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One Night Stand Ch. 01

By: ParanormalQueen



Hello everyone! I'm back (and older, crap)!!! Woulda been back earlier but my bastard internet went spastic!! Anyway, here's a new story that's been jumping about in my head and was meant to be like really short but it seems to be spiraling out of control. So...putting it up and if you want me to continue just say so...if you think it's utter shite and should be dumped faster than a daft boyfriend (or girlfriend)..well...your wish is my command.

Oh yeah, and the silver eyes sequel will definitely be up very soon!!! :)

Happy reading! xoxo

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'I knew I shouldn't have dyed my hair blue!' Ada sighed as she stared at the mirror.

Her best friend, Jemima just stared at her. 

'You're kidding, right? You find out that the guy you've been with for five years was cheating on you and you're talking about your blue hair?'

Ada shrugged as she kept on scrutinising her appearance. Her reflection stared back at her. Her short bright blue 'fro looked, well, shiny in contrast to her dark skin. Her large, dark brown eyes stared back at her and her full lips were squeezed in a confused pout.

'Are you even listening to me, Ada?' Jemima asked exasperatedly.

Ada stared at herself once more before turning round to roll her eyes at her friend.

'What on earth do you want me to do? He cheated on me. Not the first time apparently. He's been doing it for yonks according to the girl who was wrapped around his cook like glue. I've had a whole week to myself to deal with it and now, I'm telling you, telling you first mind you just because you're my best friend. Right now all I want you to do is humour me even if you don't understand why I'm taking it this way. I don't need you to ponder on my 'madness'...just tell me if this hair is truly crazy or if I should dye it back to black.'

Jemima stared at her as if she were lost for words. Then she gulped and replied, 'Err...yeah, I guess it's okay. I mean, it should look weird, but it kinna suits you.'

Ada beamed at her. 'Thank you. That's all I needed to know. Now, I told Linda at work that I was up for a night out so I'm gonna need some time to get ready. You don't mind me leaving now, do you?'

Jemima just shook her head speechless.

Ada smiled at her again and leaned over to place a kiss on her cheek. 'Thanks hun. I'll see you later. Mwah.'

With that, Ada grabbed her oversize tote and practically skipped out of Jemima's tastefully furnished flat.

It had been a week since Ada had used her fiancée, well ex-fiancée's key to open his flat and seen a mixed-race girl sucking his cock for all that it was worth. She had stared on, absently thinking to herself that the girl's mouth was like a Hoover.

He had looked up suddenly, as if some sixth sense had informed him of her appearance and pushed the girl off of him as if she were a scorpion.

'Oh shit, Ada. I'm so sorry, I had absolutely no idea that...I mean, I can explain...'

Ada had burst out laughing at that, 'I had an internal bet with myself that you were going to say those three wondrous words 'I can explain', don't worry hun. I release thee.' She chuckled to herself again at that as she walked into the room and calmly started putting her stuff scattered randomly about in her tote.

He, Olisa, had run around after her, his flaccid cock flopping about as he beseeched with her to not be hasty. His personal Hoover just sat there, staring like she was in shock before asking plaintively, 'I thought you guys were over?'

Ada had ignored the both of them as she walked into the ensuite bathroom and dropped her toiletries in her bag.

He had stepped in front of her and she had automatically lashed out with a fist, punching his dick as hard as she could. He doubled over with a large howl and she giggled, putting a hand to her mouth.

'Oops, reflex hun, apologies. I did tell you not to worry.'

She stepped around him and made for the stairs. As she reached the door, she heard his hurried footsteps as he hobbled downstairs after her.

'Please, Ada Mordi. We were engaged for a year. Don't throw this away just because of my stupidity. We've been together for five years. Doesn't it mean anything to you?'

Ada had turned round at that, her eyes going slightly cold. 'That's something you should have thought of before sticking your cock in someone else's mouth. Funny, as that girl upstairs is someone I've seen you with before so this is clearly not the first time you messed around behind my back. This is over, Olisa. And you best be deleting my number from your phone because I don't want to hear anymore of your whining. You laid your fucking bed, now go asphyxiate yourself in it.'

She had smiled sweetly at that before getting out of the house, shutting the door quietly.

Now as she went over everything again, for the umpteenth time, she wondered why she had not yelled and screamed at him. She had always wondered what she would do if she found him cheating on her. Scream? Spit bloody murder? Pulverise him with her special baseball bat?

None of that. 

Instead, she had felt a sudden calm steal its way over her bones. Of course when she had gotten home and been confronted with their framed photo by her bedside table, she had broken down and wept.

Olisa had been her college sweetheart. She had met him when she transferred from an all-girls boarding school in London to another one in Reading. He had been in his second year in University there and she had been enthralled by him as he was the first guy to ever kiss her. The first guy to ever make love to her. She had only ever had anything to do with him. All through college from the age of seventeen till date, well the previous week, now that she was twenty three.

She had been so pleased when he popped the question the year before. She had just started training at one of the top literary agencies in London and she thought it was the perfect time for an engagement. She had a wonderful job that she adored as did he and the plan was to be engaged for two years before actually getting married.

Her father had been extra thrilled. He had been haranguing her to come back home to Nigeria as she thought she was getting a bit too 'English-fied.' As if that even made any sense. The fact that she had ended up with a Nigerian guy who was of her tribe as well; suffice to say that it was her father's dream come true.

Of course she had loved him as well; being able to please her father was an added bonus. 

Now, it seemed the honeymoon was over. He had shown his true colours or had been unable to hide it as properly as before. All she could think of now was how crushed her father was going to be. As for her; she was so over it. She had been the perfect daughter and perfect girlfriend. 

No more.

She had been a prefect in school, had the highest grades there as well as University. She had been the perfect worker too. She had stayed at work till 1 a.m. some days and gotten wonderful praises and bonuses. She had learnt how to cook perfectly, bake and even do laundry. Stuff she never thought she would have to learn as she was pretty well-off. All of this she had done as she was subconsciously training to be a wonderful wife.

Well, no more. She was not going to be the perfect role model anymore. She was going to let down her hair and party like there was no tomorrow. 

Starting from tonight.

***

Linda grinned as Ada strutted to their table at the bar. Ada was in a short mustard dress which clashed beautifully with her short blue afro. She had on high black platforms and her newly purchased Hindmarch oversize clutch. She knew she looked hot and smiled inwardly at the hushed whispers that followed her steps towards Linda.

'Look at you!' Linda gasped excitedly.

Ada smiled back as she plopped her bum on the chair next to Linda and a blonde girl that she did not know.

'You look wicked! You scrub up pretty well, Ada. I swear I wouldn't have recognised you. And what the hell happened to your hair. It's short! And...'

'Blue? Yup. I just got tired of the old me and wanted to re-invent myself.' Ada grinned as she ran her fingers through her newly shorn hair.

Linda shook her head grinning, 'And what did dear Oli have to say about it?'

Ada shrugged as she looked around airily, smiling slightly at a mixed-race man who was blatantly staring at her.

'Oh, we aren't together anymore.'

Linda gasped aloud, but this time in shock, 'Get out. What happened?'

'I caught him cheating on me so I decided to dump his snivelling arse.'

Linda just looked at her, 'Wow. Did this happen ages ago?'

Ada shook her head, 'Nope. Just last week.'

The blonde girl interjected suddenly, 'You seem pretty chirpy for someone who just ended an engagement.'

Ada turned to stare at the girl who was looking at her with cool blue eyes. She rightly guessed that the girl was used to getting all the attention and was not too pleased that Ada was getting quite a few stares.

'I wish I could bawl and moan like other girls but it's a bit pointless to let oneself go and turn into a smelly, irritating hermit when it's not going to bring the guy back. Plus he cheated on me. I'm not going to waste my tears on someone who did not have respect for our 'engagement.' And who are you, anyway?' Ada asked with an arched eyebrow.

Linda quickly cut in, 'Oh this is my flatmate, Mandy. Mandy, Ada my like best friend from work.'

Ada raised a bare gleaming shoulder, 'Charmed.' Then she looked at the bar before continuing, 'I'm going to go get myself a drink. You guys want anything?'

Linda nodded asking for a wine spritzer while Mandy shook her head sullenly.

Ada just shrugged and got up from her chair. She was not going to waste her time explaining anything to Linda's flatmate. She had mourned her engagement, but she was not going to spend the rest of her life crying over someone who disrespected her enough to cheat on her, knowing she had a key to his flat and could easily walk in anytime. No sodding way.

She leaned against the bar counter and smiled to herself as she saw the bar man rush over to her side to ask what she wanted.

'A wine spritzer and a French Martini.'

The guy nodded as he fixed her drink. She turned round to lean on the counter and cast a lazy gaze round. There were a few fit men there as this was a cool bar in central London but she was not ready to hook up randomly with anyone; not at the bar anyway. She wanted to go dancing then...well, she'd see how it went.

She brought out her wallet to pay for her drinks but the bar man shook his head and pointed to a guy sat by the far side.

'He's sorted out the bill.'

Ada turned to look at him and smiled at him. That was rather sweet of him but she was not going to go over. She raised a glass in acknowledgement then turned back to Linda and her friend.

'Guess what? Some guy over at the bar paid for our drinks.' She squealed.

Linda widened her eyes, 'Get out! No way, you lucky bitch.'

Ada shrugged playfully, her eyes gleaming, 'I know. That's never happened to me before.'

'Guess losing the shackles of your engagement is opening doors for you.' Mandy commented snidely.

Linda gasped, 'Mandy! What's the matter with you?'

Ada just shrugged again. Talk about the green eyed monster coming out to play, 'Oh don't worry, Linda. Say what you want, Mandy but I've been a very good girl all my life. If I want to let my hair down, well metaphorically speaking of course, and go wild then that's no one's business least of all you.'

She ended this statement with a smile to take the sting of it then turned back to Linda, 'Let's get drunk then go party!'

Two hours later, the three somewhat tipsy girls piled themselves in a cab and were on their way to a club called Vendome in Mayfair. A few drinks had turned Mandy slightly better and Ada was not thinking of jamming her heels up her nostrils anymore.

When they got to the club, the three girls made to queue up as Linda had put their names on the guest list, but the bouncer, apparently in a good mood and appreciating the beauty of the blonde, red-haired and blue-haired girls waved them in, ignoring the angry mutters from the crowd.

The three girls giggled their way in as they dropped their coats in the cloakroom and sashayed downstairs to the dance-floor.

Soon the girls were boogying away on the dance-floor as they shimmied to Pendulum's 'Tarantula.' 

After thirty minutes of concentrated dancing, Ada stopped, pressing her hands to her side. Although she looked naturally athletic and toned, she and the gym were not best friends. They were not even frenemies. She was beyond knackered after a mere thirty minutes of dancing and she was gasping for water. She walked towards the bar to get a glass of water for her parched throat. 

When she got there, she saw a large queue of people struggling to place their orders and nearly groaned in frustration. She could not wait here for that long. She swallowed, or tried to swallow some more spit but she could not even create anything in her parched mouth. 

Crap, bollocks, wank!

She turned round to go back to the dance-floor and felt a gaze on her. She looked round and spotted a man sat on one of the VIP tables staring at her intently. 

'Oh.' She gave a tiny gasp. She could not really see how he looked as he was sat in an unlit place but she could feel the intensity of his gaze.

She gulped, or tried to, then looked rapidly away. She made her way back to her girlfriends on the dance-floor and Linda asked her breathlessly, 'Where've you been, mate? The music is amazing.'

Ada just grinned back, she was still reeling from the look she had shared with the unknown man.

All of a sudden, some big-shouldered man came over to them and said in a clear, deep voice, 'My boss over there would like to see you.'

Ada glanced at where he was pointing instinctively and saw that it was the same man who had been staring at her. All of a sudden, her heart galloped causing her tummy to clench. Was she to play it cool or go over?

Mandy looked over as well and simpered sweetly at the man before hissing in a quick aside to the other girls, 'Come on, let's go over there! He's got a VIP table for fuck's sake.'

Ada raised her eyebrows. She would never have pegged Mandy for a gold-digging girl...errr, not.

Ada shrugged and turned to Linda who shrugged in return. Seems the question of playing it cool was out of her hands then. The three girls walked over to the table with the man leading them.

On getting there, Ada saw that there were three other men and two girls laughing among themselves. She felt those same eyes on her and turned to who it was, knowing immediately that he was the 'boss.'

Her mouth popped open as she saw the most gorgeous specimen of a hunk that she had ever seen. He had a clear icy blue stare and wavy golden blonde hair. Although he was sitting down, Ada could swear on her life that he was tall. Towering over her petite 5'4 frame, that was for sure. She quickly shut her mouth as she saw his gaze turn amused at her blatant ogling.

Play it cool, remember. She thought to herself. She sniffed once then turned over to smile at the other three men who were introducing themselves.

She as well as the other girls were asked if they wanted drinks and Linda and Mandy took their champagne glasses with large grins. Ada shook her head politely and asked for water.

'Water? Surely, you're joking?' One of the men gasped as the two girls previously sat there giggled to each other.

She smiled again and replied, 'I'm rather parched and champagne causes me dehydration. When I'm better, I'll have some of your lovely champers, but at the moment, water will do perfectly.'

She looked straight ahead although her whole body hummed with the urge to turn when she heard That man's voice say softly, 'If it's water she wants, then please, get her some.'

The man who had led Ada and her friends to the table nodded and walked off to the bar.

Ada smiled her thanks at him and got a heart-stopping smile in return.

She gulped and turned quickly to the man on her other side.

As soon as she drank down her water, MGMT's 'Kids' came on and she started tapping her feet to the beat.

'I take it you like that song?' 

She turned to the gorgeous man and stared for a second, before remembering herself and replying, 'Yes. I do actually.'

He cocked his head to one side and then asked, 'Would you like to dance with me?'

Ada arched an eyebrow even though her heart began its familiar drum-roll. 

'Are you a good dancer?' She replied cockily.

He gave a quick smile, 'I guess I could call myself satisfactory.'

Ada arched both eyebrows this time as a smile tugged at her lips, 'Then I guess we could dance, however,' She continued as he made to stand, 'I'd rather dance to a more, shall we say up-beat song. This is more of a jump-around song with a few mates.'

He sat back down and spread his hands, 'As you wish.'

Mandy had spotted the soft conversation between Ada and the hot man and was not happy about it. Why her? Mandy wanted him for herself and Ada was not going to stand in her way.

In a clear, falsely sweet voice, she said, 'So glad that you're having fun here, Ada. I actually thought you would be gutted about your foiled engagement. What was it that happened again?'

Linda gazed at her in horror as Ada just stared with a tight smile. 'I believe I told you about this before, he cheated on me and I left him. And as for having fun, but of course I am. The best way, as they say, to get over a man is to get under one. And by God do I intend to do so as soon as possible.'

With that she turned to the amused looking man, 'What do you know? They're playing Shakira's new song and I absolutely adore it. Want to show me your satisfactory skills?'

The man gave her a very large smile as he stood up and dragged her gently to her feet, 'Certainly.'

Ada smiled back as they went to the dance floor. She turned back once and mouthed at Linda, 'Shut your fucking friend up or I'll do it for you.'

The moment they got to the dance floor, the man grabbed her hand and pulled her to him in one smooth move. She gasped as she was clutched tightly to him, her hands placed on his chest reflexively. 

Then he sensuously ground against her, causing her to give out an involuntary moan as she felt a slight bulge press against her nether regions.

Soon, they were grinding to the intense beat of Shakira's 'Did it again.'

When the song was over, the DJ moved smoothly to Beyonce's 'Video Phone' and Ada let out a little squeal. She loved the song.

As Beyonce belted out the lyrics, she turned round and pressed her bum into the man, rolling against him and turning round to give him a coy look.

He grasped her hips and pushed up against her as she backed against him. The dance had slowly turned into simulated sex. She bit back a groan as he pressed his hardening bulge into her bum.

She knew they were going to have sex tonight and she did not care. This would be the first time that she would be having sex with anyone apart from Olisa and a part of her was filled with trepidation. The larger part however, stifled such feelings. She was not the same girl who did everything to please her father and fiancée. Now, she was going to think of herself first and finally, live the life all her friends had lived in University and which had passed her by. Starting with this beautiful stranger.

She turned her head again and this time, she licked him from his neck to the top of his jaw.

His grip tightened on her hips as he gritted his teeth.

'If you do that again then I'm definitely going to fuck you tonight.'

'That's what I'm hoping for.' She whispered back.

He pulled away from her and turned her around to face him properly. He stared into her eyes then nodded once. He looked over to his apparent bodyguard and nodded to him. His bodyguard gave him some signal before walking out of the club. 


One Night Stand Ch. 01



College student, Shawn Baxter recently went through a hard breakup with his high school girlfriend. His best friend, Jason Holmes is attempting to cheer him up and take him on a night out at the bar. Their favorite bar has always been the "hick bar" that plays nothing but country music all night. The bar is called "Hick Town."

Jason is dating a hot red-head named Tammy. Jason and Tammy have been dating for only a couple weeks. The cute couple wants to hook Shawn up with Tammy's Hungarian roommate, Ilesha. Ilesha also recently broke up with her boyfriend and is looking for a one night stand. After Tammy informed Ilesha's wants, Jason informed his buddy, Shawn and he decided to agree.

Its Saturday night, Jason and Shawn are on their way to Tammy and Ilesha's apartment. "Cheer up buddy," said Jason during the drive there, "you'll have a good time tonight. And this Ilesha girl? Whew. She's something."

The two guys arrived at the apartment and were buzzed in by Tammy. Jason knocked on their door and Tammy answers, "Hey you" greeted Tammy with a kiss to her boyfriend, Jason, "Hey Shawn." "Hey" he replied. Shawn and Tammy have never met as he got a glaze at her as she's wearing a purple dress with a pink cowboy hat. They finally officially met that moment.

"Ilesha," shouted Tammy, "are you ready, yet?"

"Almost," Ilesha answered, "could you give me a hand?"

Tammy sighed, "I'll be right back," said Tammy to Jason and Shawn.

"Dude," said Jason towards Shawn, "you want to hear how my night went with Tammy? Last night?"

"Sure," replied Shawn.

"Okay, so her and I went and saw a movie before coming here. Ilesha was out with her friends at the time... Tammy and I fucked... on this couch, here."

"Holy shit man, that's awesome. What position?"

"Cowgirl. I can still see her on top of me, riding my cock forward and back as I held her hips tightly. I gave her three orgasms."

Shawn nods, "Impressive, dude."

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Tammy was also explaining to Ilesha her night with Jason. "And when he came inside me," Tammy paused in mesmerized, "it felt amazing and warm. You've got to let Shawn do it to you."

Ilesha scoffed, "I barely know him; more like I've never met him."

"He's sexy. If he asked me for sex right now, I'd give it to him."

"Well, I still don't know. I mean, I'm already going to have sex with him tonight."

"Yeah, come on. You might as well, honey. You'll want him to anyways when the moment comes. I guarantee it."

"Okay, well we'll see what happens first."

Tammy and Ilesha walk out. Shawn's jaw dropped when he saw the young, sexy Hungarian walk out in a yellow dress. 

"Hi," said Shawn in his shy voice.

"Hey Shawn," replied Ilesha with a cute smile on her face, thinking that Tammy's right when she said that Shawn is sexy.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you Shawn."

"Alright," said Jason while Shawn and Ilesha couldn't take their eyes off each other, "let's bounce, shall we?"

"Let's do it up," said Tammy.

They walked to Jason's car as Shawn being the gentleman that he is, opens the back door for Ilesha. "Thank you sweetie," said Ilesha showing her gratitude for Shawn. Tammy gets inside the car in the front passenger side. Before Jason and Shawn got into the car, Shawn stuck his hand out for a handshake. "Thank you buddy," said Shawn while Jason shook his hand, "this girl is hot."

"See man," replied Jason, "I told you. You will have fun tonight."

They finally got into the car and drove to Hick Town. During the drive to the bar, Shawn and Ilesha chatted and got to know each other better. They both fought the urge to kiss each other before they even arrive at the bar.

The group arrived at the bar and got inside after going through a lineup. Considering it's warm out, it wasn't a huge issue to them. They got inside and quickly went to the bar to buy themselves some drinks. Shawn was kind enough to buy Ilesha her first drink. Shawn bought himself a rye in coke and a strawberry martini for Ilesha. Jason, Tammy, and Ilesha found two couches for the group. Tammy and Jason sat on one while Ilesha sat on the other across from them. When Shawn gave Ilesha her drink, she thanked him and gave him a soft kiss in appreciation.

"Wooooo!" cheered Jason.

"You go girlfriend!" Tammy cheering too.

Shawn sat close to Ilesha and put his arm around her. She crossed her legs over towards him and got close to him too. The night went on as Jason, Tammy, Shawn, and Ilesha all danced, chatted, and drank throughout the night. As the night progressed, Shawn and Ilesha got closer.

2 a.m. hit and the bar is in progression of closing for the night. Jason, Tammy, Shawn, and Ilesha are all tipsy and are feeling good. Shawn and Ilesha can't stop making out.

They left the bar. During the drive back to Tammy and Ilesha's apartment, Shawn and Ilesha are making out wildly in the backseat of Jason's car. "Woo," Jason cheered, "get a room you guys!"

Ilesha broke the kiss on Shawn, "That sounds like a good idea." She went back in and continued making out with him.

"Well," Jason replied, looked at Tammy who winks at her boyfriend, "hey Shawn, why don't I drop you off at Ilesha's apartment and Tammy can stay over at ours?"

Shawn broke the kiss on Ilesha this time and responds to Jason, "Sounds good to me buddy."

"Sweet"

Jason pulls up in front of Tammy and Ilesha's apartment and drops off Ilesha and Shawn. Jason then drives Tammy back to his place for some 'coffee.'

When Ilesha and Shawn get to her apartment room, she falls over. Ilesha sits on her ass and lifts her dress up above her thighs, in her attempt to arouse Shawn. She smiles to give the seduction an extra kick in Shawn's pants. He gets down on the ground with Ilesha after locking the door and continued making out with the hot chick. Shawn lifted her and placed her and himself on the same couch, Jason pointed at earlier in the night where he had sex with his girlfriend, Tammy.

"Perfect place," Ilesha whispered to Shawn in her seductive voice, "My roommate got boned on this couch by your buddy."

"Yeah," Shawn responded while massaging Ilesha's smooth, sexy body, "he mentioned that to me earlier today."

"What else did he tell you?"

"That he gave Tammy three orgasms before he came."

"Yeah, let's top that."

Shawn paused briefly and smiled at Ilesha before replying, "Kinky babe. Let's top that indeed."

Ilesha smiled and resumed the make out session with the hot stud. Shawn unzipped the back of Ilesha's dress as she then stood up and slowly stripped it off. Ilesha, now in bra and panties, began working Shawn's crotch. With Shawn already aroused after Ilesha succeeding in her attempts earlier, she pulled off his jeans while Shawn took off his shirt. Ilesha kisses Shawn a few times before she went down and pulled off Shawn's boxers.

"Mmmmmm" Ilesha moans in amazement of the size of Shawn's rock hard cock.

Ilesha began working his cock with her right hand by stroking it up and down. She slowly licks the bottom of his shaft and sucking his head. Shawn moans and watches the sexy Hungarian give him a blowjob. Ilesha then began bobbling her head up and down his rod continuously until Shawn's cock was rock hard. The sexy babe succeeded and stood up to slowly strip off her strapless bra. Ilesha then slowly slid her panties down her ass, passed her thighs, passed her knees, and finally lets them drop to the ground.

"Come here, babe," said Shawn suggesting Ilesha to lie down on the couch as he gets over top of her.

Shawn whacks his cock against the wet pussy of Ilesha before she spreads her legs wide open for him. Shawn lowers himself down face to face to the sexy girl and proceeds making out with her again. Shawn pokes his cock against Ilesha's pussy a few times before she grabs his cock and eases it inside her pussy. Both Ilesha and Shawn felt the pleasure as Shawn began thrusting his cock in and out Ilesha's pussy.

"Oh baby," Ilesha moans, "that's it. Fuck me."

Shawn lowered himself down and continued pounding Ilesha's pussy. The sexy Hungarian wraps her legs around Shawn's thrusting hips and hugs him tightly against her warm, sexy body. Shawn quickened the pace and fucks Ilesha harder than before. She moans louder than before as Shawn nails her g-spot repeatedly. Ilesha was already in the process of cumming.

"Oh fuck baby," Ilesha moans, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Fuck me!"

The stud never slowed down as Ilesha then endures her first orgasm of the night. Shawn allowed for the two to rest and made out with Ilesha while her pussy quickly rests with his cock still inside. About a moment later, Ilesha once again wraps her legs around Shawn's waist as he proceeds fucking the sexy Hungarian's pussy. Shawn sat up this time on his knees as Ilesha moves up on the couch into a more comfortable position. Ilesha rests her elbows on the couch's armrest and feels Shawn's hard rod coat her inner walls.

Shawn and Ilesha continued to fuck and moan in that position for the next five minutes before the sexy girl was forced into her second orgasm. After Ilesha's second orgasm flowed, Shawn got her to spin around into the doggy-style position. Shawn stroked his dick before he inserted back into Ilesha's pussy. The man quickly began thrusting again and Ilesha loves it.

"Oh god," Ilesha moans, "just like that! Oh yes!! Oh god dammit!!"

"Oh baby," Shawn moans as well, "oooo yeah. Oh baby!"

Both Shawn and Ilesha are really enjoying this position better than the one before. Ilesha pushes her ass back against the thrusting Shawn on every move he thrusts forward; forcing his cock to be deep inside the depths of her clit. Ilesha rests her arms on the armrest of the couch as she moans loud to the extraordinary feeling, Shawn is giving her.

"Oh yes Shawn! Oh fuck!! Oh fuck I'm cumming again! I'm cumming!!"

Shawn never slowed down. He continuously fucked her pussy until Ilesha couldn't hold back any longer as her body shakes into her third orgasm. Ilesha wanted to take a quick breather as Shawn slows down for her and gradually continues his thrusts. Ilesha got off Shawn's dick and quickly spun around to give him a few sucks before switching into a different position. Shawn then lies down on his back with his dick sticking straight up in the air. Ilesha quickly got on top of him and slowly slid his dick back inside her sexy pussy. Ilesha rests her bent legs at Shawn's sides and began bouncing up and down on his rod.

"Aw yeah," Shawn moans, "ooo yeah, that's it baby, just like that."

"Oh shit," Ilesha moans while bouncing rapidly on his cock, "oh fuck baby. Oh shit! Oh fuck!"

Shawn held Ilesha's hips and assists her to bounce harder on his dick. The man also began thrusting upwards and fulfills Ilesha's inner needs at the moment. The sexy babe rests her hands on Shawn's hard chest and uses him as leverage to give herself a larger lift on every rise up before dropping down on the stud's manhood. Shawn caresses Ilesha's smooth body and is drawing near to climax.

"Oh baby," Shawn moans, "you're going to make me cum soon."

"No," the bouncing Ilesha moans, "not yet. Hold out baby...for a little longer."

Ilesha stopped bouncing and began moving her ass forward and back on Shawn's sack. The hot stud reached up to Ilesha's soft lips to kiss her. Ilesha temporarily stopped herself and began sharing kisses with her one night stand. The two slobbered their tongues together to mostly give Shawn a quick break. One moment later, Ilesha resumed to rocking Shawn's crotch by moving forward and back repeatedly.

"Oh fuck baby."

Ilesha moans and increases the pace. She recommences her pace of bouncing rapidly up and down on Shawn's cock. Shawn could feel his balls slowly bursting. He tried to hold back as long as he could. It was hard for Shawn to do so especially having the sexy Ilesha bouncing rapidly and nonstop on his cock at really fast pace. Ilesha's trying to reach her fourth orgasm and eventually does so. Ilesha's pussy once again contracts and tightens around Shawn's cock.

"Oh baby," Ilesha shouts in pleasure, "I'm cumming again!!"

"Oh fuck," Shawn shouts too, "so am I!"

"Cum in me! Oh fuck! Just cum inside me!"

Ilesha tried not to stop, but her orgasm took over her mind as she saw stars and her body spasms in ecstasy. She was capable of moving up and down on Shawn's rod gradually. Shawn felt Ilesha cum onto his throbbing cock. Shawn listened to her cry out in pleasure as he feels his wade rushing through his shaft and into his head. Shawn pushed himself up and in deep inside Ilesha's pussy.

"Awwww shit!" Shawn shouts in pleasure as he feels his hard release of his cum being shot deep inside Ilesha's pussy. Shawn's thick load coated Ilesha's vaginal walls.

"Oh fuck! That's so warm!" Ilesha moans and enjoys the warm sensation of Shawn's seed flowing inside her pussy.

Ilesha collapsed and rests her head on Shawn's chest with his softening cock still buried inside her. She lifts her head up and heavily breaths into Shawn's face, exhausted. They both found enough energy to share a passionate kiss. Ilesha got off of Shawn to find a blanket. During Ilesha's search for a blanket, cum flowed out of her pussy and flowed down her legs. Ilesha grabbed a blanket from her bedroom and returned to a naked Shawn on her couch in the living room.

Ilesha lies next to Shawn and wrapped the blanket around both of their naked bodies. Ilesha snuggled up to Shawn as he retaliates and hugs her close to him. They both slept tight and close.

* * *

Next morning, Ilesha wakes up and finds Shawn missing and the shower running in her bathroom. Ilesha observes her apartment and identifies Shawn's clothes still on the floor and shoes at the front door. Ilesha patiently waited for Shawn to finish in the shower. 

Ilesha puts on Shawn's shirt and sits back down on the couch. She sits cross-legged and rubs Shawn's shirt against her smooth body. Ilesha then feels the feeling of a crush running through her chest. She couldn't help but smile and giggle.

The shower stopped running and Ilesha got excited. Shawn comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water running down his chest, Ilesha couldn't help but smile.

"Hi," said Ilesha softly and smiling at Shawn.

"Hey," Shawn replied and sitting down next to Ilesha.

"Last night was amazing."

"Yeah," Shawn nods, "definitely was."

Shawn and Ilesha stared into each other's eyes and paused. Ilesha slaps on a big, cute smile that Shawn couldn't do anything but smile back at her. Ilesha patiently waiting for a kiss, finally got her wish. Shawn moved in and gave Ilesha a long, soft kiss to her soft lips. They repeated themselves with soft kisses as Ilesha rubs Shawn's right cheek. They broke the kiss and embraced the moment by resting their foreheads against each other's, being silent. They paused for a minute.

"You want to have dinner with me tonight?" Shawn asks, breaking the silence.

Ilesha smiles and receives the crush feeling through her chest again, "I'd love to." She replies.

Shawn smiles and softly kisses her again, "I'll call you later."

"Okay sweetie."

Shawn finally got up to change and had to hurry because his ride and Ilesha's roommate should be swinging by any minute. Minutes later, the door unlocks as Tammy and Jason walk in to find Shawn only wearing his jeans and Ilesha only wearing Shawn's shirt. Jason laughed.

"Morning!" Jason greets both Shawn and Ilesha.

Shawn and Ilesha smiled at each other as if they're supposed to be embarrassed, but are not. Ilesha wraps the blanket around her exposed lower body and remains seated.

"Ready to go, bud?" Jason asks Shawn.

"Yeah," Shawn answers, "I'm good to go."

"What about your shirt?" Ilesha asks him.

"You can hang onto it. I'll just go like this (shirtless). It does look hot out."

"Yeah," said Jason, "it's pretty hot out there. But it's hotter in here!"

"Funny." Shawn laughs.

Shawn puts his shoes on and kisses Ilesha goodbye (for now) while Jason kisses his girlfriend, Tammy goodbye. They left the apartment and tell each other about their nights after they parted ways. During the drive back to their apartment, Jason explained to Shawn how intense he and Tammy's argument was and had make-up sex after. Shawn laughed and teased him.

Meanwhile, the girls, Ilesha and Tammy were dramatic on Ilesha's night with Shawn. They giggled and got excited while eating crackers. Ilesha also revealed to Tammy that she has feelings for Shawn. Ilesha thanks Tammy for introducing him to her.

"So did you have fun, buddy?" Jason asks Shawn.

"I had a blast." Shawn answers with a smile.

"Awesome one night stand, you'd say?"

"No, not a one night stand. I like this girl. I'm having dinner with her later tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah man."

"Dude, that's not a good idea."

Shawn scoffs and asks him, "What do you mean?"

Jason paused in concern, "There's something you should know about Ilesha..."

"Jason, what the hell are you talking about?"

To be continued...



One Night Stand Ch. 01



Laura looked around the bar. The pub she corrected herself. It was a Tuesday night just after six, usually her business day was not even finished. But today was special. She had a reason to break off early and troll the high class drinking establishments near the offices and hotel where she was staying. She was looking for something. Someone. A donor. 

Of genetic material. Maybe it was cold and calculating but that was how Laura played the game at work and in her relationships. Since her perfect fiancée of five years had proven to be a lying, cheating and sterile bum, she had moved on to plan B. Well, plan Z more like it. She had gone to a sperm bank, but two rounds of artificial insemination had proven unfruitful. Further research showed that its success rate was less than half of the natural method. 

Fucking. Stop being so polite she chided herself. Laura blamed her six month assignment in the London office for the false politeness. When they ask, well told, her about it, the timing had seemed idle. She had just broken up with asshole and had been staying in a hotel while she looked for a new apartment or more likely a house to buy. She had a substantial savings account since there would be no wedding to waste it on. It might as well be used as a down payment on a house. But finding what she was looking for in Los Angeles was proving more difficult than she had thought. Hell, finding what she was looking for was proving more difficult in life. Period. 

And this was no exception. The pub was packed. But everyone was drinking and laughing with friends from work. Paired off in neat little groups that made approaching someone virtually impossible. Damn, Brits. The problem was that these people actually went to pubs to drink and socialize, not find someone to screw at the end of the night. It was actually quite rare for someone to 'pull' as they called it after a night drinking in the pub.

If someone wanted casual sex they turned to the Internet. But Laura was not that desperate. Yet anyway. For one thing, she was not accustomed to purchasing anything site unseen from the World Wide Web. Hell, she was one of those types that actually read the whole preview section and all the reviews before purchasing an e-book. She sure as hell was not going to select a sperm donor without a bit of polite conversation and getting to know the person. That shit could be dangerous. Especially for a woman like her.

But it was proving more difficult than she had anticipated to find one handsome, intelligent, athletic and perhaps nice guy in this city of over eight million, thirteen if you considered Greater London. Laura scrunched up her face, the way she did when she pondered a problem. Would this have been any easier in Los Angeles? Finding the right guy...maybe not. Picking someone up in a bar for casual sex...most definitely. She would have been out of here before she finished her first glass of wine in LA.

Her reverie was broken by a deep baritone just over her shoulder, "Excuse me. Is this seat taken?"

His American accent was the first thing that caught her attention. She struggled to pinpoint it. But knew that was not always easy. She liked to think that she did not have an accent at all. It was something she had worked very hard to conquer the moment she escaped small town Texas. Growing up on the wrong side of tracts in Sebida had been a nightmare that Laura had spent a lifetime trying to live down. And most days she did pretty well. A law degree from UCLA, vice-president of Fortune Five Hundred company, seven figure salary, and a savings account offered a hell of a lot of cushion and validation to the little girl that had grown up in a trailer. 

She refused to dwell on her past. It was the future that she was here to think about...and do something about too. She studied the man for a long moment. Over six feet with dark brown waving hair. The guy was definitely no stranger to the gym. He had the look of a former athlete perhaps? Nice green eyes with a spark of intelligence, but she would have to spend a bit of time talking to him to make sure about that one. And being American, the concept of hooking up in a bar would not be completely foreign to him. Her night was definitely looking up. "No. Please join me."

***

Laura studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror. They had been talking for close to two hours. They had even ordered some of the notorious pub food, bland and tasteless. It was a far site from her favorite Mexican. But a bit of salt can make anything palatable. And the company was most definitely that. Ryan was proving to be everything she was looking for. Former college football quarterback and Navy guy, probably a SEAL, but he had the grace not to brag about that shit, which only made her more certain of it. He was witty, if perhaps a bit too right wing for her tastes.

But did such things matter? It was not like political preference was an inherited trait was it? No, they had finished their food. It was almost nine and except for a few drunks the pub was clearing out rapidly as most of the post-work crowd had had their two pint limit, finished unwinding and headed home for the night so they could get up early and do it all again. No, Laura was reaching the point that as her Nana would call it...shit or get off the pot. 

"Damn it, there are no guarantees in life. You know that," she admonished the woman in the mirror. 

She sighed, "Yes. Yes, I'm going to do it." She smiled and filled with new found resolve turned to walk out the bathroom door. And ran right into a solid wall. She looked up to discover the smiling face of her dinner companion. 

"I wasn't sure if you were trying to give me the slip or what," he joked with a wry smile. He looked at the watch on his wrist. Laura's eyebrows knitted together. Who wore a watch in these modern days of cell phones? It was another point in his favor actually. "Look, it is getting late. Tomorrow is the first day of my new assignment and I don't expect it to be easy. My first task is to fire my predecessor. So I was wondering...could I get your number? Maybe we could have drinks or even dinner again. Soon."

Laura smiled. It was not how she wanted the night to end but it was a good start. "Actually, I was wondering if you would care to join me back at my hotel for a nightcap," she offered as an alternative.

The way that the man's eyebrows shot straight up told her that he knew exactly what she was offering. And another drink was the least of it. He silently studied her for a long moment. From the top of her dark brown hair that was cut short and easy to style, down her tailored navy suit and white silk blouse that was understated and professional to her black pumps that were heeled but not over the top. Everything about Laura was functional. 

She was tempted to shift from foot to foot under his direct examination. It was not a feeling that she was used to. Not in a very long time. As she always did, she met the challenge head on, lifting her chin and staring him directly in the eye. "Look, let's cut to the chase. I have a busy day tomorrow too. Do you want to come back to my room for a bit of consensual, no strings attached sex to help relieve both our tensions?" Her brown eyes met his directly in challenge, "Or not?"

***

Ryan Ranger held her gaze. The woman was every bit as ballsy as they said she was. It was a pity actually. He really liked her. She was intelligent. But then he would expect nothing less given her resume. It was not just knowledge though. This woman had that rare quality of depth. She was good at reading people. She carefully thought out and planned her actions. And perhaps most importantly for him, she seemed to retain at least a bit of a moral compass. It was a very rare combination in the corporate world in which they lived. Unfortunately on this occasion it was that moral compass that was getting her into trouble. Real trouble. And worse yet, he was the hatchet man.

He shook his head. The decision was a no brainer as they say. He was sent here to fire and replace her. Even though their company had no official fraternization policy, he had always followed the old adage, 'don't shit where you eat.' So why the hell was he even considering it?

Because she's under your skin as his uncle would say. Even before he had set foot on that plane, this woman had been turning his guts inside out. The confidential file that he had received laid her whole life bare for his inspection. And for the first time in his life, he had not found a woman lacking. She had grown up rough. Her childhood was as tough, perhaps tougher than his own, because at least he had summers on his great uncle's ranch in the Texas Hill Country. He and his cousin Rex had been free to run and explore like boys should under the watchful eye of the old wizened Indian medicine man. 

Laura had had nothing. Except responsibility for her three younger siblings while her single mother worked the night shift at the local convenience store to pay the rent on their two bedroom trailer that was falling apart around them. Even then she had managed to make straight A's in school, while holding down a part-time job of her own and serving on student council. She had graduated as valedictorian with a full scholarship to UCLA. And except for monthly checks back home, she had never looked back. She had risen higher and faster within the company than most of her male peers. And it had nothing to do with affirmative action. No, it was her intelligence and hard work that got her where she was. 

Unfortunately this time, she had managed to step in a hot, stinky, steaming cow patty of corporate corruption. One that Ryan was here to clean up. He was almost certain that this woman was not privy to the details of the plan that threatened national and international security. But that would not save her job. Besides it was probably for the best. She would be safely out of the mess before the deck of cards came toppling down around all their heads. Ryan knew what he should do. Politely refuse her generous invitation. Send her back to her hotel room alone. And then tomorrow, quickly and as cleanly as possible bring down the hatchet. 

He sighed heavily. But that was not what he was going to do. This one time in his life, Ryan's cold and calculating head was going to lose out to his equally passionate heart. Even though he knew that after tomorrow this woman would hate and despise him, he just had to have her. Just this one night, he wanted to taste what it was like to give into the needs of his heart and body that he had repressed for a lifetime. And more importantly, he wanted that with her. With Laura Renee Garcia-Reynolds. She would hate him even more if she knew that the file the agency had given him as part of this undercover assignment included that...her full name. 

He inhaled deeply and sent a silent plea into the universe, a prayer to god, a call to the great spirit, fate, destiny, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. 'Please don't let me screw up.' Then he smiled and nodded his head. "I'd like that."

***

Laura sighed. She was not even aware that she had been holding her breath until it escaped in a great whoosh of relief. He was coming back to her room. Some tiny part of her wanted to jump up and down like a little girl who opened the present under the tree to discover the doll that she had asked Santa for. But that had never been Laura. No, each year she and his sisters always got last year's toys that other children had donated at the mall to make way for their new stuff. 

Oh, don't get her wrong, she was grateful to have anything under the tree at least as far as her little sisters were concerned. For her it had never really mattered. She was one of those people who had been born old. Which was why that feeling was so unusual. She could never actually remember having it before. She hoped it boded well for this little endeavor. Because this time she was asking Santa or fate or whatever for a lot more than a doll for Christmas. This baby was the culmination of all she had ever worked for or wanted. And at thirty-nine, she knew time was running out.

She actually reached out and took his hand in hers. It was the first time they had actually touched and if Laura did not know better she would swear that she felt a tingle run up her arm. It was nothing more than static electricity from the ugly dated old carpet that seemed the same in every pub she had been in for the past six months. She would be glad to get home. 

The polite veneer of the British people that hid a coldness and superiority complex was wearing thin on her. Couldn't they see the shallowness of it all? Or were they truly as caught up as it seemed in maintaining the status quo of their social order? She knew beyond a doubt that if even one of her colleagues knew the truth of her birth it would fuel the gossip meals for months. There were no self-made men, let alone women, in their closed 'polite' society where it was all about who you knew and never what you knew, no matter how good you were. And she was good. More than good. Much more qualified than any of the Etonian upper crust that populated her down line at the company.

But was LA really any better? The city that she had called home for more than half of her life was just as shallow. Except there it was the perfect body, sculpted in the most popular gym, the perfect tits from the latest and hottest plastic surgeon and of course the perfect smile crafted from porcelain by the best cosmetic dentist. 

Even Sebida though had been ruled by the old school...its founding families. The Monroes chief among them. Only as an adult Laura had learned the truth. It was all a façade. A shambles. The Judge's family was as broke as her mother had been. Worse even because they were too proud to apply for the welfare check and food stamps that her mother had used to feed her and her sisters. And his beloved daughter, that paragon of virtue and deaconess of the biggest church in town, the one that brought their basket of food and presents each Thanksgiving and Christmas, the principle of the school where Laura had gone; Miss Myrtle was warming up the sheets with old Injun Joe, the owner of the local Indian casino and bar. And she had been for Laura's whole life.

Maybe I am just getting cynical in my old age, she thought. But it seemed that everything, even the success and big bank account that she had fought a lifetime to achieve, meant nothing. That was why this baby was so important to her. It felt like her last chance. A chance to find the meaning and happiness in this world that she had been looking for her whole life. A chance to have something was truly was her own. 

It was silly really. To put so much stock into something that all her female friends in the corporate world considered beneath them or at most a bodily function to ensure the continuation of the species and to spread their superior DNA. Sometimes they reminded her of the heifers that the Judge breed with his prize bulls. Motherhood to them was nothing more than producing a superior bloodline and stock. That was how they selected the men they married and made babies with. Of course on the side most of them had a string of bad boys to satisfy other urges. 

Laura shook herself. The night was getting away from her. And it was an important night. At least the little stick that came with the ovulation predicator kit and the app on her phone that charted her cycle said it was. The night that offered her the greatest hope of changing it all. The hope of achieving this final item on her to do list of life. The one that was slipping through her hands with each passing tick of her biological clock. 

Looking at her companion, she smiled. If some crazy part of her wished for a simpler time when a man and woman met, got to know one another at the church socials, held hands as they walked and talked, then walked down the aisle to make vows that truly were 'until death do us part,' well, that was just another victim of the shallowness that had become modern society. 

No, this was for the best. It would be simpler this way. A night of burning up the sheets with a handsome and intelligent equal and Laura would have what she wanted. Or she hoped she would anyway. A no strings attached one night stand that would give her the baby that would be the beginning of the next phase of her life. 

She nodded her head and tugged at his hand. "Let's go then."



One Night Stand Ch. 01



'Get your coat.' He said abruptly.

Ada just walked over to Linda and whispered, 'See you on Monday.'

Linda gasped as she whispered after a smiling Ada, 'You old dog!'

Mandy just looked glumly but did not say a word. Linda had torn into her and she just wanted to go home soon now that the real prize was clearly going away with Ada.

Ada walked quickly to the cloakroom to get her coat then walked outside to a tinted Rolls Royce. Instinctively, she knew he was the owner and her instincts proved right as the bodyguard walked round to open the door for her and she stepped into the car.

Immediately she sat down, the man grabbed her and kissed her fiercely.

She surrendered, opening her mouth and letting his tongue in. He licked and sucked at her bottom lip before sliding his tongue across hers and stroking her inner mouth. 

She moaned into his mouth as she stroked her tongue against his.

Then he stopped and pulled away, 'Won't you even tell me your name?'

Ada opened her mouth then shut it back. This was just a one-night stand so what was the point telling him her name.

'Does it really matter?' She replied.

He looked at her again, as if he was staring at her properly. His gaze went from her hair to her eyes then to her lips before going back to her eyes.

'No I guess not, but I think it's a bit proper to know the name of the girl who I'm going to be fucking soon. If you want, I could tell you my name first.'

She quickly shook her head, 'That's not necessary.'

'Oh but I think it is.' He interjected smoothly before leaning in and nibbling her ear. He whispered into it softly, 'I want you to scream my name out when I make you come again and again and again.'

Ada dragged in a shuddering breath as she visibly wilted against the cool leather seat.

'I'm Ada.'

He hummed into her ear as a finger trailed across the top of her dress and dipped into her cleavage.

'Ada? Emphasis on the last syllable? I've never heard it pronounced that way before but I like it. I'm Tarquin. My friends call me Paddy though.'

Ada pulled away from him and stared into his eyes. Why was he being so polite? 

'That's interesting, but I won't actually call myself your friend so why should I call you Paddy?'

Tarquin shrugged as he leaned back against the car seat, 'Just making conversation, I guess.'

Ada arched an eyebrow, 'Wow, do you always 'make conversations' with random girls you pick up?'

Tarquin gave a tight smile at that, all jolliness removed from him. 'Let's get one thing clear, I don't pick up random girls. I saw you, thought you were stunning and things got heated on the dance floor that's why you're in my car. I understand the whole wanting to get over your ex-fiancee by fucking someone else but cut the whole tough routine out. Frankly, it does not suit you and it's turning me off a bit.'

Ada widened her eyes in shock. Had he just had a massive go at her? Normal guys would have been thrilled at the one night stand experience but he wanted a proper conversation and introduction before the whole deed. She was offering herself to him on a platter with no strings attached and he was turned off?

She smiled coolly at him, 'I see I made a mistake and I apologise for wasting your time. Now if you could drop me off somewhere where I could get a cab, I would be delighted.'

Tarquin shook his head wearily, 'You're upset. That's understandable as I was rather rude. I apologise for that, but there's no need for us to end this so sourly. Just stay and we'll...pick up from where we left off.'

Ada let out a snort, 'Are you having a laugh? Look, I try not to be so crass usually, but it's evident that you're well-off; what with the Rolls and the bodyguard and VIP and whatnot. Normally, if you met a girl at a club who you took a fancy to, you'd be worried about if she was going to be a hanger-on after the display of wealth as she wouldn't want to let you out of her clutches. Well, here I am offering a clear, no-strings attached shag between us and buggering off after everything and you insult me then give a half-hearted apology then expect me to...what, place your head back on my neck and give breathy moans while you nip away? I've just been five years with a guy who I practically gave my life to and who did the creep-walk on it. Now, I opted to go out for a bit of fun, perhaps a quick nookie afterwards and what do I get; a foiled nookie that's what. Stop the goddamn car and let me out.'

She turned round to the front of the car and made to slide open the partition dividing them from the driver.

Tarquin placed a steadying hand on hers, 'That won't be necessary. Clearly I was wrong for wanting to treat you with a little bit of respect by getting your name off you and chatting a bit so you won't feel like a whore. That's obviously a bit too much 'conversation' when all you wanted was a, how did you put it, nookie. Consider yourself righted.'

With that he bent his head and sucked on her neck furiously. She gasped as warmth flooded her pussy. Half of her wanted to push him off and demand to be let out, but the other half reminded her that this was what she wanted.

He gripped the top of her dress and pushed it down before dragging a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

She moaned and placed a hand on the back of his head, pushing him harder on her breast. A long finger found her knickers and slid it to one side, before sliding deeply into her warmth.

She squeaked and shoved down on the invading finger. Soon, he was sliding two fingers in and out of her and she was humping down as she bit her lip to stop from wailing.

Just as she was about to climax, his fingers left her and she opened lust-glazed eyes to see him slid the belt from his trousers open. He pushed his trousers to his knees, letting out a swollen, angry looking cock. She moaned as she saw the sight before her. He was big and thick. 

He grabbed her hips and placed her astride him before pushing his cock into her clutching warmth. She groaned as he let out a harsh breath.

Soon, he was pumping furiously into her as he held her upright. She could not move even if she wanted to; his hard hands holding her still as he pumped into her.

Then her legs began to tremble as a thumb found its way to her clit and started circling slowly in sharp contrast to the hard pounding. She could not hold back a long moan as she shattered above him. 

She heard him groan before jerking into her, coming as well. She felt liquid spurt into her, and her mind registered that he had come inside her.

She did not care; she was swimming in a world of pleasure and did not want to leave where she was.

He stopped jerking and slowly lowered her unto his thighs. She slumped against him breathing heavily against his neck as his own breaths poured over her sensitive scalp.

She raised up her head to try to kiss him but he turned his face to the other side and her lips landed on his cheek.

She looked at his averted face and swallowed. She had asked for it, had she not?

She slowly got off him and fumbled for her knickers ignoring the trail of liquid that flowed from her down her leg.

Tarquin stared in silence as she righted her dress and brought out a purse from her mirror to repair her make-up.

'We're home, sir.' A disembodied voice sounded; clearly the bodyguard/driver.

Tarquin asked her, his voice sounding extra loud in the quiet car. 'What are you doing?'

She ignored him, her legs trembling although her repaired face showed no signs of it.

She brought out her phone and dialled a number.

'Can I get a taxi please?'

Tarquin looked down again and stared at his slicked fingers that had just been inside Ada not too long ago.

'What's your address, Tarquin?' Ada asked calmly.

Tarquin grabbed the phone from her and cut it.

'What's the matter with you?' She half-screamed. 'We just had a very nice shag and you've proved to me that I was the whore I wanted to be and I thank you for that. Now could you kindly give me your sodding address so I can go back to my place?'

Tarquin shook his head as he stared at her, his gaze hooded. 'I should never have called you a whore. Or turned my head away when you tried to kiss me. That was wrong and childish of me and I am so, very sorry. Please, don't just go like that. Just wait till the morning and I will personally drop you back after feeding you. Please.'

Ada stared at him for a long second. Then she shrugged, 'Fine.'

Tarquin smiled quickly at her then pressed a button. 'Drive in.'

A few minutes later, Tarquin was leading her up a marble staircase to a huge bedroom with a circular bed.

The light was off and he made to put them on, but Ada stopped him. She slid out of her clothes and walked to the bed, sliding under the cool duvet.

He took off his own clothes slowly, all the time staring at her through the dim light cast by the moon.

He slid in after her and put his arm around her, dragging her back to his chest and spooning. 

He felt something liquid plop on his arm and he clenched his eyes shut tight. He did not really know her but he did not like her crying. Ever since he spotted her dancing with her friends, he had felt a hunger for her that he had not felt for any other woman in his fifteen years of dating. At thirty one, he was sure that he had finally found the perfect person even though he knew next to nothing about her. She was clearly still shaken up due to her broken engagement and right now he was more like a rebound guy, or maybe she was trying to re-invent herself but he was willing to give her as much time as she needed to come around. He knew without a doubt that he could make her see him differently. Maybe not fancy him immediately, but she could warm up to the idea.

'Don't cry. I really did not mean to say all those things. I was angry and stupid and...'

'I know. But why do I still feel like a whore?'

Tarquin gently turned her round to face him before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

'You aren't a whore. I'm a fucking fool for saying something so idiotic. You could never be a whore.'

Ada just stared at him and then she gave a teary smile before turning round again.

She had acted out of character. She had had unprotected sex with a stranger, acted very slutty, drank loads of alcohol...all things that she had never done before. When she had set out to change her character she had thought it was going to be a piece of cake. She had read about women who reinvented themselves to become sex-goddesses. All she had working for her was her sarcasm which she had always had, but the sultriness and assertiveness with men? No, that was something she now knew she was not and could never be good at. She had made a fool of herself and just wanted to curl up and die.

From a relationship that had just ended in shambles, to a quick shag with a gorgeous hunk who was now treating her with more love than she had received from Olisa in the last three years of their relationship.

Her mind was in shambles.

She tried to ignore the soft kisses that were being placed across her shoulder blades as they made her cry harder.

'Please stop.' She whispered and he stopped at once.

'Whatever you want, Ada.' He said back.

She closed her eyes and, to her surprise, sleep overcame her immediately.

***

Tarquin woke up and stretched lazily. His mind went over what had happened the night before and he looked over expecting to see the blue hair that had been nestled in his arms the night before. 

He saw nothing.

He felt that side of the bed and felt that it was cool. Clearly she had been gone for quite some time.

He rubbed his face with a large hand as he exhaled lightly.

She was gone. He did not need to look in the toilet or kitchen; it was clear as day that she had gone off sometime in the early mornings.

He sat up and saw a note on her side of the bed.

'Sorry I left so suddenly but I guess I need some time to think. It's obvious that this isn't just a one night stand to you, or if it was then you're too nice and sweet for your own good. This is not because of the whore thing...well it is, but not because you said it. It's because I thought I could do this without no qualms but I can't. I'm a simple girl at heart and I guess that's just all I'm ever going to be. Anyway, no more babbling as I don't want you waking up and seeing my cowardly self hunched over this paper in the light of the weak rising sun. I just want to thank you for giving me the best sex of my life, even though it was in a car. Thanks awfully and I hope you find a girl who deserves you, because although I don't know you that well...actually I don't know you at all except that you're sometimes known as Paddy, I think you'd make a lucky girl a wonderful boyfriend, even husband.

Your very appreciative one night stand, Ada.'

He read the letter one more time, before dropping it to the bed and gazing out at the bright sunlight with a clenched jaw.



One Night Stand Ch. 02



Three years later...

'Ready yet?'

Ada rolled her eyes at the exasperated brunette standing at the doorstep of her room with arms on her hips.

'I will be if you stop poking your head in here every two seconds. Now go wait in the living room, Jem!'

Jemima gave a mini grumble as she spun round and walked down the hallway back to the living area.

Ada shook her head as she caught the beginnings of Jemima's mutterings, 'Never used to take you this much time before...'

Whatever. Ada had not been out since...well that night and yes, it had been three years, but she just had not been able to go out. She had been embarrassed of her behaviour. She blushed a little as she always did whenever her mind went back to that night. She felt terrible that she had run out on him but there was no way she would have been able to face him after what happened. After the way she acted. After the way he reciprocated.

After she cried in his arms.

He would probably have sent her home with some nice words...maybe money. She covered her face with her arms as she groaned inwardly. Yes, she was right to have run away. 

Anyway she had tried going back there a few months after. He had not been there. He had travelled to Dubai? Singapore? She could not remember, but he had not been there.

By the time she had gone there three times, she had been informed politely but firmly that he was not coming back anytime soon and that she should stop coming there. 

And she had stopped of course. Rightly so, too.

'Ada!'

'I'm coming!' Ada replied with a scowl.

Why on earth had she agreed to go out with Jemima tonight? Okay fine, more like been coerced into it, but she could always have fobbed her off as she usually did. Fine, she could not have but still! Instead of slowly easing her back into social Uthopia like the pub down the road or something, Jemima was dragging her to some fancy do where one had to dress up properly!

It was true that she had become a little grandmother, always puttering about in her new cosy two bedroom flat...more like one bedroom, one closet but she absolutely adored it. And she had put in more hours than before into work...and had gotten a lovely promotion and increase in her salary which was definitely needed. Especially now that she was more or less estranged from her family. Her eyes watered a bit as she recalled the outrage that she had received because of her break-up with Olisa. She quickly pushed that thought out of her head.

She was a new girl. Well not as new as she had intended three years ago, but more mature. Her hair was back to black that was for sure, she thought wryly as she surveyed herself in the mirror. She was slightly thinner than before. Not that she had consciously decided to lose weight but it had just dropped off as she forgot to eat whilst at work and was too tired to do so upon arrival. With her newly fixed Brazilian weave, with a thick fringe that more or less blocked her face and drew attention solely to her big brown eyes, incredible cheekbones and full red lips, her face looked exquisite, although she thought otherwise. Which was a good thing as she had not dressed up as much as Jemima did. She simply wore a long Grecian styled ivory dress and flat thong sandals. No jewellery was added. She glanced at herself once more. Well, she was ready or as ready as she could ever be and if Jemima, who was clad in a gorgeous LBD with stunning Swarovski crystal earrings, did not like it then...she was changing back into her comfy pjs and diving back into bed!

She shut the door to her room softly and quietly padded into the next room to make sure all was well. Satisfied with her perusal, she went to the living room and stared at Jemima somewhat defiantly.

'Well?' She demanded.

Jemima stared at her speechless for a second then broke into a broad grin that threatened to crack her face in half.

'Ada...you are definitely back!'

Ada looked at her sceptically, 'You've already got me going with you, Jem. You don't have to lie to me too.'

Jemima rushed to her and cupped her face gently so as not to smudge her smooth face, 'I swear to you Ada Mordi, on my grandma's life...okay fine we both know I want her dead like yesterday but...you look absolutely stunning. And if you don't get a guy tonight slavering after you like some love-sick orang-utan, I will give you my new Louboutins.'

Ada's face brightened at that, 'Promise?'

Jemima nodded solemnly, 'Grandma Patti's life.'

Ada rolled her eyes as she linked arms with Jemima, 'Yeah, like that counts for shi...sugar.'

Jemima giggled and waved to her cousin who was staying over at Ada's for the night.

'Bye, Holly.'

Ada waved as well, 'Bye Holly and thanks again for staying over tonight. You don't know how much it means to me.'

Holly shrugged with a little blush. She was slightly in awe of Ada who she thought was the quintessential lady and who she aspired to be once she was older...well older than her sixteen year old self.

'It's cool, Ada. Have fun and shall ring if anything happens.'

Ada nodded with a grateful smile then walked out of her flat arm in arm with Jemima. The night had better be worth her time!

***

Okay. Right. She could do this. 

Ada took in deep, gulping breaths as her heart thudded rapidly in her chest. She had not seen so many people and so much...wealth all crammed up in one room at a go. Well, except on the telly!

She gazed around trying to do so coolly, although her rapidly spinning eyes belied that fact. 

'You didn't tell me it was going to be this...fancy!' Ada hissed at Jemima quietly.

'If I did you wouldn't have come. And anyway, since when did fancy have a category of 'this fancy'? Chin up, you ninny and smile. Guys are looking this way already.' Jemima hissed back.

Ada quickly forced a smile as they made their way through guests.

'Looking at you, more like.' She whispered.

Jemima rolled her eyes so skilfully that only the very observant would have seen the roundabout motion of her eyes, and this included the likes of Ada.

'I saw that.'

'Good.' Was the reply.

Before Ada could launch an appropriate scolding, a lady decked in a long, red, cocktail dress and blinding diamonds at her lobe and neck spotted Jemima and cooed a loud, 'Jemima darling.'

Jemima mumbled under her breath, 'Fuckwittage,' before cooing back just as loudly, 'Hyacinth, wherever have you been, darling? Absolute yonks.'

Ada hid a smile as she watched them air kiss, more than an inch between their respective cheeks.

'Darling, I don't think I've seen you since...why forever?' Hyacinth breathed, her left hand waving about her artfully coiffed hair, the large blue diamond on her fourth finger threatening to take out a few discreetly placed hair pins.

Ada immediately clocked that she was drawing attention to her ring but she did not say a word. She had been ignored like she was invisible so why make the fake blonde happy?

Jemima replied, staring straight at Hyacinth's face and acting like the hand was not a part of her body, 'It has, has it not? Been a very busy bee these past months. Flying here and there...and how was...Barbados was it? News is Pierre acquired a villa there for the both of you.'

Hyacinth laughed, batting her eyes furiously like she was trying to dislodge a trapped fly, 'You heard that? Oh dear me, and it was meant to be a secret between the both of us.'

Ada barely stifled a snort. Secret, unh-hunh.

Hyacinth continued, 'Well, Pierre surprised me with that gorgeous villa. It's by the beach you know? Anyway, was I surprised when he showed it to me, I believe I even fainted.'

'Fainted?' Ada could not resist asking.

Hyacinth glanced at her irritated then smiled quickly, 'Swooned. Yes, swooned I think. Anyway, you would never believe why he bought that villa for me?'

Jemima smiled expectantly.

'You have to guess, Jemima!'

'Was it your birthday?'

'No.' Hyacinth shook her head giggling excitedly.

'Anniversary?' Jemima guessed again.

'No.'

'Just for the fun of it? Because he could? Err...funeral?' Jemima asked.

Ada quickly turned her guffaw into a cough. This party was definitely interesting.

Hyacinth's smile had slowly faded away as Jemima threw her guesses and now Hyacinth looked near hysterical.

'No you foo...funny girl.' She quickly ended with a forced smile.

It was clear to everyone what she had been about to call Jemima.

Jemima simply arched an eyebrow, 'Then tell me. You know how awful I am at guessing games.'

Hyacinth raised both eyebrows signifying a 'Clearly'.

'It was for our engagement. We're engaged. Can you not see my ring?'

She shoved the hand she had been waving about in Jemima's face.

Jemima widened her eyes with an, 'Ohmigod I can't believe I didn't see something this...huge! It's gorgeous.'

Soothed by her response, Hyacinth smiled again, 'I know, it's simply stunning. I mean, I didn't choose it but it's something I would have chosen...which shows how much he knows and loves me.'

Retch.com, Ada thought as she turned her bored gaze and attention away from the daft gushing taking place. As she looked around, she saw something that made her heart freeze. Was that...

'So, I have to go now, but I promise to come visit you and pay that ring the exact attention it deserves. Come on, Ada. We mustn't keep Lady Amelia waiting.' Jemima said as she smiled at a blinking Hyacinth while dragging a confused Ada away.

Ada looked back again but could not see the side view of who she had just spotted. She turned back to Jemima, her heart rate slowing down to normal.

'Lady Amelia?'

Jemima rolled her eyes as she walked as quickly as she could away from Hyacinth, 'Well, what other name could I come up with so quickly? Amelia sounds like a Lady's name anyway. I had to get away from that talkative cow before I crammed her ring down her throat. Surprise, my beautiful bottom. She has that daft geriatric Frenchie round her fingers and I cannot believe he doesn't realise it's all for the money. He's eighty six for Pete's sake.'

Ada giggled, 'Wow. I truly have a lot to catch up on. I can't believe this stuff happens in real life. So like a Jackie Collin's novel.'

Jemima nodded in agreement.

'Okay, time to get some much needed champers. I for one need something to wash away the taste of that awful girl, and, according to my sources, they're serving Veuve Grande Dame.'

'Vintage Veuve?' Ada asked impressed, 'Wow, what's this party for again?'

'Some celebration of a charity event gone right.' Jemima replied as she spied a waiter going round with champagne flutes and snagged two glasses for her and Ada.

'Interesting. Anyway...' Ada's voice trailed off again.

Jemima looked at her confused, 'You alright hun?'

'Yeah...it's just that...I swear that guy over there looks like someone I know.'

Jemima turned to who Ada was looking at.

'Are you completely sure? Because that's Paddy Bowell-Smythe, some incredibly wealthy guy who's like intensely popular. Maybe you saw his photo somewhere.'

Ada had tuned out the moment she heard the name Paddy. It could not be! Maybe it was a different Paddy, although her heart was telling her that she was deluding herself. 

'Ada? Are you positive you're okay? You look...well, as impossible as this sounds, you look really pale.' Jemima looked very concerned as she stared at Ada.

Ada shook her head giving a little laugh, 'No. I'm just wondering if Holly's okay, she hasn't rung me you know? And with...'

Jemima cut her off immediately, 'Oh psshh, Ada! Stop being silly, woman. You told Holly to ring if there was any problem and she hasn't rung yet so stop worrying. And drink some more. Here let me snag some more of this absolutely delish...'

Ada gasped as her eyes connected with a pair of disbelieving blue eyes.

Oh shit.

It was Tarquin.

Jemimia turned and saw Ada looking at the man she knew as Paddy. Then she saw the way he was staring at her too. And everything fell into place. 

'He's the one?' She asked quietly.

Ada nodded once.

'He's the...' Jemima quickly shut up as she saw him start moving towards them. 

'He's coming this way.' She whispered furiously.

Ada broke her stare from Tarquin to mutter sarcastically, 'Noooo. Of course he is, idiot.'

She turned round again and drew in a swift breath as he stepped directly in front of her.

'Hello, Ada.'

Ada nearly swooned herself as his familiar deep voice weaved its spell around her. 

'Hello Tarquin.' She squeaked.

Jemima looked at the two of them, opened her mouth to say something, shut it then nodded before turning round and making herself scarce.

Ada looked after her forlornly, like her favourite toy was being taken away from her.

She turned back to look at Tarquin and saw him staring at her so intently, as if she were going to disappear right before his eyes.

'You look well.' He stated. That was an understatement, she looked like a goddess.

'As do you.' Ada replied inanely. Then smiled shyly before looking away.

Tarquin stared at her, his formally cool gaze softening. He opened his mouth ready to ask her how life was but instead said, 'You left without saying anything to me. Was it that bad?'

Ada looked around not seeing anything. She had not expected him to confront her about what happened. It was not like he looked for her.

She tried to laugh silkily but it cracked, 'Yes I did. I thought it was better that way.'

His gaze turned back to its previous hardened state, 'And you thought so why?'

Ada replied swiftly, 'Why do you care now? It's not like you looked for me. And you definitely have the means to have done so. So don't stand there berating me like some angry fiery god when deep down you were probably relieved.'

'Well I wasn't.' He bit out angrily.

Ada looked at him with a widened stare.

He realised how furious he had sounded and quickly calmed down. He raked a hand through his hair with a weary sigh and repeated, this time quietly, 'No I wasn't. Not relieved. Far from it. I looked for you actually. I thought it would be easy seeing as you had blue hair, I mean, how difficult was it to find a black blue-haired girl with a unique name such as Ada? I was wrong. It was a bit difficult seeing as you had blue hair and I take it that's something you did as a spur of the moment thing...this hair really suits you by the way. Anyway, it was difficult and I don't know why I cared so much. You obviously didn't think that what we did meant something. It may have been a one night stand to you but it was not to me. You mattered. I think I fell...felt something that night that I had never felt before. But you left.'

Ada just stared at him, her eyes wide and partially hidden underneath her fringe. She had heard all that he said. He was so impassioned. It had happened ages ago, but the way he spoke it seemed like it happened just yesterday. He sounded like...no, it could not be possible. Did he fancy her? Had he fancied her before, and maybe, just maybe, he still had feelings for her?

She blew her fringe out of her face and took a deep breath before opening her mouth. 

But she was cut off by a plumy voice which stated clearly, and sweetly, 'Paddy? I've been looking all over for you, Randolph Featherington's been asking for you, you know. He's a rather impatient little man, but such contacts are priceless.' 

The icily beautiful blonde with piercing grey eyes suddenly noticed the shell-shocked Ada who had been staring back at her.

'Oh dear, forgive my appalling manners, but I didn't quite see you. I'm Therese Duvall, and you are?' She stretched out her slender hand. 

Beautiful long fingers with oval shaped nails that looked glossy without looking tacky.

And adorned with a simple piece of jewellery. 

A large yellow diamond set on a platinum band. Placed on the fourth finger of her left hand.

Ada gulped and gave her unadorned hand to be shaken.

'Ada Mordi.'

Therese cracked a cool smile, 'How delightfully African.' She turned round dismissively to a silent Tarquin and said, 'So, darling. I take it you're talking to Miss...Mordi? Do round it off as quickly as you can and come over to Randolph. We must talk to him and get him to invite us round for supper or something of that sort.' She placed a quick kiss on his lips and walked off without looking back at either of them.

Ada and Tarquin stood in silence for a few seconds.

'Well, you 'must' go over and talk to him now, mustn't you?' Ada asked sweetly.

Tarquin replied softly, yet firmly, 'Look Ada, we have to talk...'

'No Tarquin...sorry Paddy, we don't. Now I have to look for my friend.'

She turned, ready to walk off but Tarquin grabbed her arm, stopping her from moving.

'Wait. Ada, please just wait. Let's meet up for coffee. Or something. Let's just sit down and talk properly. I really want to get to know you properly. To be friends.'

Ada smiled coldly and replied, 'I don't think that's a very good idea, Ta...Paddy. Your life seems very perfect and I don't think you really need me as a friend.'

'I do. And please don't call me Paddy. Not like that.'

Ada laughed shortly, 'Like how? As I recall, you told me you were known as Paddy by your friends and wanted me to call you that. It is your name is it not? What everyone seems to know you as anyway. It doesn't matter. If things go wonderfully, then you won't ever have to hear that name again as I shall not be seeing you to call you that. Now let go off me.'

Tarquin stared at her for a second then let go, 'As you wish.'

'Have a nice life, Paddy.' Ada said softly then walked away and towards the main doors.

As she got there, Jemima rushed to her side as if she had been waiting for her there and simply said, 'Taxi?'

Ada replied just as simply, 'Please.'

***

Tarquin stared after Ada as she walked off. He had never forgotten her. Not really. She had always been at the back of his mind. Even when he met Therese through mutual acquaintances and they started their relationship. He had asked her to marry him because he did not think he could ever love anybody and she was suitable since they understood each other and seemed a competent match. She had replied in the affirmative and he had resolved himself to the thought that he would never come in contact with Ada again.

Then he saw her. Just two days after asking Therese to marry him.

The Powers that Be were indeed cruel.

He remembered how he had felt the moment he spotted her from across the room. His heart had thudded painfully and he had felt cold all over. Just for that moment. All that he had felt, the way he had looked for her. Everything...they all went through his mind.

Just for that moment.

And he had been unable to stop himself from moving towards her. From talking to her. From touching her.

Yes her hair was different, and she seemed thinner, and her face...like she had been through some hardship. But that did not detract from her beauty. She still looked amazing. Even with the fringe hiding her face, he had still recognised her from across the room. He could never forget her face, her body, her...he could never forget her.

He started, startled as Therese slipped an arm through his and said quietly, 'I understand if that was one of your...girls from your past but I'm with you now and I would prefer if you behaved appropriately...like a man with a fiancée.'

She turned round ready to walk off with him but he stopped her with his linked arm.

'And I understand if you are thrilled with the fact that you have 'landed' the right catch with me, but I will not have you calling her 'my girl'; in fact I will not have you being insulting towards me or my past. You may be my fiancée but that gives you no right to be rude. I hope you keep that in mind, my dear. And don't ever make this mistake again. Ever.'