontation ensued one evening. After her father got into a heated argument with his youngest daughter he dared her to call Curtis to pick her up since she was not backing down. 

“You want to be with him, against our wishes? Go ahead, call him! Tell him to come and get you!” Eugenio yelled. Then, he said the wrong words, “I dare you!”

Both parents soon learned they should not say those three words to her. Alexie picked up the phone, punched in Curtis’ number and when he answered she told him to come and get her. Curtis knew this day would one day arrive and hoped her parents would see beyond their prejudice against him. 

Within an hour Curtis arrived at Alexie’s front door, told her to get into his truck and wait with the doors locked. When he finally emerged, Alexie’s parents stood on the sidewalk and walked their daughter ride off into the night, leaving her mother in tears and her father in awe.

“Are you okay, princess?” softly Curtis asked as he reached over to touch her thigh.

“I’m okay,” she replied.

Curtis knew her well and didn’t pursue the matter any further with questions. He reached over and pulled his sweet Alexie closer to him as he drove to his apartment. She remained quiet throughout the fifteen minute drive.

He took her by the hand and helped her out of his truck. After securing it he placed his left arm upon her shoulders and walked her into the apartment where she had spent many a days with him. She quietly walked into the bedroom and sat upon the bed, staring blankly. Curtis locked up and walked into the bedroom. His heart sank for her; he didn’t like to see her sad or hurt.

Sitting beside her he took her in his arms, “Come here, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She started to open her mouth then stopped. She couldn’t find the right words to tell him what had happened. Then he noticed the reddish mark upon her right cheek and asked her about it. She refused to say a word until he asked again.

“What happened? Did he hit you?”

When she nodded the tears began to flow and he was torn between anger and anguish. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

“Because I didn’t know what you’d do or what you’d say,” she apologized.

“No matter what, no one deserves to be hit! Does it hurt?” gently he ran his finger over the slightly swollen cheek. She nodded no.

He held onto her chin, lifted her face up and their eyes met. Instinctively, Curtis lowered his lips onto hers and gently kissed her. One kiss led to another, the passion grew between them and he slowly lowered her onto her back on the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and their tongues began dancing, probing one another’s mouths.

Curtis lifted himself off of her and removed his t-shirt, revealing his tanned, taut upper body. He reached down, lifted her upright and helped her out of her top and bra. His eyes welcomed the sight of her large tits and his hand automatically reached out and cupped one of them as he laid her back onto the bed and kissed her. His fingers rolled her hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger causing her to moan and push her chest out towards him.

He nudged her to the center of the bed before planting wet kisses down her neck to her heaving tits. Alexie squirmed when she felt his hot, wet tongue lapping, licking on her nipples one by one. He knew exactly how to get her engines going. She reached up and held his head while he lavished her tits with his tongue and mouth. Meanwhile, Curtis was working on unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. Once that was accomplished he slowly worked his way down to her waist and continued licking and kissing her bare skin as he slipped her jeans down her hips and legs. 

Alexie felt her jeans as they slipped beyond her ankles and feet. She could hear a slight thump as it hit the floor. Curtis now began to work his way up her inner calves and thighs to the feast that awaited for him, her pussy. He could smell her sweet, musky excitement as he drew nearer and his cock strained in his jeans. He needed relief from his restraints so he climbed off of the bed, stood on the side of the bed and reached for the button. Alexie sat up quickly and brushed his hands away; she was taking control now.

Curtis looked down at her and watched his girlfriend slowly work the button free from the hole then lowered the zipper carefully knowing he never wore underwear. Once that was completed she hooked her fingers into the waistband on the side of his hips and pulled the denim clothing down until it fell on their own accord to his ankles. His cock sprang freely in front of her eyes and the tip bumped her in the face. She giggled and she smiled at her innocence. 

“Suck it, princess,” he softly told her.

She didn’t need any prodding from him because sucking on his cock was exactly what was on her mind. Alexie stuck her tongue out and licked away the dewy droplet of pre-cum clinging to the tip and Curtis took a deep breath. She tasted the salty sweetness then proceeded by swirling her tongue around the tip down to the rim as if she were eating an ice cream cone. This made him moan in delight and this made Alexie happy knowing he approved of her actions.

Finally, she wrapped her lips around the head and worked her way down the long, thick shaft slowly until it pressed against the back of her throat. She knew very well she had to relax or she wouldn’t be able to take all of him down her throat so she eased back, readjusted herself upon the edge of the bed, relaxed her throat and slipped his cock back into her mouth, down her throat.

“Oh, fuck princess!” he gasped, tossing his head back. 

The feeling of his cock penetrating deeply down her throat was heavenly and he was proud of his sweet, petite princess. She had learned a lot and rather quickly. She was also eager to learn and experiment or try something new. 

Alexie always believed in trying something once because if she didn’t she wouldn’t know if she’d like it or not. She was unlike her siblings who were very conservative and never talked about sex or anything related to the subject. She thought they were your typical moral majority, bible clutching people who were, at times, a bunch of hypocrites. She was the prime example of the younger generation who believed in expressing themselves and experiencing life to its fullest and doing it their way. She was the epitome of a Catholic school girl who rebelled against the teachings of the church, nuns, priests and parents.

Curtis knew he couldn’t hold back too long if she kept deep throating his cock so he eased himself out of her very tightly, vacuumed hold. A loud pop was heard when he pulled himself free and she looked up at him, giggling. He smiled and laughed briefly. The look of innocence and lust mingled within her eyes as he gazed at her sitting on the edge of the bed they would be sharing for nights to come. Curtis now had her to himself and did not have to worry about getting her home in time and without being caught. He was relieved and very happy.

He moved towards her and she shifted back onto the center of the bed. She laid her head upon the pillow and he slipped between her legs. He wanted to get back to the place he had left before she lavished his cock with her hot mouth. He got down between her legs, lifted her ass up with his hands and licked at her juicy, wet pussy. Alexie moaned with approval.

He spread her lips with his fingers and found her clit. She squirmed the second his tongue made contact with the hard nub and began lapping at it. Without any thought she reached down between her legs and took hold of his wavy hair between her fingers and pulled him closer to her. She wanted him to take her into his mouth and Curtis knew this. He moved his mouth to her wet hole and stuck his tongue inside. She moaned louder.

“Oh, yes, yes.”

“Mmm,” Curtis muffled from between her legs. 

He probed her pussy with his tongue as if he was using his cock, pumping in and out. She began to writhe around and it made it difficult for him to keep eating her out so he placed a hand upon her just about her pussy and held her steady. Alexie got the message and calmed down.

He then took his other hand and inserted a finger into her wet hole while his tongue moved back up to feast on her clit. This got Alexie hotter.

“Oh, yes! Uh huh, mmm,” she told him. “That feels so good!”

Curtis moved his body upward and planted his lips upon hers. She tasted her own juices upon his lips and loved it. His finger continued fingering her pussy; then, he added another. She was stuffed and happily enjoying him finger fucking her. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter then, she came.

“I’m….oh, God! I’m….cumming!” she cried out.

“Cum, princess! Cum for me! Cum hard!” he urged her orgasm on.

Her hips bucked up and down off of the bed, she was meeting his fingers as they continued thrusting deep inside of her. He felt her juices flowing, coating his fingers then spilling out between her ass cheeks onto the bedding. Curtis prolonged her orgasm by rubbing his thumb across her clit.

“Oh, yes! Yes!!! Yes!!!” she continued crying out until her body calmed and her orgasm subsided.

She was left breathlessly happy but she knew this was just the beginning. Curtis brought his hand up and licked his fingers clean. He loved the sweet taste of her pussy, the one he calls his Princess.

*Another chapter is being written, so stay tuned… 



Alexandra Ch. 02



On Friday I arrived about fifteen minutes early and stood on the street anxiously looking up and down, unsure as to which direction she'd come from. Under the clock outside Easons bookshop on O'Connell Street is a popular place to arrange to meet. Firstly it is a well known landmark. Secondly it is in a fairly busy and public place. And thirdly from the point of view of anyone waiting there are a number of buses that stop there, so you can pretend that people are not looking at you wondering if you have been stood up, and instead convince yourself that they think that you are just waiting for a bus.

Then just as the clock above me began to chime the half hour I saw her walking up from the direction of Abbey St. My heart stopped.

She was wearing a blue cardigan with a matching cotton top and long, flowing skirt, with sandals on her feet. Her long black hair and skirt were blowing in the breeze and she smiled as she saw me. I fell in love with her again. She was just so beautiful it took my breath away. And my heart started pounding in my chest.

"Hi," I said, restraining myself from grabbing her and hugging her off her feet. "How are you?"

"Hi," she smiled. "I'm fine." She shrugged, "A bit tired from work, but you don't want me to go into that."

I wanted her to go into everything. I wanted to know how she spent every minute of every day of her life. But I couldn't tell her that. So instead I just nodded and smiled.

"So," I gestured with my arm and started to walk towards O'Connell Bridge. She walked beside me. "There's a French film on in the Screen cinema that I thought you might like to see." I probably knew the name of it at the time, but I can't remember what it was now.

She nodded, "That sounds nice."

"Do you mind," I slipped my hand into hers.

"No," she smiled and squeezed it gently.

My heart leapt and my grin became ten feet wide.

"So you had a bad day in work then," I said.

"Yes," she sighed. "My boss gave me this load of stuff the other day, that he said he didn't want until next week. Then this afternoon he comes around looking for it. And got really annoyed when I didn't have it done." She stopped herself and smiled at me, "But then this is our first date, you don't want me bitching about work."

I just wanted to hear her speak, I didn't care what she talked about. "Not really," I agreed.

It was a bit early for the film so we went into a pub for a drink first. I had a vodka, as drinking a pint before going to a film usually spoils the second half as by that time I'm usually dying to go to the toilet. She had a rum and coke. We sat by a window and were bathed with late evening light filtered through the frosted glass. The sounds of the city traffic could be faintly heard from the outside.

We talked about this and that for a few minutes. I was half turned towards her with my arm on the back of the seat. She sat close to me with her legs crossed and her hands hooked over her knee. As we talked I took hold of her left hand. She smiled at me and squeezed it down into her lap. We slowly finished our drinks as she caressed my hand in her lap and I toyed with her hair, rubbing it across her neck and shoulder.

We stayed a little too long in the pub and when we arrived in the cinema it was quite full. But we managed to find two seats together in the middle of a row that was not too near the screen.

"So have you done much writing recently?" she asked as we sat down.

I sat beside her. "No I seem to have a terminal case of writer's block," I sighed.

"Well I'm sure it'll pass," she looked around the cinema.

"Yeah. But I keep getting itchy fingers, and thinking that I should be at home doing some work instead of being out enjoying myself," I explained.

"Well you might get some inspiration tonight," she looked back at me.

I laughed. "Inspiration! That's the last thing I need. I've got inspiration coming out my ears. What I need is to get some writing done. Not an idea for yet another story."

"Surely you need inspiration before you know what story to write," she said.

"I've got ideas for five novels and about fifteen short stories that I've haven't written. And probably never will," I replied. "I don't need any more."

"Oh," she said softly.

"Anyway," I smiled. "Inspiration is supposed to come from inside me, or from my own observations, not from copying other people's work. You wouldn't want me to plagiarise now, would you?"

"Of course not," she smiled back.

Yes I used to be that touchy about my writing.

Then the lights dimmed and the audience hushed as the projector sprang into action.

"Do you mind if I'm assertive," I whispered as I slipped my arm around her shoulders.

"Please do," she relaxed against me.

Normally when I put my arm around a girl I rest my hand on the outside of her shoulder, because if you droop your arm over her shoulder your hand almost inevitably comes to rest on her breast. Which is usually a bit too forward for a first date. But with Alexandra I found my elbow came to comfortably rest just past her neck and my hand brushed against her breast before I knew it. I pulled it away and didn't know what to do with it for a moment. But Alexandra came to my rescue. She solved my dilemma by taking my hand in her's, so we were actually holding hands and being intimate without me grouping her. Then she did something which I shall always remember. All through the film she ran her other hand up and down my forearm. Stroking the hairs on my arm and producing a sensation which made me shake with anticipation.

The film was a French romantic comedy about the director of a yoghurt company who falls in love with the cleaning lady at his office. She discovers a plot by one of the managers, who is also having an affair with the director's wife, to unseat him and take over the company. There was lots of intrigue, good one liners and even some social commentary, all rapped up in a fast moving plot, before we got the happy ending.

All in all it was quite a good film, but it was turned into a masterpiece because I saw it with my arm around Alexandra.

As we were coming out of the cinema I asked, "So where to now, Alexandra?"

"I know a nice pub up towards where I live," She waved in more or less the correct direction. "But I can't remember its name."

"That's OK," I said as I took her hand in mine. "Lets go." And we walked over to the pedestrian crossing to cross the busy traffic coming down Pearse Street.

We talked about the movie as we walked towards the pub, but by the time we reached the gates of Trinity College in College Green we'd both said how much we'd liked it a good few times and had told each other what the best bits had been and there was a lull in the conversation.

As we walked up Grafton St. I looked at a clock and realised that it was five to eleven. The pubs closed at eleven. I pointed this out to Alexandra.

"Don't worry we'll make it," she started to walk faster.

As we reached the top of Grafton St. and crossed into Stephen's Green I became more and more anxious. I don't know why, I mean it wouldn't have been the end of the world if we didn't get a drink.

"So where's this pub then?" I asked knowing that the nearest pubs were in Wexford St. or Camden St., both of which seemed a long way with only a few minutes to closing time.

"At the top of Camden St," she replied.

"Hold on," I stopped, and because we were holding hands pulled her to a stop. "Is it anywhere near Cassidy's?"

"Cassidy's," she smiled. "Yeah, that's the place."

"We'll never make it," I said.

"Well where else can we go?"

"There's got to be somewhere down Grafton St." I searched my memory. "I know," I turned around and we headed back down towards Davey Byrne's.

We rushed down and managed to get there before the doors closed. I asked her what she wanted and fought my way to the bar through the last-orders rush.

I got the drinks and fought my way back out to find Alexandra had found the one remaining free barstool. As I handed her drink I realised that with her sitting on the stool I could look her straight in the eye.

I smiled at her.

She smiled back. "Cheers," she raised her drink and took a sip.

I took a sip from mine.

"This is nice," she look around at the décor. "Have you been here before."

"Once or twice," I said. "I don't often drink in this part of town."

"Oh," she smiled. "And what part of town do you normally drink in."

"Well," I confessed. "It's usually Camden St. after Camera Club meetings."

We laughed. And as I lent forward I put my hand on her shoulder.

"So when's your last bus?" She sipped her drink.

"Oh don't worry about that," I wondered if that was a gentle hint that I wouldn't be going back to her place.

I sipped my drink.

"I'll walk you home if you like," I suggested causally.

"OK," she smiled back. "That'd be nice."

And I thought, Hey shit! She really likes me, then.

I put my foot on the bottom rung of her stool and stroked her hair. As I turned to take another drink and she ran her fingers across my head.

"Hey, it's soft," she continued to rub my spiky hair.

"Well of course it is," I said, wondering why she would think that my hair wouldn't be soft.

"I thought that you gelled it or something," she continued, stroking my hair.

"No," I smiled. "It's all natural. That's just the way it grows."

"And the way you brush it," she moved her hand down onto my face. "Hmm, you didn't shave tonight."

"Yes I did," the sensation of her hand on my cheek was sending shivers through my body and they all seemed to be gathering in my balls. "I shaved before coming out tonight."

"Oh," she said. "It seems so rough."

"I'm just such a 'macho' man," I smiled.

She smiled back. Then realising that we were in a public place she snatched her hand away and took a sip from her drink.

We talked for another ten or fifteen minutes, but I can't really remember what we said. All I remember is the irresistible desire she held for me. There was a huge passion for her building up inside me.

We finished our drinks and left. We were among the first to go after they stopped serving. I took her hand as we walked back up Grafton St.

"So where do you live?" I asked, wondering if we were going to have to get a taxi.

"I live in Synge St.," she replied.

"Oh," I said. "Just around the corner from the Camera Club."

"Yes," she smiled. "And my office is in Harcourt St."

"What?" I smiled back. "You only have a five minute walk to work every day."

"Yes, it's dead convenient," she looked at me.

"It's not some grotty little bedsit, is it?" I asked.

"No it's quite nice," she assured. "I've a very good landlord in this place."

"You mean you haven't always?" I teased.

"No," she replied. "I've lived in my fair share of grotty bedsits."

"And now you've found a nice place, that's convenient for both work and the Camera Club, you're going to settle down for a while?" I asked.

"Well yes," she sounded doubtful. "But you do get fed up looking at the same four walls all the time."

"Oh," I asked. "Are you planning on moving soon?"

"Well, usually I do," she said. "But where I am now is so good I'd have problems finding another like it for the same price."

We continued talking about the poor quality of affordable accommodation in Dublin as we walked. I told her about my own experiences and pointed out that I had found it just as bad when I had lived in London. Then we reached her house. I thought that she might turn to kiss me good night and not invite me in. But without a word she opened the door and walked in. I followed, closing the door behind me. She led the way to the back of the house to the entrance of her flat.

As you walked in there was a tiny entrance hall, where we hung our coats. With a door directly ahead that led into the bathroom and a door to the right that led to the main room. In the main room her bed was against the right hand wall, a small table and two chairs on the left, with the kitchen set in an alcove "behind" the bathroom. There was also a couple of armchairs, some bookcases and a wardrobe crammed in.

"I'll make us some coffee," she headed towards the sink.

I sat on one of the armchairs and asked, "Do you mind if I make myself more comfortable, by taking off my shoes."

"No," she smiled. "Feel free."

So I did.

She called over. "I won't need to put on a gas mask, will I?"

"No," I laughed. "I spend most of my day with my shoes off so there isn't time for the smell to build up."

We laughed and there was comfortable silence for a couple of minutes as the kettle came to a boil.

I looked at her as she moved in the small galley kitchen. The arch of her arm as she reached up to take two cups from a shelve. The swing of her hips as she turned to take a jar of coffee from a press. The tilt of her head as she spooned the coffee into the cups. Her tongue caressing her upper lip as she was careful not to spill anything.

The kettle clicked off and with a polished grace she poured the water into the cups and gave each a quick stir. Her back was towards me and I could see her shoulders shake as she stirred.

She turned and I quickly looked away.

She came over with two steaming cups. "Here you go," she handed one to me.

"That was quick," I said.

"Yes," she put her's down on the floor. "I got an express kettle a couple of months back and it's really brilliant."

She sat on the floor with her back against the other armchair and kicked off her sandals. We sipped coffee and chatted about the films we'd seen and about photography for a while. She sat back and looked up at me. I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees and looked down at her. Then I figured enough polite social interaction had passed.

I put my half finished coffee down beside the leg of my chair where it wouldn't be in the way. Then slid onto the floor beside her. I gently took her cup from her and put it beside mine. Then I slipped my left arm around her shoulders once more. She leaned into me and turned to kiss. Her lips opened and I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She put her arms around me and I put my right hand to the back of her head.

We kissed for a while, then I slowly moved my hand down to touch her left breast. She didn't object, so I gently massaged as we continued to kiss. A few minutes later we came up for air and I started to unbutton her cardigan. She smiled as I worked my way down the buttons, then pushed it open and put my hand back onto her breast.

I could feel the heat of her body through the thin cotton and her nipple pushing through her bra. She hugged me closer and we started to kiss again. I could feel her soft breast under my hand, with its nipple rubbing against my palm. I could taste her as we kissed. Feel my arm around her, her arms around me, our bodies close. I was in heaven for the next few minutes.

Then she sat up and moved a couple of feet away from me to take off her cardigan. I knelt on the floor beside her and put my arms around her waist. She reached up to my chest and started to unbutton my shirt. She slipped her hands inside and ran them around my body. I leaned forward and we kissed. A few minutes later she was nuzzling my right shoulder and I was licking and kissing her ear. I was feeling decidedly heated and had developed a serious erection.

Moving back slightly I pulled my shirt out of my jeans and slipped it off. She sat up, her hands still on me. We smiled at each other. I started to take off my shirt and she took her hands away. When I'd pulled it off and tossed it away I noticed that she was looking at me with a strange expression on her face. I'm not exactly rambo, I know, but there was enough hormones flowing that it didn't make much difference.

Putting my arms around her, I leaned close to start kissing again. She froze for a moment, then her lips opened and her tongue slid out. Her arms roamed up and down my back and we held each other close. I could feel the heat of her body as I held her. I could feel her breasts pressing against me as I hugged her. I could feel her arms on my naked body.

I pulled back. "So," I whispered. "Does this come off," I ran my hand along the neck of her top.

She smiled and shook her head, "No."

OK, I thought this is as far as it goes. I was disappointed, but not overly so. I'd never had sex on a first date before and hadn't really expected to have it now.

I don't know if she was feeling adventurous, or if she just took pity at the look of disappointment that must have come across my face, but she added softly, "But it does pull up."

I looked at her and she smiled.

I said, "Yes?" And smiled back.

"Yes," she replied and pulled it out of the waist band of her skirt and up to reveal her breasts cupped in their white cotton bra.

I was mesmerised. Slowly I put my finger tips to each breast. They were so sweet. The skin so soft, yet the flesh firm underneath. I spread my fingers across them and pressed my palms against her nipples. Then I pressed down under and gently pushed them up within her bra. I glanced up at her face. She was beaming at me. So I lent forward and kissed the soft exposed flesh. I ran my lips and tongue back and across them, then moved down to the cotton of her bra and kissed the nipples hidden below.

She shivered in my arms. I hooked my arms around under her top and moved my mouth up to kiss her. As I opened my mouth her tongue slid past my lips. Her warm body was pressed against mine. Our tongues worked in sync. Her hands raced up and down my back. My arms wrapped around and pulled her close.

Her fingers dug into my back and my face was buried in her hair. With my lips I could feel the heat of her naked skin neck and shoulder underneath the tangle of her hair. Her breath was hot and moist on my ear. We hugged each other as close as we could. The we pulled back to look at each other.

"So," I ran my hands across her cotton covered breasts. "Does this pull up as well?" I looked up at her.

She smiled and nodded yes.

"Yes?" I smiled back. And gestured with my hand.

She reached around and unhooked her bra. I ran my finger tips up from her waist and under her loosened bra to touch her soft, warm breasts. My fingers circled underneath the firm muscle. I ran my thumbs over her erect nipples and she sighed. So I pushed her bra up, bent down and kissed her left nipple. I ran my tongue across it, next my lips, then I opened my mouth wide and sucked as much as I could inside.

Her hands gripped my head and shoulder and she clenched and unclenched her fingers as I worked away. I switched from left to right breast and back again. Using my fingers and tongue and lips in all sorts of combinations. Then she put her hands onto the front of my shoulders and pushed me back. I looked up. She smiled at me. Then she pulled down her top and moved away to sit with her back against the bed.

"So, how far do you want to go?" I asked as I moved beside her and put my left arm around her shoulders.

"I think you better go now," she whispered.

I kissed her and she responded.

I thought, now don't do anything foolish to spoil it, Kevin. Just take it slow and gentle. Don't push beyond where she wants to go. I had this fear that my desire would get the better of me and I'd end up raping her.

I put my hand up under her top and ran my fingers around her nipple. She lapped her tongue inside my mouth. Moving my hand down her body I found her belly button just under the waist of her skirt. I rubbed my fingers in and around it, but she wasn't very sensitive there.

Our mouths and tongues still intertwined I pulled my hand out from under her waistband and moved it down to her leg. I felt her thigh under the thin material of her skirt. And as I ran my hand up and down I slowly moved from the top to the inside of her thigh. She let her legs open wider. I brushed my fingers lightly across her crotch and found that she was very hot.




Alexandra Ch. 02



We were still kissing so I ran my hand back down the inside of her thigh and started to pull up her skirt. I pulled it up to reveal her knee and pressing my fingers against her skin pushed it right up to totally expose her leg and discovered that she was wearing white cotton panties.

All my attention was focused on her vagina now. I was looking down, so I know I wasn't kissing her. But I don't know if she was still kissing me, or if her arms were around me, or what she was doing. I think she was probably not doing anything.

I put my finger tips onto her warm, damp panties and felt her open lips beneath. I pressed my finger against them and traced her slit. She gasped. Taking hold of the edge of her panties I pulled at them, but there was no give. So I took hold of the top and pulled them down slightly to loosen them. Then I slipped my fingers into the leg of her panties and ran them back down and under to touch her directly.

Her lips parted and my finger was inside her. I pushed my finger down and then back up to find her clitoris. Her mouth was on mine and our tongues found each other again. I pressed harder. She tilted her head back I gently chewed her throat. She sat up and turned to face me. My hand lost its place, so I ran both hands up along her sides to push up her top and reveal her breasts again.

She leaned forward to kiss me and I cupped both her breasts. Her head moved in rhythm with my tongue, her body with my hands. Then I slipped my left hand around to hold her close and bent down so I could work both hand and mouth on her left breast. She lent forward and I pressed my hand between her legs again.

I had my back against the bed now, so I just lay back against it as she started to rub herself against my fingers. I was in a sensual haze. All my attention was centred on the movement of her clitoris against my fingers. The smell, the dim lighting, the heat and weight of her leaning over me was the background against which I rubbed her.

Her rhythm stopped and she tensed and pressed down, her arm across my throat, as she tilted her head back and moaned.

Then she sat down on her knees in front of me and smiled. I let my hand drop and relaxed against the bed. I had the strangest feeling. It was a pleasant sort of contentment, as if I'd come myself, though I hadn't.

She slipped her bra straps off her arms, pulled it from under her top and tossed onto the bed. "That was the perfect end to a perfect night," she glowed. "Thanks, Kevin."

One word stuck in my mind. "End"? What did she mean end? Surely this was just the beginning? But she was so happy and contented. And it was such a buzz to have made her so, that I thought, lets not spoil it by disagreeing. After all I didn't want to appear like I was one of those guys who were only interested in their own pleasure. Which, by some strange altruistic twist of logic, I figured I'd be if I asked for it, even though she'd clearly come first and was showing no intention of returning the compliment.

It was enough for me to have made her come. It was the first time I'd made love to a woman and I didn't want to spoil such the event by ending the night on a sour note. It would have been nice to have continued and even spent the night with her, but I hadn't even expected to get that far on the first date and I was more than satisfied. Having to ask for it would have ruined it.

I wasn't really thinking straight the fact of having made another person orgasm just blew my mind.

"So you don't want me to spend the night then?" was the most subtle and diplomatic thing I could think of saying.

"No," she giggled. "Of course not."

But even though I was trilled by having made her come I was still keyed up and aroused. And having the expectation of coming myself frustrated was hard to take.

"Come on get up," she pulled my arm roughly. "Up and out, Kevin."

So I had these two conflicting repercussions swimming around in my mind. On the one had I was over the moon that I'd made her come. On the other I was feeling dejected, and even rejected, by her not wanting to return the compliment.

Slowly I got to my feet and picked up my T-shirt. I pulled it on and she handed me my shirt. I buttoned it up and opened my jeans to tuck it inside and readjust my underpants, by this time my erection had returned to normal. I could feel her looking at me, but I didn't look back. I didn't want to leave, but it was preferable to overstaying my welcome.

I wanted to ask her if she loved me. But didn't speak. I wanted to ask her why she didn't want to do more. But didn't want to appear to be asking for it. I wanted to ask her why I couldn't stay. But it was enough that she didn't want to sleep with me.

So I pulled on my socks and tied up my shoes.

She was standing against the table as I looked up. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I walked cross to her and put my arms around her. She hugged me back and we kissed again. I ran my hands down to her bottom, gathered up her skirt and slipped my hand inside her panties. We hugged tightly. Then she pushed back a bit.

I looked at her and she dropped her hand to my crotch and smiled. I mirrored the gesture.

"Do you want to go again?" my voice was hoarse.

"Oh, no," she took her hand away and stepped back.

"Oh," I replied and could think of nothing else to do but to get my coat from the end of the bed. As I put it on I asked, "Do you want to go out again?" I looked around at her, "Like tomorrow or Sunday?"

"Emm," she looked down. "I don't know Kevin."

"If you give me your number I'll phone you," I smiled. The thought of having to ask for her phone number after we'd had sex appealed to my sense of irony.

She hesitated, "Tell you what, why don't you give me yours and I'll phone you."

"477217," I replied.

She turned to the table and scribbled on a pad. "OK," she straightened up. "I'll give you a call tomorrow."

"Do I get yours?" I asked.

"Well it's very difficult to reach me," she said. "Especially at work." She paused. "I'm in and out all day long," she added.

"Oh, OK," there wasn't much else I could say.

She opened the door and stepped into the hallway to unlock the door to her flat.

I walked past and stopped to kiss her.

As we kissed goodnight. I squeezed her left breast with my right hand. It was a gesture to remind her what I'd just done, and to say I'd be back. It was also a mark of ownership. To show that I was close enough to her not to have to ask permission now.

I didn't consciously think that at the time. Then all I knew was that I was head-over-heels in love with her and that she seemed to love me back.

As I walked home those two conflicting feelings of elation and rejection worked their way through my mind. I reasoned that she didn't want to make love to me because she was shy, she was probably as inexperienced as I was, but hadn't read as many books nor seen as much pornography as I had. Anyway the thought of having made her come just blew my mind. I knew that she must really like me, if not actually love me, to have gotten so intimate with me.

I got home and climbed straight into bed. The smell and taste and feel of Alexandra was still with me. And recalling the events of the evening was as pleasurable as acting them had been, with one important addition. As I remembered the feel of Alexandra in my arms, my hands worked my erection. I savoured every little detail of my night with her. All my passion came back renewed. And when at last I came it seemed to go on for ever. It was the best masturbation I have ever done.

Afterwards I fell into a contented and exhausted sleep secure in the knowledge that the night had been a great start to my relationship with Alexandra. It was only much later that I realised what a disaster it really had been.



Alexandra Ch. 02



It had been over a year since I moved in with my best friend, and lover, Alexandra. It wasn't known we were lesbians, just that we were roommates. We were at a party to kick off the second semester of sophomore year. I was having a great time, chatting with friends I'd made, dancing occasionally, and chowing down on the chips and delicious home-made guacamole provided. I could see that Alexandra was also enjoying herself. Things were going well... until I saw her expression suddenly darken.

Coming over to me, Alexandra said quietly, "Jackie, we have trouble in paradise." She indicated a direction with her eyes. I looked and saw a good friend of ours, Maya Stillwater, sitting quietly in a corner. Even with Maya's face turned away, it was obvious she was crying. We went over to her.

"Maya," said Alexandra gently, "what's the matter?"

Through tears and sniffs, Maya replied, "My boyfriend threw me out after I caught him cheating on me. He was in bed with another girl, I walked in and he said if I didn't like it I could leave. Then he grabbed my stuff and threw it out the front door. I couldn't do anything, it's his house."

This was bad indeed, I thought. I knew that Maya had been with her boyfriend Jeff since freshman year of high school after her parents were killed in a car crash. She had moved in with her then-friend Jeff and a romance had blossomed. 

"What am I going to do?" Maya wailed softly. "My stuff's in the corner over there. I thought this party would help lift my spirits, but it didn't."

"Come with us," I said, picking up a bag of Maya's. The three of us walked over to the apartment Alex and I shared. "You'll stay with us for now," I said as we entered. "We'll figure out the rest later."

"Thank you so much, Jackie," Maya replied gratefully. "You two are awesome." 

After we watched "The Shawshank Redemption", playing on TNT for what seemed like the 2000'th time since it came out, we showed Maya around the apartment, the bedroom last. She immediately noticed something. "I have a question," she said. "There's only one bed. How do the two of you sleep?"

Alexandra whispered, "Let's show her." We sat Maya down in a chair, stripped, and climbed onto the bed. Maya's jaw was hanging slackly as she gawked. 

I reached gently for Alex's breasts. Caressing them softly, I kissed her neck. I moved my tongue slowly down to her chest, kissing her soft skin. Taking one of Alex's nipples into my mouth, I circled it with my tongue. 

I reached down as I did so and caressed Alex's inner thighs, before moving my hand upward slightly. My fingertip began to slide up and down Alex's slit, making her wetter every second. When I began touching her clit, she began moaning. 

I removed my mouth from her breasts and placed it on her dripping pussy. Alex maneuvered her body so that we were in a "69" position. I began to lick her out as her tongue lapped at my lower lips. Opening me up, she began to suck gently on my clit as she slid her fingers inside of me. One of them found the G-spot and my body began to quiver with pleasure. We both came simultaneously, flooding each other with our juices.

I looked over at Maya. She had lifted her skirt, pushed aside her panties and was fingering herself, moaning gently. "Maya!" I called out.

Maya looked up at us. "You have too many clothes on," I said, looking the willowy redhead up and down. "Take them off and join us."

She didn't need a second invitation. Climbing on the bed, she said, "Watching you two got me hot. I didn't think it would, but..."

I kissed her on the lips, shutting off her words. Alex was already fingering Maya gently. "Just relax and enjoy," I said. "We'll make sure you have fun."

I crouched over her, my breasts almost touching her face. "Slow and gentle," I said. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked at my nipple. 

"Easy does it," I whispered. She took my nipple in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Alex's tongue was now circling her clit, causing her body to tremble softly. 

I repositioned myself so that my pussy was over Maya's face. "Just kiss at first," I told her. She kissed my slit, then probed quietly with her tongue. "Flick the clit," I moaned. She flickered her tongue lightly over my nub, and my body started to spasm. Within a few seconds I was releasing my honey onto her face.

About a minute later, Maya's body began to tremble with pleasure. Alexandra's ministrations had been rewarded by a massive orgasm. "Ooooh! Yeeesss!" Maya squealed. "That's the best I've ever had."

"What do you say?" Alexandra said teasingly. "You ready to join our side? Down with boys --- who needs 'em?"

Maya laughed and said, "If this is what girls are like, I'll stay on this side of the fence."

"Speaking of staying," I remarked, "would you like to join us, in bed and as our roommate, on a permanent basis?"

I thought her face would dissolve in tears of joy. "I'd love that," she said.

The three of us are still a triplet. We're now seniors and see no reason not to stay with each other after we graduate.



Alexandra Ch. 03



Chapter Three: Their First Night

*Please read Chapters One and Two to follow Alexandra’s journey into womanhood and how she breaks free from her parent’s strict Catholic rules and upbringing.

Curtis climbed between Alexie’s legs and took hold of her slim waist. This was their first night together, the first day of having her to himself without constraints and he wanted to make it very memorable for her as well as himself.

He lifted her legs upward and rested them against his chest bringing her bottom half of her body slightly off of the bed. Alexie longingly looked into his dark eyes full of love and lust as he leaned forward, bringing her farther up in the air. His cock rubbed against her drenched pussy and this ignited the fire inside of her once again. Slowly his cock slipped inside of her without any guidance and it filled her, stretched her. She felt like a glove that was made just for him and him alone. 

Alexie felt him sliding in; her eyes slowly closed and she moaned. Little by little he slipped deeper and deeper into her. Her pussy welcomed his hard, thick cock happily. In and out, slowly at first, he filled her until his balls made contact with the crack of her ass. Once he knew he was completely inside of her he picked up his pace; his thrusts grew harder in force.

“Oh God!!! Yes; yes!!!” Alexie cooed as she bucked back, meeting his thrusts.

“Mmm, you’re mine,” softly he said, “You’re all mine.”

He continued pumping, pounding in and out of her. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, mixing with their moans and groans; the air took on a sweet musky scent of sex and perspiration. The double bed creaked under them and banged against the wall. They didn’t care if the neighbors could hear or if the noise bothered them. All the couple cared about was enjoying their bodies, celebrating their first night together and forgetting the reason why she was there at this time of the night.

After awhile Curtis eased back down and brought her back onto the bed as he continued fucking his Princess. He stretched out over her and nestled his head in the crook of her neck and shoulders. The heat from his breath upon her skin sent waves of lust through her body. Alexie reached around his upper body and pulled him to her, not caring how his weight crushed down on her. She was determined to meld their bodies into one.

Curtis planted his lips on the side of her neck and began to kiss, lick and suck on it. Alexie returned the favor by doing the same. This made him feel so good.

“Mmm, Princess…” he whispered. “Suck on my neck.”

She parted and planted her lips firmly against his skin and began to suck hard on it. As she did this a wave of passion rose and erupted throughout her body. Her juices began to flow; her orgasm washed through her while she sucked and sucked upon the side of his neck.

“Cum for me, Princess! That’s it, cum hard!” he growled into her ear.

Alexie’s orgasm hit hard causing her to suck harder on his neck. This made Curtis’ cock swell; it was building up to an explosive ending. He planted his lips as firmly as he could onto her neck and began sucking also. She could feel the suction of his mouth and it extended her orgasm further.

Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She released her lips from his neck, dug her fingers into the small of his back and pushed upward as hard as she could.

“Argh! Oh my God! I’m cumming!” she cried out loud.

Wave after wave, her juices kept flowing, coating, and drowning Curtis’ cock buried deep within her. It took several minutes for her orgasm to subside and her to calm down. She looked into his eyes and knew he was getting ready to empty his balls into her. It was her turn to make him cum.

“Give it to me,” seductively she told her boyfriend. “I want to feel you cum deep inside of me. Fuck me, fuck me good and hard!”

That was all she needed to say. Curtis leaned into her and pounded his cock fast and furiously. Within a minute he was ready.

“Oh fuck, Princess! Fuck!!!” he cried out lout.

Streams of cum shot out of his cock filling, mixing his cum with hers. He bit down on her neck and sucked as hard as he could until he was spent and exhausted. He emptied his balls completely and came to rest upon her with his cock slowly shrinking inside of her. He pushed his upper body up, off of her and looked at her. The look of satisfaction was upon her face and in the dark brown pools of her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her.

Later he rolled over beside and looked at the artwork his mouth had left upon her neck. There was more than one hickey upon the side of her neck and each was a dark purple color. 

“Nice hickeys,” he commented.

“Hickeys?” surprisingly she asked.

“Yup, at least three of them,” Curtis laughed.

“Well, I wouldn’t laugh. You’ve got a couple yourself,” she quickly responded.

They smiled then got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He knew they would be more than taking a shower and took hold of her hand, leading her into the large glass paneled shower built enough for two people to have all the fun they wanted and they didn’t have to rush. They had all the time they wanted; that is, until the hot water ran out.

*Stay tuned for more… 



Alexandra Ch. 03



The next day I woke up happy. So I've finally done it, I hummed, better late than never. I could smell her on my finger tips, even after I'd washed my hands. I was sure by then that she must really love me. And I thought that she must be as impatient to see me again and get intimate once more as I was

So I waited for her to call with a certain amount of anticipation. Wanting to hold her and touch her again. And to make love to her. To feel her come under my fingers again would be such bliss. I'm afraid I let my imagination run wild. But she didn't phone.

Then I had lunch and waited for her to call. Thinking that she mush be a late riser. Especially on a Saturday, when you've been working hard all week, you deserve a little lay in. My dreams began to go a little stale when she didn't phone in the afternoon either.

Then I had dinner and thought well if we are to go out to night she must surely call soon.

At around about half eight or a quarter to nine that evening I finally admitted to myself that she wasn't going to call. But I knew she would have a very good reason for not doing so. Though I couldn't think of any at the time. The thought that she didn't phone because she wasn't interested in me began to occur to me. But I dismissed it on every occasion.

On Sunday I again got out of bed early and waited for her to phone. She didn't. She didn't phone in the morning, to perhaps arrange to do something in the afternoon. She didn't phone in the afternoon to arrange something for the evening. She didn't phone in the evening to apologise for not phoning earlier and to explain that she'd been rushed off her feet all weekend by an unexpected visitation of family members. She simply didn't phone.

By Monday I was calling her "That Bitch!" and vowing if I ever saw her again I'd give her a piece of my mind and tell her what she could go do with herself as well. But I couldn't understand it. Why did she have sex with me if she didn't like me? And if she did like me why didn't she phone? The thought that she might view our relationship in a more casual light didn't enter my head. It was all black or white to me. Either it was on or it was off. All or nothing. It just shows you what strong emotion can do for your tolerant, liberal ideas.

On Tuesday I got the shock of my life when she came up to me at the Camera Club and before I could say anything asked, "Don't you ever answer your phone, Kevin?"

I felt my jaw open in shock. "What?" I said.

"I was phoning you all weekend," she explained. "And you never answered."

"Never answered?" my mind had still failed to comprehend what she was saying. "What do you mean, never answered?"

She was getting annoyed, "I mean the phone rang and nobody picked it up."

"But I was home most of the weekend," I didn't say I'd barely strayed more than three feet from the phone. "And you never called."

"Your number's 477217, isn't it," she stated.

"No it's 477210," I replied, a glimmer of light appearing in the gloom. "Have you been phoning 477217?"

"Yes," she said. "That's the number you gave me."

"No it's not," I could see she was about to argue that it was. "But that's not important. I thought that you didn't phone because you didn't want to see me again."

She smiled, "No, don't be silly." She glanced down, "I enjoyed my date with you."

And I was on cloud nine again. Nothing could mar my happiness. She'd enjoyed herself. She liked me!

"Yeah?" I smiled back. "Do you want to repeat it again next Friday."

"OK," she looked up into my eyes.

I looked down into her's and had a deep urge to put my arms around her. But I managed to suppress the impulse.

Then Mary and John came over to us. Mary glanced at Alexandra and gave me a knowing look.

"We're going down the pub," John said. "You coming along?"

"Sure," I said and looked at Alexandra.

"Yeah," she agreed.

So we went down to the pub and had a drink. Over the next ten minutes more members of the club drifted in and joined us for the usual after meeting socialising. I sat beside Alexandra and ran my hand up and down her thigh. She put her hand on top of mine and left it there. This physical intimacy with her sent my hormones racing. As I neared the end of my pint I whispered in her ear.

"So are you going to invite me back to your place for a cup of coffee?" I asked, half jokingly.

"All right," she smiled back.

I raised my eyebrows.

She laughed, "So do you want to come back to my place for coffee, Kevin?"

"That would be nice," I smiled back and quickly finished my drink. We stood up, said goodbye and left.

As we walked around to her flat I wondered what the others were saying about us. What juicy rumours would be circulating around the club.

The first thing I did when we got to her flat was use the toilet. When I came out she had made instant coffee for us both.

"How do you like yours," she asked.

"Oh, black, no sugar," I replied and took one of the mugs from the counter.

She put a drop of milk into the other and sat in one of the armchairs. I sat in the chair beside her. We talked for the next few minutes about this and that. Mostly about the lecture we'd just seen at the camera club. It was some guy who'd been scuba diving in the tropics with an underwater camera. He'd had some really stunning photographs to show. Then I decided to make a move on her.

Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I put my elbows on her knees and smiled up at her. She lent forward, put her hands to my head and we kissed. I ran my hands up her legs and hooked them around her waist. I pushed up against her kiss and she slumped back in the chair. So I ended up leaning forward over her, with her legs to either side of me, resting on my elbows. I put a hand on each of her breasts. Her nipples pressed into the palms of my hands.

I started to unbutton her blouse. She started to breath heavily as I worked my way down and pulled her blouse out of her jeans. I pulled it open to reveal her body. She had a light fuzz of dark hair around her belly button, but my attention was focused on her breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible through the cotton of her bra.

Leaning forward again I put my lips to each nipple in turn and sucked them. Leaving two little damp patches behind. I ran my hands under her and she lifted herself up as I unhooked her bra. I brought my hands around again and ran them up and across her breasts to push her bra clear.

Now I could lick and suck her nipples directly. Which I did for what seemed like ages, but was probably only ten to fifteen minutes. I rubbed and caressed one breast with my hand as I licked and sucked the other. Then I'd switch and rub my warm saliva into her soft skin with my fingers as I licked and sucked the other breast.

Then my knees and back began to complain so I straightened up and sat back on my heels, smiling up at Alexandra. She smiled back and slid off the chair to sit on my lap, her legs pressing against my hips. I reached up to her shoulder and started to push her blouse down.

"No," she said. "I don't want to take it off."

"How about your bra?" I asked.

"OK," she smiled and pushed the strap down her sleeve and hooked it under her arm. Then repeated it with the other strap and arm and threw the bra onto the bed. I was mesmerised by the movement of her breasts as she breathed in and out. Slowly I bent down to lick and kiss and suck them again. She started to lick and suck my ears and after ten minutes of that I was very hot and very hard.

I sat back and pulled my shirt off. Then I reached down and undid her jeans. She brought her legs up and started to take off her shoes. As she took of her right shoe and stocking I took off her left.

Then I reached inside her jeans and ran my hands around to her bottom. She put her elbows onto the chair and lifted herself a few inches. So I pulled her jeans down around her thighs. I put her leg across my lap and pulled it out of her jeans. Then did the same with the other. And tossed the jeans away.

Her hands were around my neck again and we kissed again. While my hands ran all over her body.

I put my hand to her crotch and felt the damp heat there. "So do you want to have sex, then?" I whispered as she nuzzled my shoulder.

She froze. "What?" she asked.

"Sex," I repeated smiling. Thinking that her answer must surely be yes.

"No, I do not," she pushed me away and stood up.

"What?" I was stunned.

"I'm not going to have sex with you, Kevin," she walked over to her wardrobe and took out a silk robe.

I didn't know what to say. There wasn't much I could say. It'd seemed pretty obvious to me that we were going to have sex, Suddenly when I mentioned it she stopped being interested.

I didn't understand why she'd do it last time but not now. But I couldn't think of a way of asking her with out it turning into an argument were she would think I was trying to persuade her. And I didn't want that. So I started to get dressed.

Alexandra picked up the coffee mugs. "You didn't even finish your coffee," she said.

"Well it must be cold now," I replied. "You can't expect me to finish it."

"No. Of course not," she walked to the sink and poured it away.

I sat up on one of the armchairs and pulled my shoes out from under it.

"So do you want to go out on Friday," I asked.

"Yeah OK," she replied. "I'll be staying up this weekend for a tennis match I have on Sunday anyway."

The thought that she was implying that she wouldn't be interested in staying up for the weekend in order to see me flared in my mind. But I quickly suppressed it.

"Same time same place?" I smiled.

"Err, no, Kevin," she said. "I think we'd better make it a bit later. I don't know how I managed to make it last time."

"Eight O'clock?" I suggested.

"Make it a quarter past," she said.

"A quarter past eight's fine with me," I replied. I was overjoyed that she wanted to go out with me at all.

She stood across the room from me and watched me pull on my shoes. I liked the feeling of her eyes on me.

"I still haven't got over the way you tie your laces," she said.

I looked up and shrugged, "I didn't know that it was so unusual."

She walked across and stood in front of me. "It's weird," she said. "I don't see how they don't open."

"Well they don't," I bent down to demonstrate. "Unless you pull the lose end." I pulled the laces open.

She laughed.

"And then I'd tie them again," I said.

She said nothing as I re-tied them.

I looked up at her and smiled, "So you really don't want to have sex with me then."

She shook her head. "I can see than I'm going to have to play it very cool with you," she giggled.

I felt a momentary unease that she should use a phase like "play it cool". But I reached around her and hugged her, pressing my cheek against her stomach. "Not too cool I hope," I whispered.

She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair.

I didn't want to move I just wanted to hug her and feel her hands on me.

"Come on," she stepped away. "Time for you to go." She walked to the door to open it for me.

I followed and as I walked passed I stopped to hug her again. She hugged back and we kissed. I stepped back smiling as I put my hand to her breast and squeezed it through the silk of her robe.

"See you Friday at quarter past eight," I smiled.

She smiled back and ran her hand across the back of mine. "See you Friday," she repeated.

I turned and walked out, confused and frustrated. Frustrated, because I'd wanted to make love to her and she hadn't. Confused, because I felt she'd rejected me by not having sex with me again, but then she'd kissed and hugged me, so she clearly hadn't rejected me. It gave me much food for thought as I mulled over the contradictions over the next few days.

So once again I found myself standing outside Eason's on a Friday night waiting for Alexandra to show. I couldn't help wondering if this was going to become routine. If I was going to spend months, if not years, standing around on O'Connell Street anxiously looking up and down for Alexandra to appear. And if I was going to spend months, if not years, wondering how she felt about me.

Then she arrived. She looked gorgeous in the late evening sunlight, even though she was dressed causally in jeans and a red T-shirt, with a light jacket that matched. It occurred to me that she'd probably dressed up for our first date, but I as usual had just worn jeans and a T-shirt. So this time she'd decided to dress more casual. I don't tend to dress up and forget that people dress to impress each other. I believe that a beautiful girl looks beautiful regardless of what she wears. If I think that a girl only looks good because of her clothes and make-up I tend to be put off. Though it's not always possible to decide in the heat of the moment.

I wanted very much to hug Alexandra as she came up and smiled at me. But she stopped just short, so all I did was smile back and say "Hi."

"Hi," she responded and shivers ran up my spine.

"I thought we might go to another film," I suggested.

"Yeah," she nodded. "There's a good one on up in the lighthouse."

"Do you mean 'September Bride'?" I asked.

"Yes," she smiled. "That's the one." She looked slightly worried, "You haven't seen it already, have you?"

"No. That's the one I was thinking of suggesting, as well," I smiled back.

"So what time does it start at?" she asked.

I checked the time, "In about two minutes."

"So lets go then," she turned and started walking.

I quickly caught up with her and slipped my hand into hers. She smiled and squeezed it tightly.

The film was set in northern Ireland and was about this headstrong young woman who has an illegitimate baby and ends up living with two brothers. All three, needless to say, get ostracised by the local community. It was a moving insight into the life and times of the period. With a lasting impression that a lot of the prejudices still exist to this day.

We went for a drink afterwards and had a very heated discussion about the rights and wrongs portrayed in the film. It being a good film there was a lot to discuss. Even though we started out in what could be considered very tricky ground, where our differences in views could easily have mortally wounded our relationship, we ended up discussing such esoteric generalities that neither of us got in the least bit offended.

When we left the pub we didn't say anything about where we were going, we just started walking back to her place. The night was lovely, I was walking hand in hand with a beautiful girl, on my way back to her place, having been entertained and stimulated, and with a few drinks inside me. It was a near perfect night. With more to come.

She led me into her flat with out saying a word. As I hung up my coat on the back of the door she asked, "Do you want some coffee?"

"Sure," I said.

"Black no sugar," she stepped into the kitchen alcove. "Right?"

"Right," I agreed and sat in one of her armchairs. There was a tube of tennis balls and a racket on the other. "So have you played much tennis this week?" I picked up the racket and tested the tension against my finger tips.

"Yes," she smiled. "I beat the number ten ranked player on Wednesday." She put two mugs on the counter, "But it was only a friendly, so it doesn't count for the rankings."

"Yeah," I said. "But now you know you can beat her."

"But now she knows to," she smiled back as she spooned some coffee into the mugs.

I put the racket down and bent to my shoes. "Do you mind if I make myself comfortable?" I gestured to my laces.

"No," she screwed the coffee jar closed and put it back in the cupboard. "Be my guest."

"I am your guest," I smiled back as I took off my shoes and stockings. And tucked them under the chair, out of the way.

"I'll be back in a moment," she walked towards the door. "Make the coffee when the water boils, will you," she flicked on the light and closed the bathroom door behind her.

I heard her moving around inside, but couldn't quite figure out what she was doing. The kettle boiled just as she flushed the toilet. I got up and poured the water into the mugs as she washed her hands. A few moments later she came back out.

"I didn't know if you took milk and sugar," I nodded towards the coffee. "So I didn't put any in."

"That's OK, Kevin," she poured a drop of milk into her coffee. "I don't take sugar."

I took a sip from my mug. She'd refreshed her perfume in the bathroom and she smelt gorgeous. I brushed my fingers across the side of her face and lightly caressed her ear. She smiled back and sipped her coffee. I continued to caress.

"Why are we standing," she looked around at the armchairs. "Lets sit." She walked over, dumped the tennis balls and racket on to the floor and sat down.

I walked over and sat beside her.

"So how often do you play tennis then?" I asked.

"As often as I can," she replied. "Usually about three or four times a week."

"You really do like it then," I sipped my coffee.

"Oh, yes," she said. "I couldn't live without it."

Her hand was resting on the arm of her chair so I reached over and started to stroke her fingers. She wiggled them and stroked my hand back.

I can't remember what we talked about for the next ten or fifteen minutes as we sipped our coffee and stroked each other's hands. But I was very aroused by the time we finished.

She took the empty mug from my hand. "At least you finished the coffee this time," she smiled.

"I feel I might need the caffeine tonight," I replied.

She walked across and put the cups in the sink. I stood and followed her, stopping behind her and putting my arms around her waist. She lent back against me as I hugged her and buried my face in her sweet smelling hair.

Then I ran my hands up to squeeze her breasts. She turned smiling and we kissed, my hands running across her back, her hands through my hair.

Stepping back I opened my mouth to say something, but she put her finger to my lips. "Don't talk, Kevin," she whispered and kissed me again.

I pulled her T-shirt out of her jeans, pushed my hands underneath and ran them up her back. She leaned forward against me and sighed. I hugged her as she nuzzled my shoulder. Then I unhooked her bra. She tensed and leaned away. I smiled at her and ran my hands around to lift her bra clear of her breasts. As soon as my hands were on her breasts she sighed and relaxed again.

We kissed lightly. She brought her hands down and put them around my waist. I lifted her T-shirt and looked down at her breasts. She kissed my cheek and ear as I caressed her breasts. Then I cupped one in my hand and bent down to kiss her nipple. Her hands came up to rub my hair again.

I pinched her nipple between my lips, released it and I lightly licked it. I ran my tongue around and across it, pressing my lips to her breast. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked inside as much of her breast as would fit. She gasped, her breath hot and moist on my ear.

I slowly closed my mouth and pushed her breast back out again, circling my head as I did so. Tightening my lips across her skin, until just her nipple was caught between them. I ran my tongue back and forth across it, pressing it first against my top lip, then against my lower.

Her left hand was massaging the back of my neck, her other had a handful of my hair. She was looking down at me and I could feel her breath, fast and ragged, against the side of my face.

I looked up at her and smiled, then knelt in front of her and rubbed my nose against her belly button, brushing it through the light fuzz of hair that surrounded it, smiling at the tickles. Both her hands rested on my head, but she made no attempt to guide me.

Then I opened her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. I pulled them open and ran my nose down through the thickening hair until I reached her panties. I could smell she was aroused. I pushed my hands inside her jeans and felt her warm soft skin, with her firm muscles underneath. Leaving my head pressed against her abdomen I ran my hands down her legs pushing her jeans down and pulled them away as she stepped out of them.




Alexandra Ch. 03



Sitting back on my ankles I looked up at her again. At the T- shirt bunched up to expose her breasts and at her hair falling down around her face as she looked down at me. I reached up to pull her panties down, but she pushed my hands aside and knelt beside me with her legs together. I leaned forward, put my arms around and kissed her. She responded and we hugged each other close.

I was quite heated by this stage, so I sat back and unbuttoned my shirt. She ran her hands across my body as I slipped my arms out of the sleeves and tossed the shirt to one side. I was wearing a T-shirt underneath and I quickly pulled that off and tossed it aside as well. Her fingers plucked at the hairs on my chest.

I reached over to pull her T-shirt off, but she shook her head and whispered "No." So I put my arms around her again and we kissed.

Our tongues rolled around each other's and she leaned into me, one hand on my back, the other caressing one of my nipples. My right arm was around her, holding her close. And I brought my left hand down onto her breast again and massaged it in time to the thrusts of my tongue.

Then I slowly slid it down her body and slipped it between her legs. I ran my finger along her damp panties and felt her open lips underneath. I brought my hand back up and slipped my fingers under her panties and into her thick pubic hair.

She shifted against me and I moved around a fraction to support her with my right arm and get a slightly better angle for my left. Our tongues and lips still worked with each other, but my attention was focused on the finger tips of my left hand as they slipped through her hair and across her other lips.

Her legs opened wider and I ran my finger along the length of her slit and around the opening of her vagina. Our mouths separated and she rested her head against my shoulder. I could feel her warm skin against mine and her breath against my ear. I slipped the tip of my finger inside and began to rub my hand up and down.

She gasped and her breath began to come faster as I established a rhythm and then began to slowly increase it. She began to rock against me in time with my strokes and moaned as I pushed my finger further inside her. All my attention was focused on my fingers as they rubbed against her and on my ear as her hot breath poured over it. I could feel the weight of her against my arm and her rocking against me as only minor background events.

Then she tensed against me. Her body arching, her arms hugging me close and the muscles of her vagina squeezing closed around my finger. She let out one long last breath against my ear.

We stayed that way for a timeless moment. Then she relaxed again and reached down to pull my hand out of her panties.

She nuzzled my shoulder. I lay back and rested my shoulders against one of the armchairs. She settled on top of me, rubbing her cheek against my chest. I felt elated. I felt as if I glowed. This was almost better than coming myself. My orgasm is a known pleasure, sometimes great, sometimes not so great, yet always something within the normal range of my experiences. But I'd never felt this pleasure before. To hold Alexandra in my arms while she climaxed. To know that I'd made her come. To have had such an intimate exchange with her. It just blew my mind.

In fact, I suddenly realised, I wanted to do it again. I reached down and ran my fingers under her breast, rubbing her nipple with my thumb. She looked up lazily and slowly smiled. I leaned forward and she sat up so we could kiss.

Maybe I was still keyed up because I'd not come, but I rushed into it. I wanted to make her come again. To relive that thrill of excitement when she came. I pushed my hand back down into her panties. She froze, her lips cold on mine. I lent back to ask her what was the matter. But before I could speak she took hold of my hand and pulled it away. I didn't know why, but I knew that I'd offended her.

She stood up and my hands were empty again.

"I think you'd better go now," she said.

I almost asked "Why?", but caught myself in time.

She sat on the end of the bed and pulled her jeans on, not looking at me.

I didn't understand why, but she'd asked me to leave so I thought I'd better go. I dressed quickly. We didn't say anything. We didn't look at each other.

She kissed my cheek as she handed me my coat. I put my arm around her waist and kissed her lips. She responded. And I thought, At least she's not angry with me.

"So do you want to do anything over the weekend?" I whispered.

She looked down. "I'm not sure I'll have time, Kevin." Then she stepped away from me. "I've got tennis coaching on Saturday, and I'm going stock car racing on Saturday night with my brother." She shrugged, "And then on Sunday I've got a tennis match against the girl who's ranked second in the club." She looked up at me, "So I really don't have the time."

"That's OK," I smiled at her as I put on my coat.

She smiled back. Then walked ahead to open the door for me.

At the door I put my arm around her and we kissed again. I hugged her and she snuggled into my embrace. I reached down and pressed my hand against her bottom, remembering the feel of her skin under my fingers. She brought her arms down between us. I stepped back my hands going to her hips.

"See you next Tuesday," she whispered.

"All right," I brought my hand up to her left breast and gave it one final squeeze and kissed her lightly. "See you then," I turned and walked out.

As I walked home I had a underlining dread that this was going to become routine. That somehow making love to Alexandra wasn't bringing us closer to each other as it should. That I'd end up walking home alone for the rest of my life. But then maybe this is just hindsight. At the time I was just ecstatic that she'd come in my arms again.