13 comments/ 52189 views/ 28 favorites Chalk and Cheese Ch. 01 By: ElleMunro78 Hello there, I have promised myself to give this writing thing a go with all my heart so many thanks for taking the time to read this. I have no idea where this story is going but I do promise myself at least to finish it! Please send through comments and criticisms as you see fit. Thanks v much - Elle x o0o0o0o0o Chapter 1 "It's just a date, nothing more. You spend a couple of hours in his company, then you come home and imagine, if you like him then maybe that might be the beginning of something, and if not then you've had a great night and a couple of drinks. No one loses." This impassioned speech had been presented to me by my sister, my interfering and overbearing sister. Once a month without fail, she would bring her phone with a photograph of an eligible bachelor on it and present it to me like a Knight returning from the Crusades bearing the Holy Grail. It never mattered that I really wasn't interested in anyone that she could find for me; her belief was that it would be better to be with someone, anyone – rather than no one at all. So Roni continued her speech, "So this is Gregory, Greg. He works with Mike at the firm, fairly established although I'm not sure how much he makes."
"I don't care how much –" but my interjection was hastily dismissed with the flap of a hand
, "He's lovely and really into kids and stuff" she continued. Yes, that is honestly how my sister thinks. Not even past the first date and planning kids. Time to bring out the big guns, "Kids and stuff, I don't really think a paedophile would be all that attracted to me lovely" Veronica halted her conversation and turned towards me. I was in trouble now, "God, you can be so childish sometimes, honestly, it's not even worth talking to you about this." "Great, well then let's not!" Realising she had been outmanoeuvred; my sister folded her arms and huffed a great sigh. I have to explain, I wasn't averse to the idea of dating, or even being set up on a date by someone. It's just that my sister and I are so different it beggars belief, and the type of man for me would not be anywhere near the type of man she would find for me. You see, I liked my men to follow a certain formula. I liked them lean and short, preferably black like me but that's not a deal breaker but most of all I liked them fun. I loved a man that could make me laugh, who wasn't embarrassed to make a fool of himself and who didn't take life too seriously. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't looking for a clown, but I did want someone who had a healthy balance in his life. I hadn't met anyone filling those criteria and had been single for over a year which to my happily married sister was tantamount to blasphemy and so she had taken it upon herself to hasten the search for me. Not wanting to give up so easily, which was another throwback to our childhood lives Roni had to win or at least finish every "discussion" that we had. "So anyway, I'll get Greg to give you a call will I?" I turned from the pot I was stirring to see my sister getting up from my table and putting on her coat and swinging her handbag onto her shoulder, this was not a good sign, she was running out on the argument thereby winning by default. I raised my wooden spoon out of the pan and flicked carbonara sauce over her, "Oi, just you wait a second." But she was too practiced at this having perfected her art on the multitude of boyfriends that had frequented her life before she lost her heart to her husband, "No, no I can't stay and anyway I can see you're busy cooking" And with that, my sister left my kitchen in a cloud of Chanel No.5 having fulfilled the purpose of her visit; beating her sister in an argument and filling her smug quota for the day. Veronica Collins was nothing if not driven. Turning back to my sauce which was now burning I pushed the idea of a new date out of my mind and tried to concentrate on finding the solution to my work problem which my sister had interrupted with her lame attempts at Blind Date. ****************** Mike Collins was sheepishly scratching his head as his co-worker stared at him, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Mike grimaced, "I'm really sorry, my wife, she just got this idea..." "But from where?" "I have no idea, to be honest, more often than not, I have no idea of just what my wife is doing or is capable of and that's where we are now. She has told her sister that she is passing her number on to you so that you can go on a date or something. You don't have to go on the date; I just want it noted that I have passed on the number to you so that she won't withhold sex or anything like that." Greg nodded still in a state of shock. This type of thing didn't happen to him often. He was just a lawyer, a tax lawyer at that. It wasn't a sexy job and to be honest he didn't really feel he was all that sexy himself. So to have Mike's beautiful wife who he had met on more than one occasion suggest that he would be a good match for her sister was beyond belief if he was honest. He was very safe, the typical "friend" that girls were always happy to share the bed with, hang out with but never really to go out with. He was in his early thirties, with no girlfriend or prospect of wife, what did he have to lose? Sinking back into his seat and swivelling his chair to face the skyline, Greg took the time to think for a moment. It was a beautiful day, the sky was blue with fluffy white clouds lazily drifting , travelling with no destination in mind, and being this high up meant that the noise from the traffic was muted so it really was just a dull roar. Or maybe that was just in his head. Who knew? He turned back to his desk and looked at the piece of paper that Mike had left with the name and number on it. He supposed he had nothing much to lose; he hadn't been on a date in a couple of months, relying on porn and fantasy to get himself off and now here was the option of a date with a living and breathing lady! It couldn't hurt could it? A couple of hours, a nice dinner, maybe drinks and who knew? ******************** I was being taken around a tour of the guest house inn where my latest client had decided she wanted to get married. She was hoping to have an outdoor ceremony in the English countryside in October. I had tried in every way humanly possible to try and dissuade her from this but she wasn't to be budged. I was getting quite irritated but as Veronica always told me, "Victoria, the client is always right." So I tuned into the hospitality representative guiding us around the venue and my client oohing and aahing over every fucking thing. I have to explain, I love my job. Planning weddings is the best thing and it's great fun for obvious reasons, but one thing I didn't take into consideration was the handling of people. I'm not very good with people all that much but love the intricacies of organising weddings. I always wish that I had that thing that people have when they're really good at interacting with people and pretending to love it when they don't give a shit. Unfortunately I don't have that quality which means I spend a great deal of my days gnashing my teeth and tapping my toes. On this day, I had been listening to Carrie for six hours. Carrie's and my appointment had only been scheduled for an hour and a half and then I had been supposed to make this tour by myself to discuss logistics and such with the venue. But I had a problem in that Carrie had taken a bit of a shine to me since I had agreed to organise her wedding and as a result she was with me all the time. All the time. As we looked at the room where her wedding would be performed if she hadn't insisted on getting married outside, I once more plead with Carrie to go and speak to her fiancé about holding the ceremony inside and while Carrie for the first time in the time that I had known her, agreed to think about it, the dulcet tones of Miley Cyrus belted out from the depths of my handbag - God I was going to kill my nephew when I got hold of him. I turned to Carrie, "Can you excuse me for a sec?" "Hello." ****************** Greg was startled by the quick response on the phone. If he was honest he would have preferred it if the phone had gone to voicemail. He wasn't even sure if he really wanted to make this call but here he was. He cleared his throat, "Um, yeah hi. Is that Victoria? " "Yes, speaking? How can I help?" She sounded abrupt. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. "My name's Greg, I'm a friend of Mike's. I think your sister has suggested that maybe we go for a drink or something?" Greg heard her exhale and then silence. "Hello?" "Yep, I'm here. I was just doing the pros and cons. Sorry, that's very rude isn't it? I was just thinking if I go out with you and we have a good time then my sister is going to be smug for months and I was just trying to work out if it was worth the sacrifice." This made Greg laugh out loud which brought goose bumps to Victoria's skin. "Well how about we go out and we don't tell your sister and then we can re evaluate the situation at the end of it? How's that?" "That sounds good." "Great." They made their arrangements to meet with Victoria promising to be wearing a carnation and carrying a newspaper so that he'd be able to recognise her, and with him suggesting he'd make a reservation in his name so that they could meet at the table. Once they had finished their conversation, both hung up and thought, "Oh God, what have I let myself in for?" *********************************** Chalk and Cheese Ch. 02 Hello, thanks for all of your feedback and votes. This chapter is a little slow but I was trying to build the anticipation so I hope you enjoy. Again, please vote and comment, as it's a really good way for me to learn. Hope you enjoy Elle x ******** I wondered to myself if it would be appropriate to rock up to my date in my jeans and Ugg boots but I had a feeling that the maitre d' probably would frown on ripped Levis and a Barbie Tshirt. This was the thing I hated about dates. They made you analyse the things you hate about yourself in a bid to hide them so that someone would love you. Irritating really. I huffed a sigh and plonked myself down on my vanity stool. I say vanity stool but mean upturned box in the hallway facing the mirror. Two years moved in and still not completely unpacked. My overanalytical mother would have said that this was because I had commitment issues and she'd be right. However, I realised that this mode of thinking was a means of distraction and I still had to find something to wear for this date that my sister had arranged for me. Huffing another deep sigh of regret, I pulled out my strapless black dress, which had never failed me in the past - although I wasn't sure of what it was to succeed at in this case - and made my way to the bathroom in a bid to make myself beautiful, or at least passable. Having been on blind dates arranged by my sister before, I had learnt not to hold out much hope, and this time I really wasn't holding out any hope. The guys that I had always preferred to date had been manual workers or at least good with their hands. I loved a bad boy, someone who wasn't quite sure where he was going in life because it meant that I didn't have to worry about that conversation about where we were going and what this relationship meant and more than anything, man was I a sucker for calloused hands that could rip stockings in a fit of passion and soulful temperaments who really weren't all that bothered about money and status. My sister had always despaired of this as it went against every quality that she looked for in a man and she had tested those qualities extensively with her potential boyfriends before finding Michael who she fell in love with and who luckily happened to be successful and wealthy. So because all of Roni's dreams had come true, and she was living the life of Reilly or some such person, she felt it was her responsibility to provide such dream fulfilment to her little sister. What she failed to notice however was that her little sister was significantly different from her. I found it difficult to put into words what I wanted, but a carbon copy of my brother wasn't it. I loved Mike in the "Hey doofus, how's it going" kind of way - not in the " God I find you so sexy Michael Collins, won't you come and fuck me" kind of a way and so my worry for this prospective date was that this man, this Greg that my sister had set me up with, was the same age as Mike, did the same job as Mike, and was probably in all actuality a Mike mark II. God I was dreading this. ************* Greg was kicking himself, nerves having got the better of him. He was pacing in his office and had been doing so for the past hour. He had rules - his life was run by rules and the no blind date rule had been in the top ten. He had always resolved to himself that he would stick to those rules; don't go on them - they're always a fuck up, and yet here he was, breaking his rule so that his friend could continue to get laid by his wife. Frankly it was ridiculous; although if Greg were honest with himself, if he had a wife that looked like Veronica Collins, he'd do everything to ensure he kept her happy too! He continued pacing and was interrupted by the sound of his office door opening and an exasperated tone, "Jeez Greg, what's the matter with you? Your constant pacing is giving me motion sickness." Greg stopped mid pace to look at Tamara, his secretary, or as his colleagues had named her (although never to her face or within ten miles of her earshot), Terror the guard dog. He smiled sheepishly, "Sorry Tams, was just thinking about something." "Yes Gregory, I could see you were thinking about something, but what could be so bad that it would cause you to pace the floor like a caged lion?" He shrugged and started to pace again, "Greg! Stop! Me and the baby don't like it." Greg stopped immediately and Tamara congratulated herself. She had been working for Greg for over five years and if there was one thing that she knew, it was that he knew nothing about what was and wasn't normal and acceptable in pregnancy. She was about three quarters of the way through her pregnancy and had had a great deal of fun and had gotten away with murder since she had revealed her condition to her very kind boss. Greg sank down on his sofa and watched Tamara try and get comfortable in his big leather chair waiting for him to unload his problem. She watched him flick a glance at her and lean his elbows onto his knees sinking the heel of each palm into each eye. Tamara watched him rub his eyes and then look up at her, his cerulean gaze fixed on her. Blimey, this must be bad, she thought to herself. Greg took a deep breath and started to speak, "Mike has set me up on a blind date with his sister." "Mike who?" "Mike Collins" "Oh! And?" "What do you mean 'And?' Isn't that enough?" "Well it's been a while since you dipped your wick - let's be honest - so it's about time you went out on a date, but Mike Collins? Isn't his wife kind of, well, high maintenance?" Greg exhaled a deep breath, "Yep" Tamara rolled her eyes, irritated by the short sharp response, "Is that the kind of woman you want?" "No, not at all, but I have less than an hour and had already agreed to it and I think it's too late to cancel." He looked at her while she was deep in thought and jumped as started to speak, "Well, why don't you go and meet her and we'll do that thing that girls do, you know, I'll call you on your mobile and there'll be an emergency at the office or something and you can excuse yourself honourably having kept your promise to Mike and then everyone wins." Greg's face lit up and he grinned up at the little woman with the massive bump swinging her legs in his leather chair, "Thanks Tams, I don't know what I would do without you" He really should grin more often, Tamara mused to herself as she hefted herself out of her chair and winked at her boss, "Hey, just remember, come christening time, Junior here" she rubbed her belly to demonstrate, "Junior will only accept gifts from Tiffany." ***************** I had promised Greg a carnation and a newspaper and that's what I was going to give him. I had curled my black chin length bob into barrel curls and had slipped a silk red carnation behind my ear. I was delighted my dress still fit given my current penchant for creamy pasta dishes and checked myself out in the window of the newsagents as I bought the newspaper that would display my identity. Being five foot four was normally something I hated until I was able to slide my feet into my killer heels and this evening's pair were particularly beautiful, patent red to match my carnation and shiny with a thin and very high heel. I scrubbed up well even if I did say so myself. I was so wrapped up in congratulating myself for making it out of the house that I didn't notice the newsagent offering my change until I heard him call, "Miss?" Embarrassed at being caught with my vanity, I held out my hand for my change and he winked at me, "He's a lucky man lovely" Giving me the bolster that I needed, I smiled flirtatiously and blew the old man a kiss and skipped to the restaurant, newspaper in hand. ****************** Greg was early, but then Greg was always early - he didn't like to keep people waiting. As he sat at the table, he toyed with the cutlery wondering if he could use the dinner knife to slit his wrists and wondering what the management of this esteemed establishment would do if this was to happen. He was no longer impressed by these types of places as he had to frequent them so often, but working under the assumption that Victoria was similar to her sister then only the best would do and he did want to make a good first impression. He checked his phone for the fiftieth time to ensure that it was switched on and the ringer was on full volume so there would be no doubt when Tamara called, and it was at this point that he heard the maitre d' announce that his guest had arrived. Startled by the sudden arrival at his table, Greg looked up and felt his mouth go dry. Standing in front of him was a curvy petite woman who reached to about his shoulder but a quick glance showed him that without those sexy shoes she would probably reach his elbow. She was wearing a black strapless dress that reached just above her knees and her skin was the colour of milk chocolate and looked as though it was glowing. Greg could feel his hand lifting in a bid to touch it to see if it felt as soft as it looked but caught himself in time. As he looked at her he saw that her dress skimmed over generous breasts and led down to a waist so small that he was almost certain he could probably fit both of his hands around her waist and that led him to imagine how that would feel and then he wondered how it would feel without the dress in his way. Somewhere in the recess of his mind he realised that his perusal of probably the most attractive woman he had ever met was actually quite rude and this was confirmed as he heard her clear her throat, "I hope you're Greg and not just some man staring at me for no reason otherwise I'm going to have to charge you," Greg's head snapped up and his blue eyes met large brown ones which seemed amused by his inability to form a sentence. His eyes travelled her face and he found high cheekbones, a button nose and full lips that were coated in some kind of thing that made them shiny and God did he he just want to lick them. "Well Gregory, you and I can stand here and stare at one another for the evening or we can sit at the table and have dinner." Greg's cock jumped at the use of his full name and he resolved that for her, he would always be Gregory. He smiled up at her and stood up to his full height holding out his hand, "Um, yeah, sorry. Excuse my manners; Hi Victoria, I'm Greg." ************************ Oh my goodness, I didn't know tax lawyers could look like this. He stood up to shake my hand and towered above me, and then he smiled at me as he introduced himself and something happened in my underwear. He's beautiful in a manly massive kind of a way. I don't normally like big men as a rule but goodness me! Greg was about six foot three and wearing a dark navy pin stripe suit with a light blue shirt and no tie. His hair was dark and cropped close to his head and he was all angles - sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, broad shoulders, narrow waist - nothing at all like anything I had ever noticed before but although my brain was trying to deny it, my body was welcoming him like a lost puppy returning to its owner. I think he was nervous because he couldn't hold eye contact with me for too long. To be honest, I was quite grateful for this because if he did maintain the eye contact, he probably would have seen the lust dripping from mine as I appraised him. I took his hand and shook it answering him, "Hi Greg, I'm late and feel a little foolish - there was no need for my newspaper and carnation." He smiled at me, "I like the carnation and you can always read the newspaper on the way home" "Ah, an enterprising thought - and please, the only person that calls me Victoria is my sister, and that's because she has issues so Vic is fine or Tori but please, never Victoria." I liked the feel of his hand, or rather paw - it was so big, in mine. I liked feeling him touch me. The hair on the back of my neck raised as his thumb stroked my hand as he spoke to me. We stared at one another, I was lost in the blue of his eyes. He really didn't look like a tax lawyer. The maitre d' cleared his throat, "Would Sir and Madam like to take a seat?" I was startled out of my reverie and into embarrassment, having forgotten the maitre d', and I think Greg was too, so we let go of one another's hand and made a move to sit down at the table. As I accepted the menu from the maitre d' I could feel Greg looking me over. I could feel my skin getting hotter and wondered if it was sluttish that I really wanted him to lay me down on the table and have his wicked way with me. He was speaking to me; God I really had to concentrate. "You look nothing like your sister," My heart sank a little at this. I was aware of how beautiful Roni was but had thought that if she was setting me up with someone, it would be someone who hadn't poured heaps of praise on her. Obviously I was wrong on this occasion. I smiled in what I hoped was a 'I'm not irritated by your observation you hunk of burning love' kind of a way, "Yeah, I get that a lot. Roni has always been the swan in the family who missed out on the ugly duckling phase. The rest of us in the family are mere mortals." I studied the menu kicking myself for thinking this could be something other than what it was. A blind date with a tax lawyer - eye on the prize Victoria. "I've upset you, I didn't mean to. Your sister is very beautiful but I meant that I thought that you were prettier than her. I'm sorry if that's rude." The sun had come out again. I smiled at him, "Well it is rude, but I'm delighted by rudeness so we can be friends. I don't normally come to these types of places so let's have a lovely bottle of wine and get to know one another eh?" ****************** For Greg, the next couple of hours were revelatory, Victoria, or Tori, was fun. She was indiscreet and had a very loud laugh which was something he normally balked at. Greg's dates were always ladies who went to the right schools had great jobs and excellent prospects. Tori was nothing like any of these and yet she had made him laugh so much he had spurted wine out of his nose. Among the many titbits she had shared, she had told him about losing her virginity to her best friend's brother and how he continued, even after all this time, to cower in fear if she mentioned anything about Terminator 2 in front of his sister, as this had been the movie playing when the deed had taken place. For all of her petiteness, she packed away the food and was happy to finish what he couldn't eat and have dessert and not apologising for it. When he quizzed her about how she managed to stay so small, she simply said, "I have to workout in order to eat everything I want. I don't like working out but I do love eating!" But it was at dessert that the point of no return was reached. Tori ordered a chocolate fondant while Greg opted only for coffee. He was relaxed and happy and was enjoying watching her enjoy herself. When the waiter placed the fondant in front of her, Greg watched her reaction. He watched her gasp and smile in delight, he wanted to do that to her; and then he watched her cut into the sponge and coo gently as she watched the chocolate seep it's way onto the white plate; he wanted to make her make that sound. But the final straw was the way she slid the spoon into her mouth and sucked the contents of the spoon gently over her tongue. She closed her eyes and savoured the taste and groaned and made Greg harder than he had ever been in his life. He watched her, biting his lip as she experienced the taste, and then got harder when those big brown eyes popped open and caught his lust filled gaze. "Greg?" He cleared his throat, embarrassed at being caught, but willing himself to maintain eye contact, "Yes?" "You see how much I liked that?" "Yes" "You should see how much I love breakfast." Tori held his gaze and winked with a smile. Greg frowned to himself and hoping that he had read the signals correctly signalled for the waiter for the bill and a taxi. When the waiter asked for the address and how many stops, Greg sank back in his chair, logic and lust fighting within him. Tori answered for him, "Just one thank you." And, ignoring his stunned and delighted gaze, continued back to eating her fondant. ************************* Chalk and Cheese Ch. 03 Hello again, here's chapter 3 - I hope you enjoy. To the v kind person who sent me the email re my sentence length, I have done my best to keep an eye on this, but thank you for the suggestion. Thank you very much for all of your comments so far, and please rate and comment on this one, I'm enjoying doing this so much! Thanks Elle x 0o0o0o0o0o Greg and Tori were sitting in the back of the taxi apart from one another saying nothing. She was staring out of the window and he was staring at her, wondering if she was regretting her offer to come and stay the night. He wasn't sure what to say - she had been so chatty for most of the evening, he really hadn't had to do anything and now her silence was a little disarming. Looking for a mode of distraction, he reached into his pocket to check for his phone. He had switched his phone on to silent once he had realised that he wanted to spend the evening with Tori, and devoted his attention to her. Looking at the phone now, he could see that he had thirty two missed calls and his voice mailbox was full - God he was going to get it from Tamara on Monday. **************************** I really wanted to bang my head against the window. I wasn't normally so impulsive and I rarely went all the way on a first date. To be honest, I rarely went on dates full stop. Yet here I was, in a taxi, on the way back to this very nice man's flat where I supposed we were about to have sex. I wasn't the most confident when it came to sexual matters or matters of the heart in general but that sodding chocolate fondant had brought something out in me. Something that insinuated that not only was I a sexual tigress but that I was happy to take the lead and show him the best time. Which I was, well maybe not happy but willing at least. The problem was that I was very good in theory and not necessarily in practice (having been out of practice for so long). And now I found myself travelling towards what was probably going to be the biggest humiliation of my life - all because of a bloody chocolate fondant. London was lovely by night, full of lights that merged into blurs as we sped past. Their calming effect restored some semblance of normality to my brain during the journey. I had to evaluate this night. I did want to continue spending the evening with him and it had been so long since I had been with someone, I was letting the negative voices erode the great night that I had had. I resolved to myself that I would just throw myself into this evening. If it all went to shit, I could just go home tomorrow and not have to see him again. People did it all the time, there was no need for me to turn into my mother and overanalyse the situation. But I hadn't done anything like that since Him, and the horrible episode that was Him had been two long years previous which meant I should be over it by now - and yet I wasn't sure that I was yet. I could feel Greg's eyes on me throughout my pensive thoughts and it was at this point that I decided to take the plunge. I rolled my head towards him leaning back against the cool leather of the seat and his smile took my breath away. It seemed as though he were asking permission for something. It would seem that he saw something that encouraged him to reach over to take my hand that was resting in my lap and stroked it gently saying nothing. I smiled back at him and took a deep breath, my heart beginning to race at the touch of his fingers on mine. He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it gently, staring into my eyes and making me lose my breath. Oh God, I hadn't anticipated my evening ending in this way and boy was I in so much trouble. Still holding my hand, he scooted over to my side of the back seat and closing his eyes, rested his forehead against mine, saying nothing. His other hand came around to hold my waist and as he grasped me. I moaned softly wishing he was braver than me and that he would take the first step that I was just too frightened to make. He must have read my mind because he took a sharp breath, gripped me a little tighter and licked my lips before sinking his tongue into my mouth and kissing me into oblivion. *********************** Greg was roused from his pleasurable state by the sound of the cabbie, "Alright lovebirds, that'll be twenty pounds, sixty pence please." Tori giggled in embarrassment and made to reach for her bag to pay for the taxi. Greg stopped her with his hand, "My treat." "I don't mind paying - we can split it." "Don't worry, you can pay me back somehow." He winked at her and opened the door to let her out whilst paying the driver. As he waited for his receipt, he watched Tori run her fingertips gently over her lips as though tracing where his lips had just been. He loved to watch her. He groaned involuntarily when she slid her fingers into her mouth and he wondered what she was trying to taste and if she was trying to taste him. He was eager to have her, but he didn't want to pressure her into anything. He kind of got the feeling that she was a little apprehensive and he wanted to ensure that he made her feel as comfortable as possible. He waited for her to step out of the taxi and took her hand, "Ok?" She nodded and smiled up at him. "Just this way." They walked in silence, the tension building steadily between them. Greg flicked glances at Tori periodically, each glance lingering on a different spot on her body. Greg promised himself he would lick each spot at some point during the coming evening. They stopped in front of the lift and Greg leant his shoulder against the wall whilst waiting for its arrival. He smirked as he watched Tori look everywhere but at him. He was enjoying her nervousness although he was starting to worry that she was regretting her choice to come home with him. And while he would not force her to do anything by any means, now she was here with him, he'd be loath to let her go. Greg watched her tapping her toe, the cool leather of her sole clicking on the marble lobby floor, emphasised by the fact it was the only sound around them and conveying her nervousness. Greg watched her. He could have stood there and watched her all evening. It was warm and yet her nipples were standing out very prominently through her dress. He dragged his gaze upwards to her collarbone and promised himself he would lick across the delicate bone very gently before sucking on her neck. He moved his eyes up to her left earlobe wondering if she was sensitive there and whether she liked to be bitten. His eyes then made their way to her lips where he watched as she took a deep breath and licked her bottom lip slowly from right to left before sucking it in with her teeth. He echoed her deep breath by taking one of his own and lifted his eyes to meet hers, inhaling sharply again when he saw how dark her eyes were conveying her lustful intentions. He smiled, a full beautiful smile, and took a step to hold her again but was interrupted by the "ping" of the lift signalling its arrival. He followed her into the lift raking his gaze down her body and again stilling the urge to take her waist in his hands. Soon, he told himself, very soon. ************************ Greg led me into his flat, and slammed the door behind us. It was dark but somehow it didn't matter as one wall was one big window and the lights of the neighbouring buildings cast a gentle glow across the room. Greg made his way past me and went to switch on a lamp but I stroked his wrist gently, "Do you mind if we leave the light off?" Greg furrowed his brow but nodded, "Sure, whatever you like." I smiled back at him and felt my heart skip a beat, or whatever it says in the songs. I was trying to think of all the porn movies my friends and I had watched on drunken evenings together, all of the Cosmo articles that I had read about pleasing your man. It had only taken one sentence that had put the proverbial spoke in the wheel where my sexual confidence was concerned, "You just don't do it for me," That was all he had said, and that had echoed in my brain for the past two years preventing me from having sex with anyone - even myself. And so now, what did I think I was doing having led this hunk here under a promise that I wasn't sure I could keep. I realised that I was lost in my thoughts again, and when I looked across at Greg, I was still holding his wrist. His very large wrist that I could barely get my hand around. I looked up at him to find him looking back at me, his lovely features only highlighted by the light of passing traffic but otherwise shrouded in darkness. I could work with darkness. I had to make good on my offer, and I really wanted to. I was so tired of having locked myself away that I felt I owed this to myself. "Tor, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I'm happy to talk or whatever," I smiled as he shortened my name even shorter that I had stipulated. It felt nice, personal even. I liked the way it felt. It emboldened me which prompted me to take a step back from him. I dropped his hand and looking at him slowly slid the zip of my dress down. As the dress loosened, the cool air hit my back and prompted goose bumps to rise on my skin. I heard him moan and this caused me to shiver whilst a fresh gush of arousal caused my knickers to stick to my pussy and wish he was touching me. His moan bolstered me, and I continued. I reached behind me and undid my bra, letting it drop to the floor and rubbing my fingers gently across my nipples while watching him watch me. God, this was sexy. I lifted my leg to take my shoe off, but Greg was by my side in a second. He echoed my earlier action and held my wrist, "Please, leave them on." His words kind of broke the sexual spell I was in and I felt a little at sea. Here I was standing in my stockings, a pair of sheer black boyshorts and my patent red heels. My breasts were swollen with arousal and my nipples were so hard I felt they could probably break glass. I nodded at his request and he led me to the sofa where he had been watching my impromptu striptease. He sat back down and pulled me between his legs, his head reaching the underside of my breast. He ran his hand down my back and over my butt and pulled me closer to him. I was finding it very difficult to breathe. I could feel Greg's breath on me, and then his cool lips as they pressed a kiss to my stomach and then his warm tongue as it slid into my navel. I inhaled again and tried to pull away from the pleasure, so intense was the feeling, but his hands were strong, and he held me easily within his grasp. I felt his hands come around my waist and I heard him mutter, "I knew it" before continuing down to my knickers. He looked up at me, "I like these, were they very expensive?" I shook my head, "Good." And with that, he ripped them off, prompting me to moan. His hand stroked over my hip and round as he used both of his hands to gently spread my legs. He lifted two fingers and slid them over my clit very gently. The sensation caused my knee to buckle and Greg looked up at me, "Ok?" I nodded, as much as I could, "Good" He lifted my right leg and placed it to rest on the sofa behind him so that I was open to him. I would normally have found this position embarrassing, wondering if everything was ok, you know, down there. But I was so turned on that I could barely breathe and all I wanted was him to touch me. I thrust my pelvis towards him, trying to get him to touch me; but he was just watching me, inhaling me, squeezing me and making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. His first lick took me by surprise, but the second and all of those that followed caused me to moan his name over and over again. He buried his face between my legs as he spread me open and fucked me with his tongue. He raised his hands up to my breasts and grabbed them as he ran his thumbs over my nipples. I threw my head back and grabbing his head, thrust myself into his face. I couldn't articulate my feelings but every time Greg moaned, I moaned a little louder. I was so turned on by his excitement which prompted him to lick me a little harder and as I could feel my orgasm approaching I gripped his hair and moaned, "Greg, oh God, I'm going to." That was as far as I got before the white light hit me at the same time as the pleasure poured through every cell in my body. My knees buckled but Greg caught me and pulled me gently onto his lap. As I regained my breath, I looked up at him and could see his blue eyes darken as they took in my undone state. I smiled at him, "Dear me you're a talented boy," He grinned, "Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet!" And with that, he swung me over his shoulder, naked but for my shoes and stockings and carried me into what I assumed would be his bedroom. ******************** She was lying in the centre of his bed and he was looking down at her. They hadn't exchanged many words and he wanted to say something to let her know that this wasn't just a one night thing for him. She looked right in the bed, she felt right in his arms and in his mouth. It was a feeling that he wanted to retain and wanted to keep. She was beautiful but he didn't want to be soppy. He took a breath to speak but as though anticipating his words she got to her knees and walked across the bed to meet him. His words stuck in his throat as he watched her. She raised her hands to his shoulders and pulled him closer to her so they could kiss once more. She could taste herself on his lips. For Greg, the fact that she was willing to kiss him and that she enjoyed it, turned him on more than he could ever express. She pulled away from the kiss and leaned back to look at him whilst slowly sliding off his jacket and letting it drop to the floor. Greg's heartbeat started to race as he felt her little fingers undo his shirt slowly. Their eyes held one another's and he watched Tori bite her lip feeling the tension rise once again. He was so hard for her, desperate to feel her once again but she was taking so long. He pushed her hands away and ripped his shirt off. Her eyes widened taking in his body which he had never paid that much attention to before, but right now he was glad that he had kept up with the running and the weight training. He watched her little brown hand trace it's way down his chest, dragging her scarlet red nails across his hard stomach causing him to pant. He moaned as he watched her undo his trousers and then slide her hand into his boxer shorts to stroke him. He felt his skin getting hotter as she leaned forward to run her tongue over his nipple. He reached out to touch her but she leaned back, winking at him, and then leaned down to push his trousers and underwear out of the way and then take him into her mouth. Greg swore loudly throwing his head back and reached blindly for her head. He tried to think of anything that would take his mind off what she was doing but she felt so good. Her tongue was so warm, and the vibrations of her moaning around his cock telling him that she was enjoying it as much as he was almost proved to be his undoing. He pushed her away gently and knelt down so he was eye level with her. She looked stricken, "Did I do something wrong?" Greg laughed, and then realising that she really did think something was wrong, stroked her hair away from her face. "You did everything completely right, it's just if we want this to last any longer than the next six minutes, I needed to stop you. You're far too good at that." He cemented his comment with a long kiss which provoked a moan and a sigh from Tori and which prompted both of them to lay back on the bed. Tori pulled away and looked at him as though searching for something, "What's wrong?" She shrugged, "Nothing, kiss me again." Greg was happy to oblige and shook off the nagging feeling that sat in his gut, leaning forward to kiss her again and settling himself between her legs as she opened up for him. He leaned down and kissed her clit once more before holding his very hard cock and stroking it up and down her opening, gratified to see the wetness coat the head. He watched her arch her back and spread her legs wider. He smiled to himself enjoying the teasing despite how much it was killing him. But she caught him again by lifting her leg and placing her stiletto clad heel on his shoulder and pulling him to her, "Stop fucking teasing and fuck me," Greg couldn't ignore such a direct order and happily slid into her welcoming wetness. They moaned together. He, overcome by the heat and tightness, she surprised by just how much he filled her up. She raised her hands to his shoulders as he rested his weight on his hands and thrust into her. Shallow strokes and then one deep stroke, over and over again, following her moans and pleas as clearly as directions on a map. He felt her orgasm begin to build this time. Felt her tighten, felt her body heat up, felt her pull him close as she began to topple. He was surprised and delighted when she whispered, "Don't stop, please don't ever stop" And then he heard her scream his name as her pussy sucked him in even harder. He buried his face in her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there and waited for her to come down from her high. As he felt her body relax, he pulled away to look at her and found a flushed and sated face that tugged at both his dick and his heart in equal measures. She grinned and wrapped her legs around his waist again pulling him to her, "I don't think we're done yet Gregory." Greg's cock jumped at her stern and yet teasing tone and he leaned down to kiss her again. She whispered in his ear, "Your turn" Grateful for the permission slip, Greg started to thrust, again enjoying her underneath him and hoping he could make her come once more. But the smell of the vanilla in her hair, coupled with her moans of encouragement and the feel of the soft leather of her shoe rubbing against his back were all too much for him. And he poured himself long and hard into her, moaning her name over and over again. They stayed there together for a while until Tori slapped at his back complaining about how heavy he was. He bit her neck chiding her for being rude, but rolled onto his back and pulling her with him. "Ok?" "Ok." she replied sleepily. Greg wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his face against her hair feeling a peace he hadn't felt in a very long time and very much looking forward to the next morning. ********************** Chalk and Cheese Ch. 04 Hi there, Hope you all had a great holiday. Here's chapter 4, I'm sorry it took a little longer than normal but I was away for the Easter break, wrote it longhand and turns out I can't read my own handwriting! Please continue to comment and vote and thanks very much for reading. Elle x 0o0o0o0o0o I woke up not quite realising where I was but realised three things almost immediately. One, my body was sore as though I had been given a thorough going over. Two; I was naked as the day I was born, and three; there was a loud growling noise in my ear. I tried to turn over but the vice like clamp that was draped over my waist prevented me from doing so and turning my head I consciously acknowledged what I had been trying to avoid. Yep, there he was, beautiful even when snoring pretty loudly. His face looked almost childlike; long eyelashes fluttering against pale skin with a hint of redness hinting at the night's previous activities, a shadow growing across his jawline suggesting he must be pretty hairy as it hadn't yet been twenty four hours and yet there was a fledgling beard. I tried to move again but nope, he wasn't having any of it - if anything, his grip just got tighter. Resolving myself to this I lay back in the warmth of his embrace and tried to go back to sleep. Closing my eyes, I remembered the night before with some embarrassment and yet with secret delight. If I was honest, I was rather proud of myself and Mr over there seemed to have enjoyed himself. I wonder what my reservations had been? I hadn't felt this good since... And then it struck me that the last time I had felt even close to this good was about six months before my life had imploded on me. I could feel my heart begin to race and not in the warming sexy way it had the night before, but in a constricting, claustrophobic, stifling way. Looking down at his arm holding me, the contrast in our skins so startling that it was the first time I had really noticed it, I felt as though this was too much. I wasn't strong enough for this, my life was balanced and on track now - why upset the apple cart? Let's be honest here, Greg was successful, very successful and lovely and good looking and pretty much perfect, and here I was pretending to all and sundry that I was kind of doing him a favour when really it was the other way around. It was too much, all of this was too much for me and I wasn't enough for him. ********************** Greg stretched feeling the delicious pull in each of his tendons and grinning to himself. He wondered what Tori would like for breakfast and then wondered if she'd mind him eating her. Opening his eyes and getting ready to greet her with a kiss, he turned to find the rest of his bed empty. He sat up, heart racing and praying with every fibre of his being that she was in the bathroom. Hopping out of the bed, he pulled on his trousers from the night before, and made his way down the hall to check in each room before ending up in the lounge where everything had started the night before. He entered the large room and looked everywhere but at the sofa because he knew that if the sofa was empty of her dress and handbag, then she really was gone. Gone, leaving no note or not even waking him to let him know she was going. He checked the sofa and sighed. Empty. Resigning himself to her absence, he sank down on the sofa, pulling a cushion to his chest and staring into space. He rolled his head towards the window to look at the skyline and out of the corner of his eye, noticed a scrap of sheer black material. Realising it was Tori's underwear from the night before, he shouted, "Fuck!" to no one in particular and made his way back to bed, taking the underwear with him. ************************* This was the problem with being a consultant and putting your address on your business cards; people always knew where to find you. This hadn't happened before and therefore, I was discovering that there was nothing more irritating than having a client watching you do the walk of shame whilst sitting on your doorstep. Even from a distance, her cheeriness was irritating. "Hello there" Carrie eyed me up and down. "Good night?" She was my eighth customer so far. My wedding planning business was fledgling but growing wings slowly but surely. The reviews of the past seven brides had all contained remnants of 'She's quite direct but everything went beautifully on the day' and 'You'll want to strangle her and then she'll be right about one tiny thing and then you're sold' and so on. I'm not a people person but give me something to arrange and organise and I'm your girl. Carrie had heard about me from a friend of a colleague who went to her spin class, and was so desperate to have me, she entered into a bidding war with the other potential bride to be to enlist my services. Once her demands had been explained and our contract had been signed, Carrie had decided we were going to be the best of friends and so had made it her mission to 'thaw me'. And so, there was Carrie, on my doorstep grinning like a Cheshire cat, delighted to find me out of sorts. She pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head and appraised me, Damnit, the tables had turned, "Good night was it?" she asked again, "Carrie, what are you doing here?" She pouted, disappointed that I hadn't responded. "I brought you the swatches of the bridesmaids dresses, I can't decide so thought that you could help me?" "Carrie, of course I'm happy to help you, that's what I'm here for. But not at my house, on a Saturday, without an appointment. I may not have been back so early and you could have had a wasted journey." She responded with the wave of her hand, "Well it's fine because you are here and I didn't wait too long. And I didn't think you'd have that much to do on a Saturday so figured I'd try you here, but look at how wrong I was... Was he good then?" And that was how she broke down my defences. Went from client to friend. Because her nosiness was tempered with concern and nothing else, and I was tired of being closed off and distant and because I found myself in a situation where I had no idea what to do about Greg, and so I capitulated, "Carrie, do you know anything about one night stands?" Her delight at having garnered a personal response from me was evident via her gasp, "Honey, I invented them! Let's go in and you can tell Auntie Carrie all about it." ********************* Of all the people Greg didn't want to run into, there in glorious technicolour was Mike Collins. Unable to sleep and unable to get rid of the erection that seemed to permanently haunt him since having found Tori's underwear, Greg had gone to work in a bid to lose himself in his client's latest disaster. And it had worked, well almost. Disappointed that he hadn't made as much of an impression on Tori as she had made on him, he had only thought about her every three to four minutes rather than every other minute as he had when he'd woken up. Progress. But now his progress was hampered as Mike's friendly face popped around the door, "Greg, Jesus it's Saturday - what are you doing here?" Greg shrugged, unsure if he should confide in Mike, but surely Mike was the closest link he had to Tori. He didn't want to pester her by calling and anyway she had his number so she could call him if she wanted to. But if he enquired after her, then maybe Mike could help him out somehow? Greg gestured to his papers in explanation and shrugged. Mike grimaced in sympathy, "Oh that's shit isn't it? Well don't stay too long will you? I'm just on my way out with -" Greg cut him off, "I went out with Tori." Mike stopped and his eyes widened, "Actually went out? Like on a date?" Greg nodded,"You gave me her number, remember?" Mike continued to nod but Greg realised that Mike was astounded by his previous statement, this was compounded by, "She went out with you? Jesus that's amazing!" Greg frowned again, a little insulted now. Realising this, Mike scrambled to explain, "No, you don't understand, Roni gives Vic a phone number a month of an eligible bachelor and every month, Vic looks at the number, makes some smart arse remark and life goes on. She went out with you huh?" "Actually Mike, and please know that I'm not trying to be indiscreet or anything but I don't know what to do - she came home with me last night. We had a great night, at least I hope she did, but when I woke up this morning she was gone and I don't know what to do from here." Mike sat heavily in the chair opposite Greg's desk and exhaled heavily, "She went home with you? Last night? After your date? And then she had sex with you?" Mike was staring at Greg as though he had grown two heads. "Don't be a prick Mike" Mike shook his head, "I'm not being a prick. You don't understand. Victoria Grayson has not even looked at another man since her fucker of a fiance didn't show up for their wedding two years ago." Greg sank back in his chair, exhaling loudly. Poor Tori, poor him. "Shit!" he exhaled, "So what do I do?" "About what?" a voice trilled as the door to Greg's office opened and to his horror in walked Tori's big sister Veronica Collins. Mike jumped up, "Hey baby, this is a private conversation - can you give us a couple of minutes?" But such is the strength of marriage that Veronica knew when her husband was being shifty, and knew that there was a story there to be heard. Veronica looked from Mike to Greg and back between them again, narrowing her eyes as she put two and two together and made... five, "Does he not want to go out with Vic? Is he reneging?" Both men denied this vehemently but Veronica was already on her high horse and preparing to gallop away, "How dare you! My sister is beautiful and talented and funny and you'd be lucky to have her." Greg raised his hands to placate her but she kept on going, "She runs her own business and is amazing with kids and she's kind and loving and - " "I know!" Greg shouted, stilling the room into silence. Veronica narrowed her eyes at him, "What do you mean you know? You haven't met my sister - how would you-" The cogs turned once more and this time she came up with the correct total, "Have you been out with Victoria?" she whispered ominously. Not waiting for an answer, she swung back to her husband, "Did you know about this?" "Not until about fifteen minutes ago." She swung back to Greg, "Well?" Veronica demanded "Well what?" Greg argued back getting quite annoyed at being shouted at. Mike tried to placate the situation, "Babe, there's something you should know - he slept with Vic." Silence ensued in the office for the first time since Mike's arrival and then all hell broke loose, "That ungrateful fucking bitch - I'm going to flay her when I find her!" Realising that his wife was about to enter into a tirade, Mike gestured sympathetically to Greg promising to call him while shepherding his exceptionally angry wife out of the door. Greg's shoulders slumped realising he was right back where he started and felt significantly worse knowing he had brought Veronica onto Tori's shoulders. Greg's self pity was interrupted by Mike's head popping around the door once more, "Hey, I'll try and have a word with Vic - but you have to promise that all intentions are honourable." Greg nodded vigorously and then stopped mid-nod. Speaking of honour; Fuck, they hadn't used any protection the night before. Following Greg's line of thinking, Mike winced but promised yet again to speak to Victoria and left once more. Greg buried his head in his hands - how could he have been so stupid? ************************* Carrie had walked into my flat and her first words had been, "No wonder you don't have clients here, I wouldn't have employed you if I had seen this." Ignoring her and questioning my judgement, I slid off my decadent shoes which in the light of day looked rather slutty and padded barefoot into the kitchen. I could hear the clip clop of Carrie's shoes following me. She plopped herself at the kitchen table and watched me in silence. Contrary to my thoughts, Carrie's silence actually managed to unnerve me. I had been planning her wedding for close to six months now and in that time we had never had a silence - comfortable or otherwise. I looked at her over my shoulder to find something akin to pity on her face. "What?" I demanded "What?" she countered Bitch, I muttered under my breath but not quite meaning it. In a very brisk tone Carrie boomed, "Right, now that we have gotten that out of the way, do you want to tell me about your evening?" I shook my head and her shoulders sank, "I'll tell you another story though." And so I made coffee for Carrie and I told the story for the first time. Told her about Luke and meeting him in the nightclub which I would never have normally gone to if I hadn't been pushed into it by my sister. I told her about how as soon as I set my eyes on him, I just wanted him, and how I had never felt that way before and it had scared me. I told her about how he came to me and talked to me and seemed to understand my fear - almost as though he had felt it as well. And how we had the best time together. I told Carrie about the way he became my best friend and the way I excluded everyone from my life because there was only room for him. I told her about my mother's concerns and her gentle efforts for me to effect a little distance so that I could reclaim myself before I was completely lost, but how my sister shouted her down because Luke was rich and good looking and successful and how I should appreciate what I had. I told Carrie about us buying the flat and the plans we had to decorate it and his proposal which had come out of nowhere and my delighted acceptance. I told her about his wanting to keep the ceremony as small as possible and only inviting immediate family and thereby alienating what friends I had left by agreeing to this. And then I told her about the morning of my wedding; getting ready and standing in front of the mirror. My mum asking me if I was sure that this was what I wanted to do and me shouting at her telling her that she resented my happiness. And then I told her about the phone ringing and the life draining out of my sister's eyes eyes as Mike relayed the message. That Luke was in his hotel room packing, getting ready to leave. That he wasn't going through with this. I told Carrie about running up the stairs to his room, tripping over and ripping my dress more than once and banging on the door - the tears already starting. And him opening the door, and looking at me as though I was a stranger. He wouldn't let me into the room, wouldn't discuss it, wouldn't explain. He simply said, "I can't marry you, you just don't do it for me," And slammed the door in my face. Once I had finished talking, and crying, I looked up to see Carrie crying also and was surprised to feel her hand in mine. I didn't want this, her pity. I felt sorry enough for myself as it was, I didn't want to lose her respect also. Trying to compose myself, I smiled through my tears, "Right then, shall we have a look at those swatches?" I got up from the table and made my way into the lounge, rifling through her bag to find them. As I turned, she was standing there ready to give me a hug. Now I have to explain, I am not a hugging kind of a person, I never have been, but I figured the least I could give her was a hug back for listening to my sorry story. As she hugged me, she whispered in my ear, "You didn't deserve that, and you are a wonderful person and whilst I don't normally like this word, your ex fiance is a cunt." That made me laugh. The angelic, blonde, corkscrew curled, tiny dancer in front of me using the worst swear word known to man. I hugged her, this time of my own volition and we laughed together. The buzzing of my apartment bell startled us and I made my way to the intercom, "Code 10 Vic, your sister is about two minutes away from me and she's on the warpath - she knows about Greg and is spitting that she had to hear it from someone that wasn't you. Just a warning - she'll be here any minute, we just got lucky there was a Jimmy Choo store around the corner, she got distracted." My heart stilled. After everything that had happened the night before, and now my unburdening of my soul to Carrie, I had forgotten that Roni would need to be dealt with and boy was I going to get it now. Jesus, Saturdays were never this eventful. The intercom buzzed again, "Oh, and Greg thinks he might have knocked you up and is worried that you left without speaking to him. I'm assuming that you liked him as you shagged him so give him a call and put him out of his - Hi baby, yep, I think she's just about to let us up." Taking a deep breath and pressing the buzzer to let them up, I turned to Carrie, "Hey, you ever met a screaming banshee? She raised her eyebrow at me quizzically "No? Well, you're about to meet one." Chalk and Cheese Ch. 05 Hi there, here's the next installment. I think we're nearing the end of Tori and Greg now, probably about two or three chapters left (unless my brain chooses something different - who knows!). I know I say it every time, but thank you for your comments and voting -it's just been amazing. And please continue to do so because this is the best way for me to learn! Thanks very much Elle x 0o0o0o0o0o0 "It's not stalking, it's not stalking, it's not stalking." This was the mantra that Greg was repeating to himself as he paced on the street outside Tori's apartment building. He had made the decision to pursue her, to actively stake his claim on her rather than just sitting back and waiting for her to come to him. No one could deny the chemistry they had with one another, the previous night had demonstrated this. But then Greg also had to take into account that she had been damaged from her previous let down. If he was honest, he hoped that this really was her reason for leaving and not because he was a lousy lay. He hoped that if she took the time to see him again, he could show her that not all men were like that, and that although he was prone to moments of idiocy, for the most part his heart was good. It turned out that she was easy enough to find. Google was amazing for that, and having read her website and testimonials, it was also easy to see she was pretty good at her job. He found it interesting that she would choose to arrange weddings, given what had happened, but whatever it was, it seemed to be working. Once he found the address, he took a deep breath and made his way out hoping he wasn't making a massive mistake, but also very much looking forward to seeing her again. Which led him to be pacing, like an idiot outside her mansion block. He gave himself one last pep talk and jogged his way up the stairs and buzzed the buzzer resolving to himself that he was doing the right thing. *************************** Roni had been in full tirade for about twenty five minutes now. As I looked around the room, I found it created an interesting tableau. Carrie was perched open mouthed on the sofa, watching Roni's temper in fascination, Mike was rubbing his hand over his head back and forth as he always did when he was anxious about his wife throwing a wobbly, and I was flicking through Marie Claire wondering if I could justify a new pair of shoes. I was startled out of my reverie of the beauty that was Gucci by my sister screaming, "You're not listening to me!" I put down my magazine and faced my sister folding my arms, "As I told you at the beginning of this soliloquy of yours, I will not respond to you when you shout at me about something that doesn't involve you." Roni stamped her foot, "But it's not right, I found him for you and you don't even have the decency to tell me about it?" She pointed at her husband, "Mike knows", and then gestured dismissively to Carrie, "She knows." To which Carrie raised her eyebrows at being spoken to in that way - it seemed that we had forgotten that Carrie was a paying customer, but it didn't matter as Roni continued, "And yet I have to find out that my sister has had sex for the first time in two years from the person she did it with." At this new piece of information my eyes widened, "Greg told you I slept with him?" "No, he told Mike and Mike told me." All eyes turned to Mike who raised his hands placatingly, "Now hold on a second, Roni. Vic, he wasn't gossiping - to be honest, the poor guy was worried that maybe he'd fucked up or something and once I told him about Luke..." A stunned silence filled the room. "You told him about Luke?" Carrie gasped Roni gasped at me, "You told her about Luke?" I sank back onto my sofa. These people were beginning to give me a headache, it was like some kind of farcical soap opera. Carrie shook her head at Michael, "I'm not sure you should have told him about that, that's Tori's history that she should tell when she's ready." "What do you know about it, and anyway who are you?" my sister demanded of Carrie Mike sighed, ignoring his wife and responding to Carrie, "I know, I know. It's just that he's a great guy, and I really don't think that he would do anything to hurt her, you know?" Carrie nodded and shrugged, "I suppose." Taking advantage of the sudden distraction, Roni grabbed me by the arm and turning to the rest of the room announced, "I would like to talk to my sister alone," She dragged me into the kitchen and sat me down heavily at the table and then made her way to the opposite side so that she was facing me. I looked at her steadily. My sister was beautiful. All of her features made complete sense on her face. It was as though she got the best from each of our parents which made her physically almost perfect. It had been awful growing up with her, not least because she was completely aware of her beauty, but because she was arrogant with it. Don't get me wrong, I loved my sister, and would kill for her, but Jesus she could be a bitch. Happy to be back in charge, Roni tilted her head to one side and used the patronising tone she usually reserved for shop staff and waiters, "So, how are you feeling?" "I'm feeling fine thank you. I would really like it if you lot left though so I could go have a shower and wash the sex off of me, but somehow I can't see that happening." Roni rolled her eyes, "Don't be crude. You could at least have told me you were going to go out with him." "What so you could have advised me about what to wear, where to go, what to say, and how not to embarrass you and Mike? Give me a break Ron. It was just easier to go out and have a nice night with a nice man with no fuss. He was lovely and I had a lovely evening, but what happens from here is no business of yours." "No, I wish you had told me as it shows that you are getting better and I couldn't bear to see you so broken over Luke." "Well Luke was none of your business and neither is this so why don't you just leave it?" Roni narrowed her eyes at me, a sign of open combat, "You're just ungrateful, that's all it is. I just want you to remember that if this works out, it's only because I found him for you. And I still think you could have made things work with Luke you know, if you'd only changed-." "Changed what?" "Nothing," she shook her head, "Nothing at all." And with that as a parting shot, she pushed back her chair on my tiles, which she knew I hated, and stalked her way back to her husband. I lay my head on the cool marble of the table, wishing I was anywhere else, listening to what seemed to be a bang and a muffled curse and then silence. Blessed silence. I was surprised not to hear Roni expounding on my ungratefulness at the top of her voice to Mike which was what she normally did when she was pissed off with me. I lifted my head and looked over my shoulder, it was very quiet out there. I got up from the table and made my way back to the lounge to find Carrie hopping from foot to foot wringing her hands, Mike walking around in circles like a dog chasing his tail, Roni holding her hands to her mouth in shock and Greg, well Greg was lying on the floor with blood spurting from his nose. ******************************** Greg had had embarrassing moments. There had been the time that his rugby team mates had stolen his clothes after they had gone skinny dipping and forced him to hitchhike naked and then there was the time when he was seventeen and finally got the love of his life home after a party and then vomited on her from having drunk too much vodka. But as far as he was concerned, there was nothing worse than having made a gallant effort to find the woman who he desperately wanted, only to be assaulted by her sister's massive designer handbag containing the new very expensive pair of Jimmy Choo shoes that she was hiding from her husband. And now here he was, sitting on Tori's sofa with ice on his nose, a burgeoning black eye and her rubbing the back of his neck. Everyone had made a fairly rapid disappearance from the flat once the blood had started to flow, leaving Tori and Greg with each other and a whole lot of tension. He cleared his throat and took a breath to start a conversation but was beaten by, "I sure know how to entertain don't I?" Greg laughed and winced as his nose jolted, he wondered if it was broken. She winced with him, "You must think I'm really rude hey? Leaving like that." Greg turned to her, "Not rude, I was just worried that maybe you didn't enjoy yourself with me. I had a great time, I just wanted to make sure you did too." He watched Tori gnaw at her lip and realised that she did this was she was either nervous or turned on. If he was honest, he was turned on just looking at her, but wanting to get everything out in the open, he decided to just brazen it out. "Listen, we weren't very smart last night, you know protection and all that. I wanted to make sure you were ok, that's why I'm here. I'm not stalking you or anything" Tori laughed delightedly, "Don't lie, you've been staking out my house for weeks." He nodded, "Damn it, caught . What gave me away? My night vision goggles?" Tori laughed again, and then furrowed her brow, "Why wouldn't everything be ok? What you mean - oh, don't worry. I'm on the pill. Funny, Mike mentioned something about you thinking you may have knocked me up but that was overshadowed by the approaching Fury that was my sister. Isn't that a horrible term, 'knocked me up' - just awful." While Tori thought through the negative connotations of pregnancy slang, Greg heaved a sigh of relief and was interested to note that there was a hint of disappointment in his heart also. Would it have been so bad if she had his child? Was this something he wanted? He wasn't sure, he was being ridiculous given they had just met - wasn't he? He touched his nose tentatively, and took the towel away. The bleeding had stopped pretty much and there was just a dull ache. He felt ridiculous. "Hey, I should go, I think I've finished bleeding all over your floor now." Tori turned to him, "Oh, well you don't have to you know. You can stay and have some lunch if you fancy it, I was going to cook anyway." Unsure if she was just being polite, Greg fell back on his manners instilled from childhood, "I couldn't ask for that - I don't want to keep you from any plans you may have." Tori shook her head, "I insist, besides we should keep an eye on you just in case you die or something." Greg raised his eyebrows, "Thanks very much Miss Grayson, that's reassuring." "I'll have you know it's Ms Grayson thank you very much - now, do you eat pasta?" She winked at him and pushed herself up from the sofa to make her way to the kitchen. He reached up his hand to catch hers before she left and she turned back to him with a question on her face. He pulled her gently and she stumbled onto his lap. He whispered in her ear, "You know, although I was lonely waking up this morning, I'm glad you left me something to remember you by." Tori furrowed her brow, certain she had picked up everything until he slid his fingertips from her shoulder down her arm and she felt her wetness seep its way down her legs due to the absence of her underwear. She bit her lip again, but Greg was delighted to note that this time it was coupled with her eyes darkening. She wanted him again. He raised his face to hers, sliding his hand up her skirt along her leg and kissed her gently, tracing her lips with his tongue and listening to her breath quickening. She lifted her hands to run them over his brown hair and to pull him closer to her in order to deepen the kiss, rubbing her legs together, embarrassed at her lack of underwear and desperate to scratch the heat that was pooling in the base of her belly. Greg continued to kiss her, revelling in her enthusiasm and the warmth of her skin. He nipped at her neck and listened to her moan quietly. He watched her chest rise and fall faster and faster as he slid his hand up her skirt and reached her wet pussy then watched her bite her lip and close her eyes as he slid his fingers into her welcoming heat. Greg struggled to find a comfortable position on the sofa, his dick was so hard. But he wanted to take his time this time with Tori, to make sure he imprinted on her just how much he wanted her and how beautiful he thought she was. He slid her skirt up and lowered his head to join his fingers when he was interrupted by the shrill tone of the telephone. Greg felt Tori tense and then sit up as though out of a trance. She looked beautiful; tousled and flushed and embarrassed and horny. She smiled at him sheepishly and ran across the room to the telephone to answer it. Greg sighed heavily resigning himself to the fact that the moment was lost, this thought was confirmed once the conversation was finished and Tori turned to him, "So, carbonara ok?" **************************** It was ridiculous. Even the way he ate was sexy. Greg was doing wonders for my culinary ego as he was slurping up my spaghetti carbonara as though he had never eaten before. I in the meantime was having difficulty eating because every time I put something in my mouth, I was wishing it was a random part of Greg's anatomy. Greg startled me out of my thoughts by pushing his now empty plate away and rubbing his belly, "Happy?" I asked him "Absolutely," he grinned back. He slid down in his chair getting comfortable and looked around the large lounge. "Have you just moved in?" "No, I've been here about two years now." "Oh? So how come-" "How come everything is still in boxes? Because I just never got around to decorating." I realised that my tone had become quite sharp. Not least because I had raised my voice, but also because Greg had raised his hands as in, don't shoot me, I'm just the messenger. I bit my lip, "Sorry, it's still a sore point to even hear his name mentioned." Greg leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and staring down at his empty plate, "Do you still love him, is that why you ran out on me?" My surprise at the question stilled me into silence, and I think Greg took that as positive assent because the next thing I knew he had slid back his chair across my tiles - why won't anyone lift their chairs - and was making his way to the hallway to pick up his jacket. This spurred me into action, "Where are you going?" He spun back to me, a fierce look on his face, "I think you're lovely, and would love to take the time to get to know you. I think we could have a great time together. But I don't want to be second best. I want to be the one that you want, because God knows I want you but it wouldn't make sense for us to try and start anything if you're heart isn't in it." Well I think this was the biggest speech Greg had made in the thirty seven hours that we had met. I watched him watching me with his lovely blue eyes piercing mine and I realised that holding myself back from my life meant that I could possibly miss out on this very nice and very hot man being mine, if we got that far. And if I was to get rid of Luke and the murky shadow that he left in my mind, I would just have to throw myself into whatever it was that Greg was offering. I was no good at taking the first step, had never been - except for last night and that was the chocolate fondant's fault. But I recognised that what happened now was important not just for me but for Greg too. I stepped closer to him and looked up to him, god he was so tall, and placed my hands on his chest, hoping he would take over as he had the night before, but no, nothing. I grasped his shirt into my fists and pulled him closer to me whilst pushing myself onto my toes and praying that he didn't push me away because that I really couldn't take. I pushed my lips on his, his familiar taste whisking me back to the night before, and moaned when his hands came around my waist and he pulled me even closer to him. ************************** Greg was glad to be the first one awake, she couldn't leave him this time and anyway they were in her flat. He watched her sleep and smiled to himself. He was very happy that this had happened. He knew they were going to have to talk about Luke and whatever eventually, but surely by them doing this meant that she was moving on? He looked back down at her and found that she was watching him too. "Hey." "Hey yourself." He leaned down and kissed her gently and pulled away running his finger down her nose. He could see her thinking, "What's the matter?" "I was just thinking of how smug Roni's going to be when she knows we're seeing each other." She paused and sat up in the bed pulling the sheet with her, "We are seeing each other aren't we?" Greg grinned at her, "You try and stop me!" "Right, well then it means that she will be ultra smug - shit!." Greg pulled her into his arms, "Why does she take such an interest anyway - what's her problem?" "I think it's guilt. She feels guilty because she introduced me and Luke, and then encouraged me to continue seeing him and because she was the last person he spoke to before he announced that he wouldn't be going through with the wedding." Greg frowned, "So did they know each other before then?" Tori matched his frown, "I don't think so. I think he was just her little sister's boyfriend. When we got together, Roni had not long married Mike. But to be honest, Luke really was more Roni's type than mine. He was successful and sexy and arrogant - completely her type. But somehow he found his way to me. I've often wondered what would have happened if Roni hadn't been married. Maybe she would have ended up with him instead and saved me a shitload of money and heartache! Anyway, it's all water under the bridge now so can we stop talking about him?" Greg nodded and then all thoughts of Luke were swept away as Tori burrowed her way under her sheet and took him in her mouth. Chalk and Cheese Ch. 06 Hello there, here's Chapter 6. I'm so glad you're enjoying this, it makes it so much easier to write! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Again, please comment and vote, and just a gushy note to say thank you for all of your comments. They have been absolutely awesome. Elle x o0o0o0o0o0o Three months, three whole months Greg and I had been seeing each other. He met my mother who adored him in every way, except for the fact that he was white, but she got over it pretty quickly. He met my nephew and niece who adored him respectively because he knew who the X men were and he fixed Barbie's Malibu townhouse when he went to visit. Frankly, he was a revelation to everyone who met him. But more than anything, he was my revelation. He taught me the lesson that although shit can happen to people, it doesn't mean that it always has to happen to the same person. He taught me to love myself and thereby love him so completely and fully that there was no room for insecurity or any of that type of nonsense. He persuaded me to decorate my flat and wipe out all traces of Luke. To make it my flat completely and to own it. We got rid of the boxes throughout and I finally bought furniture and paint. We went on lots of dates, we talked a lot and shared fears and hopes. He taught me that sex was meant to be fun and made me learn what I liked rather than what I thought I should like. He supported my decisions, but challenged me if he didn't agree. I had a partner and frankly couldn't have been more delighted. And so on our three month anniversary, we were going to Roni and Mike's to celebrate Roni's birthday, but were not staying late because I had a whole host of new moves and new underwear that I needed to try out on my gentleman friend. I watched him get ready, fixing his cufflinks and struggling like he always did. I loved to watch him. He was so big and strong and yet with me he was gentle as a butterfly. I bit my lip remembering how he had carried me with such ease to bed the night before, and how he had made love to me so gently that I felt adored. Greg lifted his head and caught me staring at him. He smiled and made his way across to me, saying nothing but kissing me gently. I was wearing the same dress I wore on our first date and as he slid his hand down my back and placed a kiss on my shoulder, I came to terms with the fact that we were going to be late for my sister's party. ******************** By the time Greg and Tori made it to Roni's doorstep, they were over an hour late but glowing with post coital happiness. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't notice that there was very little music playing and there was no hustle and bustle as was normal of a party. Mike opened the door looking ashen and immediately Tori realised something was wrong. "What's wrong? Has there been an accident?" Mike shook his head, "You better come in - I don't know how to tell, oh you just better come in." Tori reached down to hold Greg's hand, scared of what was awaiting her. As she and Greg turned the corner into the large dining room, Tori was stunned to find Luke sitting at the dining table, with Roni standing opposite him holding onto the chair in front of her for dear life. Tori looked from Mike to Roni to Luke, knowing something was wrong but unable to connect the dots. Luke did it for her. "Hey Tori," he slurred, "Great to see you again, my God you scrub up well don't you. Last time I saw you, you were all in white." Tori looked at her sister, "What the fuck is he doing here?" Roni wouldn't look at her, "Ron? What's he doing here? Why haven't you thrown him out? Better still, why did you let him in in the first place?" Tori looked at them all but no one was forthcoming with information. Unfortunately, Greg had picked up on the situation far quicker and made his way to hold his girlfriend knowing that this could not be good news. Misreading the situation, Tori took the opportunity to say to Luke what she had rehearsed many times in her head, "Well Luke, as you can see I'm with someone now, you've missed your window and it's my sister's birthday. You're not welcome here." Luke turned to her and said scathingly, "What in the name of fuck makes you think I'm here for you?" Keeping his eyes on Tori, he turned his head to Roni, "So you never told her?" Tori's heart started to race. Told her what? What was going on? Through the steady beating Tori heard Roni say, "Please Luke, not like this. Let me talk to her but not like this." Ignoring Roni, Luke got up from the table and wandered slowly towards Tori, noting Greg's strong arm wrapped around her waist. He sized Greg up, "Blimey, he's a big one isn't he?" Greg moved his hand from around Tori's waist and stepped forward to face Luke, but Tori's hand on his shoulder prevented him from doing anything further. He looked to her and she shook her head imperceptibly. Luke continued his perusal of her, "Such a lovely thing, closeness between sisters. I always wondered what bonded you two so closely because you were so different. You looked at life differently, you dressed differently, you pretty much hated one another, and yet so very close. It was an interesting dynamic to watch." Luke spoke to Tori, but nodded his head towards Roni, "Look at her, look how scared she is. She has no idea what I'm about to say." Turning back to face Tori he said, "Does that worry you?" Tori shook her head, "I have no interest in anything you have to say, and I reckon there's very little you could tell me about my sister that I don't already know." Luke stroked his face looking to the ceiling as though giving Tori's comment some thought. He turned back to her, "I don't know about that." He turned back to Roni, "I think it's time - don't you?" Mike stepped in, "Look, this shit has gone on enough, Luke you're not welcome here so it's really time that you left before Greg and I make you leave" Luke held his hands up in placation, "Woah there big boy, I reckon you'd be quite interested to hear this too." Tori looked in puzzlement at Mike but saw that he had picked up on something that she obviously hadn't. "Tori, you know when I told you that you weren't enough for me, I meant it. I'm sorry but that was the truth. You're nothing like your sister and I was quite happy fucking her once a week every week for the three years we were together. She'd promised that me getting married to you wouldn't make any difference and that we could continue and yet on the morning of the wedding she tells me that that's the last time. No more, and apparently I'm supposed to be happy with that. Happy with you. No, sorry, couldn't do it. You weren't a patch on your sister darling." Relishing the silence in the room, Luke turned to Mike, "You must love it that your wife has no gag reflex. That was something I had only read about before I met her but fucking hell, it's worth the hype eh?" ******************* I remember Mike's groan of disbelief and Roni's sob that was caught in her throat. I remember staring at my former fiance who was watching my sister's reaction closely and I realised that this whole performance had been completely for her benefit. I remember hearing Greg whispering to me over and over again that he loved me, that everything was ok and that we needed to get the hell out of there but his words were just distracting me. My former fiance had just told me that he had been sleeping with my sister. Not only that but that he had only wanted her and had settled second best for me so that he could be close to her. I pulled away from the safe yet stifling comfort of Greg's arms and made my way past Luke who was draining his glass of Scotch and looking for a refill and made my way to my sister who was staring at her husband. "Roni?" "Not now Vic, not now. Mike, I can explain." Mike wasn't having any of it and simply turned on his heel and jogged upstairs. "Mike, please." But no response. "Veronica, I need to understand." My sister turned to me as though suddenly remembering that I was there. She shrugged her shoulders at me, "What do you want me to say?" "I want you to say you're sorry, that you didn't mean for it to happen, that you're mortified that this has happened and you want to explain it to me." "Well of course I'm sorry, and of course I didn't mean for it to happen but in my defence, you managed to bag this amazing man, and you weren't even trying. You were just pottering around your life. I had married Mike and realised he wasn't quite as strong as I had thought despite the power and the wealth but that was ok because he was great and he loved me. And then you get Luke, somehow who was stronger and more powerful than Mike and so sexy and you couldn't see it. You wanted picnics in the park and DVDs on rainy afternoons, he wanted threesomes and hedonistic weekends to Monaco which he could have given you and you were too prudish to have it. So I wanted it and took it instead. I told you, you could have kept him if you had only changed yourself a little for him. Look, it's not like we planned it or anything. He came to me one day, not sure what to do about you and we talked and had a few to drink and one thing led to another and then that was it. I was having the best sex of my life. I loved my husband, I still do, but Luke was something else completely. He said that you had gone off sex, that you didn't want to do it anymore. And any time I tried to talk to you about it, you would ignore me or tell me it was none of my business. He never told me he was going to ask you to marry him though, and that annoyed me. So yes, I went to see him on the morning of the wedding, and yes after we fucked, I told him I wanted no more to do with him once you were married. So he cancelled the wedding, which frankly I didn't expect him to do, and I thought you would get over it. But you were so broken that I just couldn't see him any more so I sent him off with a flea in his ear and haven't seen him since. You see, I do love you, and although it took ages, I did the right thing eventually." I looked at my sister and wondered if maybe she had developed a crack habit. As far as I could recollect there was no apology in that speech of hers and it was all about her. Jesus Christ, my world as far as I knew it was yet again imploding all because of Luke bloody Harris. I looked around for something, I don't know what, and there was Greg solid and safe and coming to me with his arms open wide. I sank into his embrace gratefully and felt his big hands grip me tightly. "Take me home? I can't stay around this shit for much longer," I felt his cheek nod against my head and we turned to leave, Roni's voice rang out, "Tori, please don't go, we can talk about this." She took a step towards me but Greg raised his hand, "Don't you take another step near her, what kind of a bitch are you?" She bit her lip and I watched as a tear rolled down her face. My heart broke and yet I had no feeling. My best friend, my irritating and vain and arrogant sister had just wiped herself from my existence completely. ******************************* Greg opened Tori's door with her key and led her in by her hand. He didn't know what to say. The biggest drama he had ever seen in his family was when his Uncle Philip had drunk too much one Christmas and decided to tell the family just what he thought of everyone. But this, this was something from Ricki Lake. He watched Tori pass him into the almost decorated lounge and sit on the sofa staring into space. He made his way to her and sat next to her on the sofa. "Wanna talk about it?" She shook her head rapidly, "Ok. Wanna go to bed, you probably need some sleep." She shook her head again, "Ok. Wanna just sit here?" "I want you to fuck me." Greg laughed thinking she was joking, but she turned her mahogany eyes to him, "Please." He shrugged, always happy to help her and reached for her. She stopped him, "Don't make love to me, fuck me." Greg frowned, he wasn't sure that he could. He loved her and wanted her to feel good but for him that was the way he expressed the way he felt about her. She rolled her eyes, "Don't worry about it." Greg looked at her, not recognising the woman he was in love with but wanting to give her what she wanted. He moved to her and gripped her hair in his hand pulling her head back and exposing her neck to him. He bit her none to gently and her guttural moan persuaded him that he would be able to do this as his dick had hardened beyond all recognition. He kissed her, biting her lip and drawing blood and then licking it off gently and sealing the bite with a gentle and loving kiss. He felt her pull him closer to her and lie back on the sofa. He pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts and her hardened nipples and bit on them gently until she moaned and begged him not to stop. He slid his hand up her dress and into her knickers, rubbing her clit in time with his nips to her nipples and watching her arch her back into him and thrusting her pelvis into his hand. He sat up suddenly pulling his hand and mouth away from her and leaving her a little distracted. She followed him and watched as he undid his trousers and took out his very hard cock. The head was angry and red with precum seeping out of it. She watched as he ran his thumb over it and then lifted his thumb to her mouth with the silent order to suck it which she did willingly. Greg watched her eyes close as she sucked and wondered how he had managed so long in his life without her, but all coherent thought was wiped out as he watched her climb on to his lap to straddle him and pull her knickers aside and sink down onto his cock. They both moaned as she started to move and he slid her dress up so he could see his cock entering her. She rode him hard and fast with her eyes closed and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. No matter how many times he whispered to her to look at him, she wouldn't. Realising that Tori needed this, Greg did his best to fulfil her request. He held her by her tiny waist and lifted her as he thrust into her, fucking her as hard as she wanted. He was rewarded by her screams of pleasure and the feel of her nails sinking into his shoulders. He moved her hands from his shoulders and pushed her back gently so that he could fuck her deeper. She lay back in his arms, holding onto his thighs and he watched her breasts bob with each thrust into her. He could feel her pussy tightening on him and her moans told him that her orgasm was approaching. He lifted one hand to grab a breast and squeeze a nipple and with that heard her moan, "Oh fuck!" and he watched her come apart in his arms. He followed not far behind her and buried his face in her breasts as he spurted into her again and again. The silence between them was almost deafening as the only sound was that of them panting trying to regain their breath. Greg pulled Tori up so she was sitting up and facing him. He looked at her, "I love you." She looked back at him and nodded stroking his face. She got up from his lap and held out her hand. Struggling to his feet, trousers still undone, he took her hand and they shuffled together to bed. ************************** It's amazing how quickly you can get used to something. Greg's snoring now lulled me to sleep rather than frightening me as it had on the first morning we spent together. And I had fallen asleep to the steady sound of it after our impromptu fuck on the sofa. I had hoped that this would be the anaesthesia that I would need to forget the night before and hopefully carry me into the next day without lying in bed in the middle of the night soul searching. But here I was at 2.24am, according to my digital clock, lying in the middle of the night soul searching. So my sister had been sleeping with my fiance. If we're honest and look back at the facts and if I'm one hundred per cent honest with myself here in the dead of night, I would say that I already knew that. If I said that the devastation that I felt had absolutely nothing to do with Luke Harris and everything to do with the loyalty that my sister and I have, or rather, had for one another, then I would also be telling the truth. My problem was that there seemed to be a pattern with the people in my life. I wasn't good enough, not worth enough to be loyal to, not important enough to make a sacrifice for. And while Greg, right now, was just the best thing that had ever happened to me, law of averages dictated that within a certain time period (I'm not sure how long as yet), he would realise also that he needed something more than me and would skedaddle with a whistle and a wave. I looked at him and couldn't help but smile. We had had some teething problems in the first few weeks of sleeping together, and I do mean sleeping. Because he was so big, he tended to take over the whole bed, and I had woken up on more than one occasion perched precariously on the side of my bed. We had agreed that the best place for me to sleep therefore would be on his chest, that way, we got enough space for the both of us. This had worked a treat and now his steady heartbeat was the best lullaby I had ever heard. I loved Greg with every fibre of my being. I realised this now. And such was the strength of my love for him that I couldn't bear the idea that he may one day look at me the same way that Luke looked at me the night before. Like I didn't matter. Maybe it was best to just cut our losses now? Maybe the best thing to do would be to just save ourselves, or rather me, the heartache and be left with the amazing memories that we had built up in such a short time? My thoughts were interrupted by Greg moaning in his sleep, "Tori?" I looked down at him and realised that I couldn't let him go. Not for all the heartache in the world. It was time to man up and just take life on the chin, "I'm here babe, go back to sleep." ***************************** Greg woke up the next morning alone in the bed. Scratching his head, he swung his legs and padded into the lounge hoping to find Tori preparing breakfast for them both or maybe, if he was lucky, in the shower. The flat was quiet, unusual for the early morning as Tori normally had both the TV and the radio on but Greg thought nothing of this until he saw the note on the coffee table, "I love you. But I'm not enough for you. I'm sorry to have done it this way but if I had tried to say it to you, I would have chickened out and not managed it at all. I've gone away for a while. Please take your things and post my key through the letter box. I know you deserve more and you really don't deserve this but I'm so messed up I would only bring pain into your life. Please know that I love you so very much and wish you all the happiness in the world." He sank back on the sofa stunned, he rubbed his hands over his face and screwed the paper into a ball and threw it across the room. Not sure what his actions were going to be, but knowing he needed to do something, he made his way to the bedroom to get dressed. Over his dead body was he going to let her leave him without at least saying it to his face. Chalk and Cheese Ch. 07 Hello there, Sorry this has taken a while I have been laid up with tonsilitis and writers block - not the best combination. Am glad you all hate Roni with such ferocity, she is a bitch isn't she!. Once again, thanks very much for your comments and please continue to do so - it's such a great way for me to learn. Thanks very much again and I hope you enjoy this one. This should be the second last chapter in the Tori and Greg saga! Thanks again everyone Elle x 00o0o0o0o0oo0o0o0o0 I could hear the stage whispering through the door, "No, I will not be coming to watch you play cricket, I have explained to you, I have a friend in crisis who needs me and so this is my priority now. Let go of the tray and stop moaning." I had the feeling that if I stayed with Carrie and her very tolerant fiance Francis for much longer, there wouldn't be much of a wedding for me to arrange. Again, Carrie had proved her mettle in my time of emergency and hadn't even blinked when I had arrived on her doorstep at seven o clock in the morning sobbing heavily. She had simply taken one look at me and swept me in to her arms and smothered me in a massive hug. From there, she had allocated me two rooms in their house, one for my work and one for me to sleep and cry in and she had mothered me and nursed me back to health. The office door creaked open and I saw a pair of brown eyes peek around. "Oh good, you're not crying. I was a little worried when we could no longer hear Mariah Carey wailing, I thought maybe you had bitten the bullet. Literally." I looked at her in disgust and she shrugged back, "I've brought you some tea." Since my arrival, I had shed enough tears to fill Niagara Falls about three times over which was amazing considering when Luke had left me, I hadn't cried at all. But when I analysed the true source of my unhappiness, it wasn't so much that my sister had shagged my ex fiance continually and lied to me about it. It was more that as a result, I had run from the best thing that had ever happened to me and had done it in such a cowardly manner that I didn't feel that I could ever gain Greg's respect again should I be lucky enough to get him back. On that eventful night, somewhere between 2.24am and 5.00am, I had realised that although I desperately wanted to take life on the chin, I just wasn't brave enough to. I didn't think that my heart or my ego could take such a bashing again, and Greg had taken up so much space in my life both physically and metaphorically in the short time that we had been together, that I couldn't bear the idea of being so dependent on him for his love that this dependence put him in such a strong position that he could take it away from me in a heartbeat and reduce me to a ashes once again. I accepted the tea from Carrie gratefully. Taking a sip, I looked at her, "So why are you not going to the cricket?" Carrie rolled her eyes, "Because I have to look after you silly." I smiled at her, "Nice try, but as you can see, I'm doing much better now so you can leave me here and spend some time with your fiance. I have so much to do for your wedding and to be honest, you prove to be a massive distraction with your constant updates on celebrity gossip." Carrie humphed, "Please don't make me." I shrugged at her, "Think about it, your fiance has welcomed a complete stranger into his home for all this time, has not complained about being ignored or sleeping alone in his bed because you've been sleeping here with me, which frankly wasn't necessary, and he hasn't said a word. Not a complaint, or a moan, or a whinge. The least you could do is the one thing he has asked you." I turned back to Carrie's wedding invitations which I was proofing and finding no response turned back to find her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. "What?" She said nothing but continued to watch me and then said slyly, "So you think you should do something you don't want for someone you love do you?" I saw immediately where she was going with this, that bitch, and narrowed my eyes back at her, "This is not the same as my situation, and if you mention Greg or my sister or anything again I will cut your hair while you sleep. You'd make a beautiful bald bride bride." Carrie stuck out her tongue and muttered something under her breath about me being deluded and how I should listen to my own advice, but I pretended not to hear her. However, my words had given me pause for thought. I watched Francis and the way he watched Carrie flit about. He was so different from her; grounded and serious and level headed, and on first sight I did wonder about the wisdom of their union. But then one day, she made him laugh and I had never seen someone's face light up so majestically that it changed all his features. He became this man bathed in someone's love and it made him so very attractive it was amazing to watch. And so I knew that Carrie would be going to watch the cricket, not because she wanted to, but because he wanted her to, and I supposed that this was the way love was. You did what you didn't want for those that you loved. Her voice interrupted my thoughts, "Your mum called again." I raised my head to look at her, "She asked if you would please go and see her." "Is she still there?" Carrie sighed, "Yep, Roni's still there." "Well then I'm not going." Carrie nodded and took a breath to say something but then thought better of it. I hated when people did that, so I took the bait, "Say it." "Say what?" "Whatever you were going to say" "I wasn't going to say anything." Two could play at this game, "Ok." I turned back to her wedding invitations and heard, "I think you should go and see your mum because I don't think Roni's going to be there for much longer." I really wanted to maintain that I didn't care, but my curiosity got the better of me, "Is Mike taking her back?" Carrie shook her head and started to twirl her hair, a bad sign, "Well if Mike's not taking her back, where is she-" The truth hit me like a freight train. I sat back in my chair and sighed heavily, throwing my pen onto the desk, "She's going to Luke isn't she?" ******************************* Greg had always maintained that his flat was a king bachelor flat. This was expressed as he stepped on a large piece of lego and confirmed by his choice of expletive. Greg hopped around the room in frustration cursing all and sundry, and this was only halted by the arrival of his new housemates. Mike and his two children, Sebastian and Ava had arrived as a surprise not only to Greg but also to Mike as well. Mike had explained that he was finding it difficult to live in that massive house without Roni and wondered if Greg minded them spending a couple of days with him. Greg had welcomed his friend, not least because he looked a mess and was obviously struggling with the two young children, but also because Mike was his only link to Tori at a time when she seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth. Mike, Seb and Ava had taken up residence in Greg's spare room, and Greg had found their presence comforting if not a little disconcerting. Mike was a mess. He couldn't get his head around his wife's betrayal, and really couldn't understand the ease with which she left their home, and their children. He tried to explain to Greg - of course he was happy to have the children, but he couldn't understand the haste with which she had left them. She had gone to her mother's and he hadn't heard very much from her since. Greg started at this piece of information, but Mike was already ahead of him. No, Tori wasn't there - apparently she had gone to her mother's but once she had found out that Roni was already staying there, she had refused to stay, refused to discuss the situation with her mother and had left again. Interestingly enough, when Roni arrived, she hadn't told her mother what had happened either, simply saying she and Mike had had a bit of a falling out and that she was giving him some space. Mike said that the first Mother Grayson had heard about this whole mess was when Tori had arrived sobbing into her mother's arms, taken sight of her sister and apparently had screamed insults that Mother Grayson felt that Jesus wouldn't approve of and then without her mother being able to get a word in, Tori had wiped her tears, kissed her mum and then left and hadn't been seen since. Greg's heart sank at this news. He had hoped that maybe Tori had checked in with Mike to check on the kids ash she usually did twice a week. But apparently this mess had affected everyone so much that Tori hadn't been in touch with the kids, Roni hadn't been in touch with her husband, Mike had learned how to use the dishwasher, and Greg had learnt to play Mario Kart and how to do plaits. Yes, it had been a revelatory time for all. In the first week that Tori had left him, Greg had done everything to try and find her, but short of asking her sister and her mother, there weren't very many other people who he could have asked. He tried Carrie who explained that she hadn't seen Tori, but if she did she would call him and then he had run out of ideas. In the second week, he sat in her flat, ignoring her request to return the key and to move his things out and waited for her to come back. When that didn't work and Greg could no longer smell her perfume on her pillow, he decided to move back into his place. Week three was his week of anger. He was pissed off at her, Roni, Luke, but most of all at himself. He was angry that he hadn't conveyed to her just how much he loved her, and went over everything in his mind over and over again what he would have done differently which could maybe have made the situation a little better, a little different. He could never find it. The arrival of Mike and the kids had distracted Greg somewhat, enough to get him out of his stupor and to engage in life a little bit. And now this was the life they were living - this pseudo family, two men supporting one another in the absence of the women they loved and trying their best to look after these two children. Greg's thoughts were interrupted by the pitter patter or rather the elephantine stomping of a three year old and a six year old coupled with the frazzled murmurs of a hassled father. "Uncle Greg!" Ava took a running leap to him always confident that he would catch her, and he never failed. Swinging her up into his arms, she gave him a resounding kiss on the cheek and waited for her brother and father to make their way into the room. "Guess who we saw today?" "I don't know baby, who did you see today?" "We saw that lady Carrie with the yellow hair, and she was talking to Daddy, and she looked really pretty and she was buying ice cream and I asked Daddy if we could have some ice cream but he said no and then Carrie bought me and Seb an ice lolly each and do you know what else?" Overcome by the little one's speech, he simply shook his head, "Carrie was wearing Aunty Tori's snake bracelet." Greg nodded distractedly keeping an eye on Sebastian who had made his entrance into the lounge with what looked like a new baseball bat which he was wielding very close to Greg's new 42 inch television. Greg put Ava down on her feet and made his way across to Sebastian to remove temptation out of his way. He stopped half way and turned back to the little girl, "Ava, what did you just say?" She rolled her eyes and sighed, "I said, Carrie bought me and Seb ice lollies. Greg shook his head impatiently, "No, the other thing." She looked up to the ceiling thinking hard, "Oh yeah, she was wearing Auntie Tori's snake bracelet." He ran to Michael who was taking some peaceful time, or rather hiding in the bedroom having survived the experience that was shopping for new school shoes. "Hey, did you see Carrie today?" Mike struggled up yawning, "Yeah, she looked good. Hey, you ever been shoe shopping with kids? Jesus Christ, Ava took all the shoes off the shelves and hid them in the handbags, it was embarrassing. I think we were asked to leave." Greg laughed and shook his head, "Mike, I need you to focus." "Ok, ok, I'm focussing." "Ava said that Carrie was wearing Tori's bracelet. Did you see it?" "Now, come on. Ava's six, how would she know about Tori's bracelet. It was probably just a a similar one." An indignant little voice piped up, "Yes daddy, I am six, but that was Aunty Tori's bracelet." Greg felt a pull on his jeans leg and looked down to see Ava staring up at him with her dark brown eyes, "You believe me don't you Uncle Greg?" Greg nodded distractedly thinking. How would Carrie have Tori's bracelet when Carrie hadn't seen- Greg slid down the wall in his room realising that he had missed the most obvious thing in the world. Carrie had indeed seen Tori, and Carrie had lied to him. He was furious. Not least because he had underestimated the cunning of women and yet he was delighted because it meant he had a clear path to find her. Greg was startled out of his thoughts by, "Did Roni call? She's supposed to pop by to take the kids today." Greg shook his head and took a good look at his friend. Despite the horrible thing that his wife had put him and their family through, Mike still loved her and was hoping to work through it somehow. Greg admired his tenacity. For him, he couldn't get past the idea that Roni had lied to Mike consistently for three years, straight after their marriage, even after she had given birth to his child and yet she still betrayed him, and yet Mike still wanted her. It wasn't something he could get his mind around. "Nah mate, the phone hasn't rung at all today, why don't you give her a try?" At that, the intercom went off. Greg raised himself to his feet and squeezed his friend's shoulder in sympathy as he walked out. He pressed the button to activate the intercom and there was Roni waving cheerfully at the camera. "Hi Greg, can you let me in, we've come to take the kids out for the day." Nodding, Greg pressed the buzzer to let her in and was startled to see that her entrance was followed by none other than Luke. Fuck, Luke and Roni were on their way up here together, shit. ************************ "Wow your tits are great!" That was my friend Carrie. I was laying in the swimming pool that she called a bath having a beautiful spa experience, when she burst into the bathroom. "Thank you, I think. Now what are you doing in here? Can't I have a bath in peace? Can't you go shag your boyfriend or something?" "Nope, I've already done that three times today and you really shouldn't be so prudish. Actually, I came here to tell you that there's an urgent delivery for you downstairs." "How urgent could it be? No one knows I'm here, and I haven't ordered anything. What is it?" Carrie shrugged, "I don't know but it looks important. Get up and come and see. Only you can sign for it." She was up to something. This much I knew. So I played her game, not least because she had been very kind to me, well that and I could never ignore a surprise. She looked at me and I looked back at her. "Well?" she asked. "Turn around." I said "Oh for God's sake. Let me see them one more time. I've always wanted to have big boobs." Rolling my eyes, I got out of the bath ignoring her childish stares of delight and dragged on a robe. "Well come on." Rousing herself out of breast envy, Carrie nodded and skipped her way out of the bathroom. I followed her wondering what she had done this time. ************** And there she was. Greg's breath left his body as she came into the room. He had been heartsick at losing her, and now here she was in front of him and all of his anger and heartache had been replaced by the ardent desire to sweep her into his arms and kiss everything that had happened over the past six weeks away. Her gasp of surprise at his presence and then her annoyance at her friend's betrayal were the only sounds that were heard in the room. Greg cast a glance at Carrie who was perched on her dining table looking from Greg to Tori and Tori to Greg eager to see who would take the first step. It was obvious to Greg that Francis, who was not as comfortable with drama as his fiancee was, realised the best thing to do would be to give the two of them some space, and tugged gently on Carrie's arm to suggest to her that they take their leave. Carrie ignored him steadily and resolutely. Greg stood up and made his way to Tori. She looked beautiful. Not a scrap of make up, hair bundled into a white towel and wearing a white robe and obviously with nothing underneath. The air was charged with tension as the two of them simply looked at one another. Greg resolved to himself that now he had her back, there was no way in hell he was letting her go again. He looked her over, she looked nervous. It suddenly struck him that maybe she wouldn't want to see him. He hadn't thought of that. That maybe she didn't love him anymore. Now that he was standing here, having moped for the loss of her over the past six weeks, he was now scared so very scared that she didn't want him anymore and he wasn't sure what he would do if this was the case. The silence was broken by the clearing of a throat, "I have a question." Greg turned to find Carrie raising her hand as though at school. He turned back to Tori who rolled her eyes. Greg nodded the go ahead, "Sure." "How did you find her?" Greg scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Well I would love to say it was my amazing detective work but actually it was more the amazing observations of a six year old. Ava saw you wearing Tori's snake bracelet." Tori widened her eyes and looked over at Carrie, "You took my bracelet?" Carrie nodded guility and fished into her bag to retrieve it muttering, "Damnit! Foiled by a six year old." Greg turned back to Tori ignoring everything around them and drinking the sight of her in. Now that they were there together he didn't know what to say so he went with, "Hey." At that, Francis decided to be firm with Carrie and pulled her bodily from the room. Greg could hear Carrie's voice whining as Francis led her away, "But I want to see what happens, shit man, this is better than Dynasty." ****************** Chalk and Cheese Ch. 08 Hi there, I'm sorry for the delay. This is the finale for Chalk and Cheese. I've decided that Mike deserves a story of his own so Mike and Veronica will be dealt with next (I promise). With regard to the title, Chalk and Cheese is a very British expression, and as catman71 said, it is about complete opposites. Thanks very much for all your comments and voting, please continue to do so and I hope you enjoy the story. Elle x 0o0o0o0o0oo0o0o So there we were. It's weird isn't it, three months ago I didn't even know Greg existed, and now here he was and having been away from him, I needed to drink him in as though as I had been stranded in the desert and he was my very tall glass of water. To be honest, now that he was here, I felt a bit like a drama queen, having absconded like that, but I hoped he was better than me and that he was here to take me home. "Hey Tori." he repeated. I smiled shyly at him and tightened the sash on my dressing gown for something to do and then directed him to one of the sofas so that we could sit down. I hoped he would sit next to me and take me in his arms as he used to, but nope, he sat at the other end of the sofa. Oh God, maybe he was here to tell me what a bitch I had been, or about how selfish I was. I wasn't sure if I could handle that, not on top of everything else. What would my response be if he did say that? I couldn't cry in front of him, that would be awful and I'd have to find somewhere else to stay because the embarrassment would be too much. I don't think I could bear it if I had to explain to Carrie and Francis that all of this disruption to their lives had been for no reason. His voice interrupted my manic thoughts, "Victoria, are you going to speak to me at some point today do you think?" I looked back at him in surprise, not used to the tone in his voice, "You have never called me Victoria in the entire time I've known you!" He smiled and bit his lip, but then straightened his back as though he had found the strength somewhere, "Well I think the situation deserves it. I've come to tell you your niece and nephew are at my house if you need to see them." The delight in seeing him left me rapidly as I realised that he really wasn't here for me, and while it was kind of him to let me know about Seb and Ava, I had wanted him to be here for me. To come and save me and be my knight in shining armour I suppose. But he didn't seem to have wanted that. "Oh! Why are they there?" "Well Mike's been staying with me, we've been doing a pretty good job between us, I can do plaits now - Ava says I'm the best." I rolled my eyes, "You're a sucker, Ava says you're the best because you're the biggest man she knows and for as long as you're the best, it means that you will always swing her on your shoulders and she can feel like Queen of the World. God, I'd hate to see you with your own daughter, she'll have you wrapped around her little finger." Greg took a breath to say something but stopped at the last minute. He shrugged and then laughed, "Well as far as Miss Ava is concerned, I am indeed the best, and I will believe what she tells me because it's good for my ego. I can't have two women in my life lying to me." I stopped short, "I never lied to you. Not ever, not once." He sat forward and I watched his tshirt tighten across his back and had to dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands to prevent myself from running my hand over his shoulder and nestling my cheek against it. God he was lovely. I watched Greg's profile, his long lashes blinking often as he thought about what he was going to say and then I waited. The wait was long until I heard, "I can't do this." And my heart broke. ****************************** Greg was staring at his hands when out of the corner of his eye he saw Tori lift her hand, he turned to look at her and saw a solitary tear slipping down her cheek. He sat up rapidly and went to sit closer to her but she held up her hand to halt his progress, "Don't! Please. I understand but don't come close to me because it's going to take me a while to get used to not being able to be near you. I completely understand, leaving you like that was an awful thing for me to do, but you have to understand I never even thought I would be with someone again and I had constructed this life to protect myself after the nonsense that was Luke and then you appeared, with nothing but love and happiness and I didn't know what to do with it. I do love you and I'm sorry I did this to us, but I completely understand." Still having said nothing, Greg watched Tori stand up and put on her gracious hostess voice, interspersed with tearful hiccups, "Thanks very much for popping by and letting me know, take care of yourself won't you." Tori walked him to the front door, and opened it, biting her lip and Greg followed her frowning. He watched her open the front door as if to let him out and he took a step forward and closed it, pushing her gently against it. "What are you doing? Are you throwing me out?" Tori could no longer hold in her tears, "No, it just hurts to see you and if we are calling this a day, it's best if you go home," "Calling it a day? For fuck's sake woman, I'm here to take you home." Tori's sobbing stopped suddenly and she looked up at Greg, "What?" "What do you mean what? Why else would I come and interrupt your self imposed exile?" "But you just said you couldn't do this anymore." "I meant I couldn't not touch you anymore, or kiss you. I was about to try and then you started crying and I didn't know why you were crying and then you made your speech and then you tried to throw me out." Tori cried even harder, "Jesus, what's the matter now? Did I say something wrong?" Greg laughed taking her into his arms and letting her sob into his tshirt. He was delighted to feel her wind her arms around his waist and he closed his eyes savouring the feeling of having her close to him yet again. He heard her whisper, "I'm so sorry." He held her tighter and kissed the top of her head, "Just don't do it again please. Not like this. Don't run out on me." He felt her nod against his chest and then said, "So, wanna show me your bedroom?" He felt rather than saw her smile and relaxed knowing that everything would be ok. She turned to lead him up the stairs to her room and looked over her shoulder watching him appraising the way the robe hugged her body. Biting her lip in anticipation, she held out her hand which he grasped tightly and they made their way up the stairs. Their journey was interrupted by, "Um, excuse me? I hope you don't think you're going to have copious amounts of sex in my house." Greg turned to Carrie's voice to find her standing at the bottom of the staircase tapping her foot in impatience. She called to Francis, "See, I told you, we missed the best bit and now they've already made up and are onto the make up sex. You made me miss the drama, boy are you going to pay for that." Francis made his way out of the kitchen where they had been taking refuge and laughed, "I'll look forward to it you little minx, but for now, shall we leave them until they are completely made up and then we can all proceed as normal?" Carrie harrumphed and folded her arms and called up to Tori, "I thought there would at least be some shouting or screaming, but you are far too proper for that aren't you? I am so disappointed in you." Tori stuck out her tongue and tugged on Greg's hand to hurry him up, but Greg was hindered by Carrie's hand on his wrist, "Now Mr Gregory, I am aware that this whole debacle wasn't your fault so you have a free pass on this, but know this, if that lady ever shows up on my doorstep sobbing because you have done something to her, I will cut your bollocks off with a rusty razor and feed them to my dog." Francis interrupted, "Baby, we don't have a dog." Carrie growled at him, "We'll get one especially. Honey, don't interrupt me when I'm in threatening mode please." Holding up his hands in deference, he winked at Greg and made his way back to his glass of wine and the Saturday papers. Carrie was still focussed on Greg, "Are we clear?" Greg nodded and letting go of Tori's hand, made his way back down the stairs to Carrie. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you for looking after her, she's lucky to have you." Carrie nodded once and shouted up the stairs, "As you were, and for the love of God, please don't break the bed, Francis's mother bought it for us." She took some time to think and then said, "Actually, on second thoughts, I would prefer a bigger bed and I don't really like that one, so go as hard as you can and maybe we can get another one." The distant voice from the kitchen responded, "I heard that." Guiltily, Carrie shooed the happy couple up the stairs and made her way to make her apologies in the best way she knew how. *************************** I loved it, the feel of his lips against my neck as he nipped and sucked his way down to my collarbone. His hands holding my waist and the weight of him pinning me against the wall. I loved listening to his breath quicken as he undid the sash on my robe and sank down to take one nipple and then the other into his mouth and suck on them gently. I loved the way he slid his finger into me, watching me the whole time, never taking his eyes off my face and then the way he took me into his mouth, sucking and licking as though he couldn't get enough. Lifting my leg to rest on his shoulder, I moaned long and loud as he slid his finger in to accompany his tongue and I ran my fingers through his hair which had grown in the time we had been apart. I came apart in his arms telling him how much I loved him, and how sorry I was and how much I had missed this, missed him. I knew he felt what I was telling him because he gripped me so tightly, burying his face into me and giving me more pleasure than I had even known. I felt my knees buckle and felt Greg catch me and lower me gently to the floor where he lay next to me. I turned onto my side so that I could look at him and I ran my hands gently over his face reacquainting myself with him. Shrugging out of my robe, I straddled him and whispering how much I loved him, kissed him gently. ************************** Greg watched as Tori kissed her way down his body, lifting his tshirt as she did so. He sat up to take it off and throw it across the room in his impatience to feel her in his arms again. Lying back, he felt Tori undo his jeans and slide her hands into his boxers. She smiled up at him feeling the pre-cum delighted that he was as eager for this as she was. Taking his cock out, she moaned before sucking the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him deep into her throat. Greg threw his head back and moaned long and loud. Tori felt him take her head in his hands, following her movements and thrusting himself gently into her mouth. She opened her throat and let him do what he needed, moaning deep in her throat as his grip on her head tightened and with a shout came deep in her throat. Tori pulled her head away and wiped the traces of cum from her lips smiling shyly at him. Breathing heavily, Greg felt himself harden again and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply to try and convey his love for her. She pulled away and looked at him, "Before we go any further, I really am sorry." Greg smiled at her, holding her tightly, "To be honest, after your little performance there, you don't have to apologise for anything." Tori slapped at his chest with a giggle which turned into a gasp as she felt his hand slide over her breast and pull on her taut nipple. She raised her head to him and he kissed her gently, sliding his tongue into her mouth, relishing the sound of her moan. Tori pulled herself up to straddle Greg and delighted at the feel of his hands around her waist sliding down to her arse and pulling her to his very hard cock. She wiggled a little and laughed at his moan before leaning forward to kiss him once again. They were interrupted by a vibration from Greg's pocket. Tori squealed, "Hey soldier, did you bring toys?" He rolled his eyes at her, "My phone dirty lady, that's my phone." Pouting, Tori moved off of him to let him take the call and watched as the emotions played across his face, "Hey, yeah I'm here with Tori. Yeah we sorted everything out. What? Where are you? What happened? Are you fucking crazy? Where are they now? Yeah we'll be there in twenty minutes. Hold tight ok?" Tori watched as Greg finished the call and jumped up from the floor looking for his boxer shorts and jeans. "I don't mean to be rude or anything but aren't we in the middle of something?" Greg turned to Tori, "Baby, you need to get dressed and we need to leave. Mike's been arrested." Tori's eyes widened and she followed him, running to her wardrobe to get dressed, "Oh my God, poor Mike, what about the kids, what about Roni? Shit." Watching her running around the room in panic, Greg smiled to himself happy that they were together again and happy that she was back with him where she belonged. She caught him staring at her, "What?" "I love you. Never question that ok?" She smiled back at him, "Ok," "Right, let's go save your brother."