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Another Changed Life Ch. 01

By: ingarlm



This story will be several chapters (weekly). There is quite a lot of sex in this chapter, much less in the next couple.

The characters in this story cross over with my gay male story A Changed Life, but this story only has m/f sex in it. There is some back story to these characters in ACL but you shouldn't need to read that to get this one.

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1

Dan

I checked my watch yet again. It was nearly twenty past seven and she should have been here on the hour. Another glance up at the entrance showed no sign. It was a Monday night and the pub was practically empty. Only sad lonely men sat nursing their pints, and I was one of them. I couldn't believe I had been stood up.

I got my phone out of my pocket just to make sure there wasn't a text or missed call to explain her whereabouts but the screen showed nothing but the time. Shit! I really had been stood up. I couldn't count the number of times I had flirted with her, chatted her up, danced with her, and then after all that time she'd finally agreed to meet me just so she could laugh at the fact I had turned up eager to see her and she hadn't bothered to show.

I ordered a vodka and coke to chase the beer down, together with a shot of something clear with Baileys floating on top of it. I might as well just get drunk rather than waste my one night off. Forget all about her and have fun by myself for once. And that was what annoyed me most, wasn't it? Being by myself when I could take my pick of women, and had. There were probably 5 or 6 women I had numbers for who would jump at a chance to meet up with me even at such short notice. I could have pretty much any woman I wanted, except her.

And that I guess was why I couldn't get my mind off her. How come she had never fallen for any of my lines? How had I never been able to talk her into bed? It wasn't as though she didn't like me, we had a laugh together, we always hugged and kissed hello and goodbye when we met, but somehow she would never take the flirting further. The only thing I could think is that our mutual friend Mark had seriously warned her off, but then if so why did she seem to enjoy it so much when we met and he glared daggers at me for just talking to her? It amused her, she'd even told me so. Perhaps tonight was just part of her winding Mark up for his big brother routine.

I couldn't blame Mark. He was my boss and my friend and up until fairly recently he was as much of a tart and against settling down as I was, it was just he was after boys rather than girls. We amused each other with tales of our conquests, but from the first moment I had met his best friend Tess he had been determined she would not be one of mine. Things is, she wasn't as sweet and innocent as he would like to think. I knew she didn't go out on the pull like Mark or I did, but she didn't mind being pulled even just for a one nighter. Except if it was me, apparently.

This whole scenario was outside my usual routine as well, which was probably why I was quite so pissed off she wasn't here. I didn't do dates or meeting for a drink. This wasn't a date I reminded myself. She had been very clear on that point, and it certainly wasn't a date if I was here by myself. But I had a hope that our first meeting by ourselves, no Mark to interfere, might finally have got me into her pants. And it was about time. If it wasn't for the fact I still regularly managed to pick up women for what I wanted I would be thinking I had lost my touch.

I ordered another of the little drinks and tried not to dwell on this situation or why I was so annoyed she wasn't here. I tried to think about it from the angle that she was missing out on finding out just how good I was in bed. It just kept creeping into my mind that I was actually the one missing out on spending time with her and maybe touching, kissing and tasting her properly. That was why I was here, I needed to know what us together would be like. Too much teasing and hinting had gone on and I had got too close to give up now. But it was gone half seven and I was going to have to. It was her loss, and it was pathetic for a man to be running around after a woman. I wasn't pussywhipped and I had no intention of becoming so. I only wanted her for one thing, didn't I, so it wasn't going to be an issue if I got that somewhere else.

I was just getting my phone out to scroll through my numbers for a likely candidate for my talents this evening when a text finally came through. It was from her. 

"This had better be good," I muttered to myself as I opened it.

'Behind you' was all it said. It took me a moment to realise what it meant. The alcohol must be kicking in already. I span round in my seat at the bar and she actually was standing there. My eyes travelled down her automatically and quite slowly and obviously checking her out. Her shoulder length hair was highlighted blonde and glinted in the spotlights above the bar. Dark brown eyes looked at me with amusement and a smile graced her luscious lips, just a hint of natural lipgloss showing.

Her clothes hugged her figure very nicely and I took my time appreciating the view. Nice curves, especially the breasts showed off so temptingly in a low cut top. I noticed the long skirt and heeled boots, but frankly I was totally entranced by the cleavage. What I wouldn't give to see those tits properly. My gaze was only broken when she moved to the side of me and ordered herself a couple of drinks. I watched as she tipped her head back to down the shot and my mind flicked to scenes of me kissing her neck, nibbling and marking her. And when I saw the drop of her drink that stayed at the corner of her mouth and then the tip of her tongue flick out to gather it in I felt my cock twitch. I really wanted her and I was going to have to go all out to get her into bed tonight because if I didn't it might never happen. I had never had a better opportunity.

I was unaware I had gone back to staring at her breasts until she finally spoke to me.

"I'm up here Dan."

"I know. But you must have known I was going to have trouble keeping my eyes on your face when you put that top on."

She didn't answer me, but her grin said she had known and it was fully her intention. I just hoped this was not going to be a case of her teasing me with what I would never have.

"It was nice of you to show up. Eventually," I said.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to call someone else. Seems it was about half an hour, I feel honoured you waited so long," she replied, her words dripping with sarcasm and annoying me even though she was right.

"I was looking for a message from you. You said seven, I was beginning to think I was wasting my time." 

Okay, so I had been thinking about ringing someone, but she did not need to know that. She glanced around the room, taking in the scene I had of a few lonely men sat about. 

"I suppose there wasn't anyone for you to pick up here so you decided on the getting pissed option."

She was annoying me now. I'd waited for her for ages and this was clearly getting me nowhere. 

"If you've just come to tease me and take the piss we might as well not bother," I replied, starting to stand up and taking my coat in my hand as I did.

Her hand came out and took my arm to stop me moving away. 

"Sorry. I'm not. I got held up at work in a stupid meeting that put me in a bad mood. I shouldn't be taking that out on you. Can we start again?"

She gave me her usual hello kiss and hug and I responded, although I tried not to let her know how much I enjoyed it. Excellent, I had the upper hand now, despite me having started by getting pissed off with her. And I hadn't even intended to get her feeling guilty or sorry for me, but it would probably be in the back of her mind and could only help my position. And seeing her smile and getting a kiss was a much better start to our evening. Later I hoped to be kissing her senseless.

After that my evening started to look up. We drank together and laughed, we chatted about life in general, about Mark, about sex but nothing specific. I didn't even try and tell her, as I had many times before, how good I could make her feel. We connected throughout the evening, my hand on her knee or her leg stroking softly, her arm or her hand in mine, our eyes meeting with amusement when we shared a joke. Her eyes seemed to twinkle, her lips were so tempting I don't know why I didn't try and kiss her several times. Her breasts as on display as they were kept drawing my gaze back and I wanted to hold them, stroke them, kiss and nibble them and suck on the nipples I could see hardened under what there was of her top. Her leg pressed against mine, and part of me pressed hard into my trousers for most of the night.

All too soon it was getting late. I had no idea how so much time had passed but they were calling last orders and I was going to have to leave her. I didn't want to, I wanted to take her home and make love to her for the rest of the night. Just as I was trying to work out my next line she seemed to pre-empt me.

"Come on. It's time for you to take me home," she said.

I just stared at her. "I'm pissed babe, there's no way I can drive."

She rolled her eyes as though I was an idiot. When she explained I realised I was. 

"God, you're surprisingly dense. I mean, take me to your home. It's time for you to live up to your promises and give me the best sex I'll ever have."

She was smiling at me, amused at what she was saying. I just sat their open-mouthed. How did this come about? I hadn't even really tried it on, and she was the one making the moves. I would have analysed it a bit more if my dick hadn't prompted me to forget thinking and start acting. I had the green light I'd been after for over a year and there was no way I was going to waste it. I was out of my seat faster than I thought possible, and dear lord, she was following me just as quickly. Perhaps she was also fed up of the teasing and the waiting. 

The pub was near my house and I had her hand in mine as I practically speed-walked towards it. I could hear her chuckling behind me and the urge to stop her made me draw to a halt. I turned around and she didn't stop quite as quickly as me, walking almost right into my body. A second later I'd found the perfect way to silence her laughter. My arms wrapped around her and I pressed my lips to hers in an intense kiss. 

I couldn't be sure if I heard or felt her moan as my tongue invaded her mouth and my hug drew her as close to me as I could get her. I kissed the laugh away, and in it's place I could feel her responding to the passion I showed her, her breath hitching and her body moulding itself to mine. She felt amazing against me, warm and soft. My hands stroked up and down her back and sides, and hers came up under my coat to do the same to me. I didn't stop until I could feel her trembling in my arms and I could no longer last without taking a deep breath. 

When I drew back from the kiss I was hard and aching for some release, and the look on her face as I saw her under the street light took my breath away. She was looking at me with lust, gasping for breath after I had kissed all the air from her lungs, and I could tell she was just as turned on as I was. I couldn't even take pleasure in making her that way, I was just too desperate to show her what else I could do to her once we had our clothes off, and I took her hand in mine again to lead her the rest of the way to my home and my bed. 

There was no more amusement from either one of us. It was only another couple of minutes to my front door, but it seemed like a lot longer with the months of frustration about to be released. I got us through the door and turned a light on. She had never looked better, eager to see and feel me and let me do whatever I wanted. I had to kiss her again and she responded fast, our lips and tongues moving hard against each other. The kiss was surprisingly tender despite it's intensity, and my rampant desire. However, I managed to slow it down after a few moments. If I was going to show her just how good I was I needed to keep control, slow things down, and build both our pleasure.

My hands stroked through her hair, enjoying the feeling of softness before I moved one to her back and started to undo her bra and lift her top. She moved her body away from me to help remove her clothes, and a moment later I was staring at her full breasts, unconsciously licking my lips. I expected her to laugh again but the look on her face was so full of desire she wasn't able to be amused. I gently took her back into my arms and kissed her again, lifting her slightly so I could move her through the house to my playroom. I had that room set up for any sexual encounters, it was a bedroom so the women assumed it was mine, and I kept them separate from my actual room which I thought of as my sanctuary.

Her hands struggled slightly against me. I thought for a moment she was trying to stop me and put her down, giving her a bit more space if she wanted this to end here. Not that I wouldn't be devastated if that did happen, but there was no way I would ever force anyone. As soon as she had the room it became apparent all she was doing was trying to get my top off, and I willingly helped her. 

Her eyes travelled across my chest, clearly appreciating the lines and muscles, and her hand moved straight into the hair across it, gently tugging and running her fingers through it while she stared at me with lust in her eyes. I heard myself moan as she did it. I couldn't believe she was here, let alone that she had found one of my major turn-ons within seconds. Her eyes lit up when she knew she was giving me pleasure, and a second hand moved to my chest, stroking through the hair and across my nipples. My sharp intake of breath when she first did that was a clear indication to her how much I loved it, and her mouth was soon in the same place.

I stood in my hallway, all thoughts of me taking charge lost to my mind, as she made me tremble and moan. I was barely able to stay standing and she hadn't even touched me below the waist. Her hands and lips seemed to be everywhere on my chest and my skin tingled with every touch. It was only the shock of her hand suddenly caressing the large bulge in my trousers that made me realise where we were and that this was not supposed to be going this way. I hadn't even touched her breasts yet and she had me practically creaming myself. My hand moved to her wrist to stop the movement that was driving me wild, and her eyes met mine in question.

"Bed," I managed to croak out. 

She headed up the stairs and almost as though my cock was connected to her by some kind of cord it led me to follow her, not even thinking about where we were going. She stopped at the top of the stairs, not knowing where to go. I took her hand and led her towards my room and my bed, desperate to touch her and show her how good I could make this for both of us. 

"You're beautiful," I whispered, as I closed the door behind us and began to work my way over her gorgeous body. I started by kissing her again, enjoying every little response from her and the way her body moulded to mine when I did it, especially now when our naked torsos pressed together and I could run my hands across the smooth skin of her back and feel her hard nipples pressing into my hairy chest. She started to pant slightly, her breasts rising and falling and drawing my attention, and my lips, down her body to pay them some well deserved attention.

I wanted to stay pressed hard to her body but I couldn't do that and caress her the way I wanted, so I settled for pushing her back onto the bed and moving on top of her. She let out a small moan when I settled down on her, my mouth right where I could move either side and play with those breasts that were so tantalising. My hands cupped them first and I heard a long 'mmmm' come from her. It might have made me chuckle if I wasn't so turned on. I was sure she could feel my erection against her leg, but I knew that could wait.

My lips and tongue moved to one nipple, gently licking and then sucking on it. She almost seemed to squeak her pleasure, and I loved that I was getting pleasured responses from her. I held back for a little while, making sure that she was happy with what I was doing, but her hands came around my neck and into my hair to push me closer and I took that as my hint that she liked a firmer touch. I obliged and started to suck harder as well as tease her nipples with my teeth, gently biting at them and hearing her gasps and moans increase in volume as she enjoyed my touch more and more.

I had to switch sides and she moaned her disappointment for the moment I was off her completely. When I settled on her other nipple she just sighed. I wanted to give her every bit of pleasure I could, show her every move I knew, make her want me so badly she would be begging for my cock by the end of this. She was going to come more times than she would think possible, and when I finally sank into her heat and wetness she would be mine.

One of my hands kept playing with the breast that wasn't getting attention from my mouth, so she would get every sensation I could give her in such sensitive areas. My other hand roamed around her sides and neck, searching for other areas that would make her moan. Gentle strokes across her shoulders seemed to work the best, particularly when I let my fingers drift onto her back. I knew all this was turning her on even more and putting her completely at my mercy. It probably wouldn't take much to tip her over the edge the first time, but I was going to keep the build up going as long as I could.

I moved my mouth back up her body, moving both my hands to her breasts because I didn't want to let go of them either. They were firm and full and I loved having my hands full with them. I kissed her briefly, but it wasn't my main objective. I nuzzled her neck and licked along the pulse I found at the side, checking her response to nips to her earlobes. The moans and sighs coming from her were almost continuous now so I knew how much of an effect I had had on her.

Her thighs had started to spread apart even though I was on top of her, and I wanted to take some advantage of the invitation. I worked one hand down her body as I kissed her again, loving the feel of her lips on mine and how much she responded, encouraging my every move with the force of her kisses. I slid my hand over her belly, feeling a slight swell but it was all womanly curves and made my hand tingle. I realised then that there was no easy way of getting her skirt off because the zip was at the back. I thought about pushing it up so I could reach my objective, but as soon as I lifted from her she took the initiative and lifted her hips so she could undo it and push it down to towards the floor.

I gave the skirt the last little push it needed so all she was now wearing was a pair of lacy shorts that matched the bra that we had discarded downstairs. It took me a moment to get back to touching her because the sight was so good it made me moan. My eyes raked over her body, all mine to touch and taste and almost naked in my bed. I always hoped this would happen, and now I finally had my dream laid out in front of me I wanted to retain the image. I couldn't resist going back for more of her sweet kisses. Her eyes blinked open to look at me as I leaned back down and I saw her desire and the darkness brought on by her arousal. They were always deep and dark, but now I thought I could drown in them.

Our gazes seemed locked for a long moment and neither of us moved. The intensity of the moment was only lost when she squirmed beneath me and her leg came up against my arousal. The sudden jolt through my body made me gasp, and her small smile of delight that she had affected me increased my desire to make her come. I planned to remove her underwear straight away but as I slipped down between her legs I saw the damp patch that I had caused. I growled my lust and slid my tongue across her, tasting her through the lacy barrier that was the last piece of clothing on her glorious body. She moaned loudly and arched her back a little, bringing her hot, wet core even closer to my face.


Another Changed Life Ch. 01



I took my cue from her movement and pressed my face into her crotch, smelling the soft scent of her soap and the intense scent of her arousal. It wasn't enough to touch her like that and I slipped her shorts down her body, immediately settling back between her legs and starting my efforts in earnest. Her soft moans and gasps got louder as I licked and sucked on her, letting my tongue slide just inside her pussy to taste her juices and moaning myself at the combination of her scent and taste and the sounds she made as I caressed her with my tongue and lips.

It didn't take much to have her screaming as she came, and I smiled as I watched her lost in the throes of her first of the night. I took a strange kind of pride in giving a woman all I could, and with her it seemed even more important to make sure she had the best. I couldn't let myself down. 

I gave her a moment to calm, sensing when her panting slowed that she would be ready for more. She was wonderfully wet after coming, so I lapped up a little to taste her properly and then started to finger her. The little she had calmed down was very soon gone as I inserted one and then two fingers into her, letting my head drift back down to her clit so I could suck on it while I gave her a taste of what was to come by fucking her pussy with my hand. Her glorious moans of delight started to fill the room again. I came back up for air and started to use my thumb on her clit.

Her body writhed and I got to watch her like this. I could do that forever, she was so into what I was doing and loving every moment. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she moved and panted and I watch fascinated by them for a moment, then taking in her face, her eyes closed as she concentrated only on what I was doing to her. I suddenly wanted more kisses, and hoped she might be able to return them even though I wasn't going to stop what I was doing to her.

My body slid against hers and the motion made me shiver as well, it was like electricity flowing from her hot body into mine. She felt me against her and despite being fairly lost her arms reached out to me, wrapping around my back and scratching me slightly with her fingernails. She would have no control over it, but I had a thought that I would love her to mark me like that, and if I could make her come again she probably would.

I leaned over her as far as I could and pressed my lips to hers. Between her gasps for breath and her moans she tried her best to return the kisses, and moved one hand to the back of my head for a moment to hold me to her. It must have been just too much to kiss her as well, because her back arched pushing her against me and she moaned loud and long into my mouth as she came for the second time, my hand getting even more wet with her juices as they flowed from her.

Finally, it was time for me to get inside her. I grabbed a condom from my bedside table while I watched her again. I was hard and aching to be one with her now, needing to feel that connection to this amazing woman. I could still barely believe my luck that I had this chance. 

I pulled her up further onto the bed and into my arms at the same time. I wanted to be wrapped around her while I was inside her. She automatically spread her legs slightly and I moaned as my cock slipped down between them. Her arms came up around me and she opened her eyes, looking at me with lust despite what had already happened. I knew she wanted to be filled as much as I wanted to fill her. 

The slide into her warm and tight pussy was slow and we both moaned. God she was incredible. I could feel her coming up to meet me, wanting me, and that increased the volume of my moan. When I had given her all of me I waited for a moment so I could appreciate it and so I could calm myself because this was too damn hot for me to last a long time. If all went to plan I would be able to go again later, but the first time still had to count.

I almost didn't want to withdraw, but once I started the motion she moved her hips to join me in the rhythm and we quickly set a slow and steady pace that had my mind whirling and my body shaking. She started to increase the pace before I did and I matched her. All that could be heard in the room was our sounds of pleasure and our bodies crashing together. 

I tried to turn my mind to anything that would stop me from coming too soon, but all I could think about was her. She was incredible and I'd never felt so good or so at home inside someone. Something about her, about this whole situation, was driving me crazy. My end came just after she came again, the feel of her body shuddering beneath me and her pussy clenching my dick had me swelling and crying her name as I came harder than I thought I ever had done before. Vaguely I realised that I had got my wish, and somehow when she came she had clawed at my back and marked me.

After I finished shooting I had the strange feeling of not wanting to leave her body, but I knew I'd be softening and I had to get rid of the condom. Reluctantly I withdrew from her warmth and sorted it out, as soon as I could settling back down on the bed. Her beside me was not enough and she squeaked a surprised noise as I pulled her body on top of mine and wrapped my arms around her, desperate to keep her close, and contented when she rested her head on my chest and snuggled into me.

This was... I struggled to know what I felt, and then I realised it was something I had never done. Sex was great fun and I loved every moment, but cuddling afterwards was not me at all. Yet I couldn't seem to let go of her and I knew I didn't want to. Her body against mine just felt right. The steady fall of her breathing against me and her rise and fall with that movement and my own matching it was just perfect. I had a beautiful view down her back, across her hair that was messed from what we had done, the long line of her spine creating a dip in her contours, the round ass cheeks that looked ripe to be bitten, and then down what I could see of her legs where they intertwined with mine.

I ran a finger gently down her spine and was rewarded with a delightful wriggle against me and a low moan from her throat. Just the sight of her like that, relaxed and spent but draped across me and reacting to even the smallest of my touches started to make me hard again. 

"Tess," I said softly.

"Mmm."

"Come up here, I want to kiss you."

Her head tilted back on my chest so I could see her face and she managed to take my breath away despite her hair being messy and her skin shining with sweat. Despite all we had done there was still desire in her eyes. She slid her body up mine and I groaned again, feeling every part of my skin burning with her touch and the motion certainly reawakening my dick. Her lips pressed to mine as soon as she could reach and I hugged her tight as we joined in a soft but passionate kiss that sent shivers through me. I'd lied. I didn't just want to kiss her, I felt a need like I'd never felt before.

I might have considered this further if my lust hadn't got the better of me. I was hard for her yet again and her body against mine was probably the best aphrodisiac I'd ever come across. I had to have her, and experience that connection again. She didn't complain as I rolled us over, almost automatically letting her legs slide apart, knowing my intention. I kept kissing her as I fumbled in my bedside drawer for another condom, wondering why I hadn't made them easier to find. I didn't even lift my lips from hers to see what I was doing, slipping it on and straight away sliding into her.

It felt just as good, maybe even better than the first time. My control was better now, I wasn't quite as needy and horny as I had been before and I thought I could last longer. I wanted her to come around me again, that exquisite feeling of her pussy contracting as I filled her my first goal. She cried out my name, her voice full of need, as I began to move in and out of her. Perhaps I was wrong about lasting, my name on her lips was almost too much for me and I stiffened, trying to stave off my impending orgasm. A few sharp thrusts later and she came around me just like I had hoped, and even more beautiful than I remembered.

Her body arched up towards mine and her face almost seemed to be glowing in the soft light in my room. Her hair formed a soft, mussed halo against my pillow. The gorgeous sight was completed as she moaned my name again and that was it for me. I came just as hard as the first time, wondering how my balls had anything left to give but sure if I put them to the test they would try to fill her again. Somehow I managed not to collapse after I finished shooting, and the same need not to leave her body came over me. I rained kisses down on her face, her neck, her breasts, anywhere I could reach was treated to my attentions before my arms finally gave way and I rested on top of her, panting for air.

I fought to recover some sense, but my body was exhausted and my thoughts were just full of pleasure and comfort and I couldn't shake that even if I really wanted to. I rolled onto my side but brought her with me so I could keep her close, not wanting to let go. She started to struggle a little against me, and I had a moment of panic that she was leaving me, but once I lifted and she moved her arm that was pinned beneath me she settled down again and I sighed with relief and happiness that she was staying. I wanted to stay awake and savour every moment of having her curled up against me, but I knew I was slipping away. 

"Night Dan," she murmured,placing a soft kiss on my cheek. "That was fun. I'm glad I've had my night."

Something about her comment bothered me, but I couldn't pin down why right then, I was too tired. The sense of unease it created was soon forgotten as I fell asleep.

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I woke to a warm body against me, instantly knowing it was Tess. Flashbacks of last night flew through my head and I smiled at the memories, and the contrast of her in the heat of passion to the sleeping figure wrapped in my arms. Her hair seemed to have gone wild during the night, although it might have been that we messed it up so much it had no chance. She certainly hadn't got far from me, I still had her in my arms, and her arm and leg rested across me. Her gorgeous eyes were closed, her face relaxed, and her mouth open and very soft and cute snores came from her. It made me laugh, trying not to make a sound, but my body shaking as I tried to hold the laughter in obviously disturbed her and she started to stir.

Her first movements were little stretches, but as she woke up more fully every movement unwound her from around me and moved her further away. I tightened my arms to try and keep her there, but she wriggled to make me loosen my embrace and I had to let her go. I immediately missed her body against mine, but contented myself with the thought that she was still in my bed. That thought had my morning wood straining towards her, wanting more of what it had got to enjoy before we slept, and my mind rapidly catching up to the idea and liking it too.

I reached out to her and stroked the side of her face, making her open her eyes. The dark brown orbs were sleepy still, but she looked happy. Maybe not immediately full of desire like I'd hoped, but she had only just woken up.

"Morning," I whispered to her, "are you okay?"

"I'm good. What time is it?"

I felt sure my face fell at that question. I wanted her to snuggle back up to me and let me make love to her again, not for her to be worried about how long she had been in my bed. I checked the clock and told her, it was only seven. Although I hadn't slept for long I felt ready for anything, well so long as it involved the gorgeous and naked woman in front of me. Apparently she was ready for anything but.

"I have to go. I need to be at work at nine."

"We've got time," I told her, giving her my sexiest grin and moving towards her, my intentions very clear. 

She moved back and slid out of the bed. Seeing her naked body, even though she turned and tried to hide it from me, didn't exactly help stop my urges to drag her back into bed and underneath me, but when she started to dress I got the picture. I couldn't stop her from leaving, I shouldn't even want to, but somehow I couldn't stop thoughts of last night from coming back to me. Being with her had been wonderful, everything I had imagined and far more, and I wanted her to stay, but I couldn't make her.

"Do you want some breakfast before you go?" I asked.

"I don't have time. I need to go home and shower and get my work clothes. I can't go in looking like this."

She looked pretty good as far as I was concerned, half-dressed in her sexy clothes, although she covered her breasts from my view since her top was still downstairs. She looked beautiful despite being messed from a night of loving with me. Even after she had brushed her hair through it still curled at the back from where it had rubbed on my pillows as I entered her again and again, and that brought a smile to my face. She was leaving though, and I regretted that part even though I had left a little mark on her. As I stretched out I realised she had probably left more on me where her nails had dug into my back, but I liked that thought too.

"Sorry, I'm always horny in the mornings, especially after a night like we just had. I'm really glad you came to meet me."

She smiled for the first time. "Me too. Thanks." 

"Oh, the pleasure was at least half mine!" I replied, winking at her and, strangely, making her blush.

"I really have to go Dan. I'll see you soon."

Why did the way she said that sound like a brush off? Like something I would say, probably something I had said, many times, to many women? And never once meant it. I'd taken what I wanted, what they freely offered, and moved on to the next woman who took my fancy. The best they could hope for was to make it to my list of women I'd call in case of emergency, my idea of emergency being I hadn't managed to get laid for a few days. More importantly, why did it hurt when she said it? I was getting out of this easy, no smalltalk, no awkward moment of saying goodbye, and yet I didn't want her to walk away. I couldn't say that though.

"Don't I even get a goodbye kiss?" I asked, trying to keep any disappointment out of my voice, and to figure out what the hell was going on with me.

She leaned over me awkwardly and placed a quick kiss on my lips, a nothing compared to the kisses we shared last night, and before I could pull her down for more she was walking out of my bedroom and out of sight. I heard her feet on the stairs and the front door open and close, and I had to fight the urge to run after her, naked as the day I was born, and drag her back inside to beg her not to leave so I could make love to her for the rest of the day. I rolled over and thumped the pillow beside me in frustration, fighting feelings of loss and loneliness I really didn't understand.

* * * * * *

It was three days before I broke my rule against calling a woman that I had slept with. Three days of frustration when I tried to get over the fact she had walked out on me and work out why it bothered me in the first place, and three nights of remembering every moment of what we had done while I stroked myself to completion. Nothing else worked for me, not other women, nor porn, but one thought of her naked in my bed and I was hard and aching. She was in my mind almost constantly, only when I was in the kitchen at work could I distract myself for a while.

I scrolled through my phone so many times over those days, settling on her number but not wanting to dial or knowing what I would say to her if I did. I looked through the numbers of other women, ones who had passed the test of wanting no-strings sex from time to time, but calling them was never more than an idle thought. I knew none of them could live up to the standard she had set, and when I thought about them, barely remembering what they looked like, I knew the sex was not what I wanted.

My heart was hammering as I heard the phone ringing, and I almost hung up in fear. I'd always been able to speak to her before, so why did I suddenly feel my mouth going dry and panic rising.

"Hi Dan, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Just checking in, I guess, wanted to know how you are doing."

I mentally kicked myself as I failed to find anything sensible to say. At least I hadn't gone completely silent.

"I'm fine too. Just shattered after a day at work and looking forward to putting my feet up with a good book."

Not a brush off, just a statement of fact. I wanted to ask her over, or ask if I could go round there, but it would be begging and I wasn't going to do that, I had my pride. So what if I couldn't think of anything but her, I had control of myself and I wasn't going to let these strange feelings of want beat me. She was just like any other woman, and I didn't need her except for another night, and I wasn't going to ask for it. She would come to me, eventually, I thought. But then she had never played this game like other women had, keeping me waiting for more than a year before she gave me what she knew I wanted from the beginning.

We made stilted conversation for a few minutes before I ran out of things to say. Nothing was mentioned about our night of passion, and I started to think she wasn't going to acknowledge it had happened. Unlike me, maybe she hadn't gone back over every moment we were together. Eventually she did say something, but it wasn't what I expected.

"You haven't told Mark, have you? I forgot to ask, but he would not be happy with me about what we did."

"You are kidding? He'd probably castrate me for it, never mind not being happy. You are on the strictly forbidden list."

"That didn't help. Don't you feel bad about that?"

Strange question. How could I possibly feel bad about something that was so good? Going against what Mark had asked -- well, he was a good mate, but that didn't mean he got to dictate who I slept with.

"No. It was never about what he wanted, it was about what you and I wanted. Besides which, I put Charlie on my list of people he couldn't have, and look what happened there."

"That's rather different. They are in love."

I swallowed hard. It was the right description for their relationship, but hearing that word come from her lips did strange things to my body. I didn't want to dwell on the thoughts coming into my mind.

"It's no different. They both wanted it, how is what we did wrong? Unless I misread you asking me to take you home."

I knew, somehow, that she was blushing at the reminder of what she had said. I was confident that she had been sure about wanting me, and she had a good time. I just didn't know what she wanted from me now, if anything. And I really wasn't sure that I knew what I wanted from her. At least she wasn't pretending it had never happened.

"No, you didn't. I guess I needed to know. Um... I've got to go."

We managed a quick goodbye before she hung up on me. Needed to know what, I wondered. I wasn't sure that conversation helped me at all. I wanted her but I couldn't ask for it, and as much as the words whirled around my mind I couldn't bring myself to say them, ask her to come over and make my night. I needed her touch and my own hand was already proving a poor substitute.

* * * * * * 

A couple of weeks later things were no better. I'd managed to speak to her a couple more times, each time ending up tongue-tied and afterwards wondering when I had become unable to talk to a woman. It had taken me so long to talk her into my bed the first time, and now I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to do it again, but even more sure that was what I wanted and needed. There was no further mention of what we had done either, but it was never out of my mind for long. I hadn't had sex since then because each time I thought about finding someone else I stalled as soon as a picture of her came into my mind.




Another Changed Life Ch. 01



The one good thing I was focussing on was the next staff night out. Tess usually came along because Mark was her best friend, and I would have the opportunity to speak to her face to face, and persuade her to come home with me. At least, that was my plan, and I must have gone over the idea a million times in my head, trying to come up with the right words, imagining what she would say in response, preparing for every eventuality, or so I thought.

As things wound down in the kitchen and the restaurant customers started to leave, I kept an eye out for Tess, meaning to charm her as soon as I saw her, but she didn't arrive as usual before we locked up. It took me a while to pluck up the courage to ask Mark about it.

"Is Tess meeting us at the pub?"

"She's not coming tonight. She's got a hot date," he replied, like it was nothing.

I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, it contracted so violently. I started to wonder how she could do that to me, and then I realised, this was my fault. I'd spent so long chasing her for one night of sex, and I'd had it. She had no idea how that one night had left me wanting so much more, or how I felt about her, and suddenly, I knew that too. I knew why she was so different, why I'd continued to chase her even after I had lucked out so many times, why that one night with her had felt so much better than anything else I had ever done, and why I couldn't get her out of my head. I was in love with her. I was in love with her and now I had lost her because I was too stupid to realise it.

I dealt with my sudden realisations like a true man. I got hideously drunk and tried to block the pain out with alcohol. I blocked most things out, but as drunk as I got, even though the room span and I had no control over myself, I still saw her face in my mind. I couldn't hold a conversation, didn't know where I was, could barely walk, but still, she was there, reminding me of what an idiot I was and what I was never going to have because of it. I might have got angry, or cried, but anything like that was way beyond me in my drunken state, so I just drank a bit more, getting cross with Mark or Charlie when they tried to take my drinks off me. By the end of the night, well, the last part I could remember, the alcohol induced depression had me sure I had screwed up forever and would never be happy -- so much for forgetting.

* * * * * *



Another Changed Life Ch. 02



2

* * * * * *

The worst part of nights when you get beyond drunk is never the night, it's the next morning. Falling over and throwing up doesn't hurt or disgust you when you are still drunk, but the effects the next day are not pleasant. My mouth was dry and I could taste things I really didn't want to know about, my body ached, and my head was pounding. I cracked one eye open, knowing I was going to have to face the world at some point. The first small check had me opening my eyes wide and trying to work out where the hell I was. In a bed, but certainly not mine.

Checking carefully, I discovered I was alone, and still had boxers and a t-shirt on. I was relieved that I hadn't managed to pick anyone up, because I'd have been amazed if I could get it up and disgusted with myself if I had spent the night mourning over Tess and had a quick and unimpressive shag to get over it. There was a glass of water and some painkillers on the bedside table, and I moved carefully to get them, my head swimming with even small movements. I couldn't be entirely sure at the moment, but there was a good chance that Mark and Charlie had brought me back to their house.

Figuring I was hungover but safe, after I'd taken the pills and downed as much of the water as I could cope with I rolled over and decided to go back to sleep, burying my head under the covers to get the light out of my eyes as far as possible. I didn't care what time it was, I would be no good to anyone right now, and I was pretty sure Mark would know that, even if I wasn't at his house and it was past the time I should be at work. Even in this state, I knew why I'd got so drunk, and it just made me feel worse when I remembered Tess. At least I could avoid that when I was sleeping.

It was probably another couple of hours before I woke again, this time to the sound of voices. They were soft and it didn't go through me too badly, the pills must have had some effect. There was a gentle tap at the door and I grunted as a response, causing the door to open. Through my half open eyes I could see Mark and Charlie were there, looking at me cautiously.

"You're still alive then," Mark said. "I expect you feel like shit right now, but you deserve to, the amount you put away last night. Would have been a lot more if we hadn't stopped you, and at least you threw a good bit up again. We've got to go to work now, don't even think about coming in. Help yourself to food and drink, and there's a bathroom opposite if you want a shower. Your clothes are in the tumble dryer in the kitchen, washed and all the vomit removed."

I groaned. That didn't sound good. He wasn't too pissed off with me, from the tone of his voice, but not finding it funny either.

"Did I do anything stupid last night?" I croaked out.

"Aside from attempting to drink the bar dry? I don't think you were capable of anything aside from falling over and throwing up. You do owe us for looking after you though, you weren't a pretty sight."

"He still isn't," Charlie added, laughing at me.

"I'm sorry. Thanks for taking care of me."

Mark looked concerned then. "What was that about Dan? I've seen you drunk before, but I've never seen you on such a mission to get that way. Is anything wrong?"

"No, I'm fine. Just got a bit carried away and forgot how much the morning after hurts. It won't happen again."

"Okay, but if there is anything bothering you, you know you can talk to me and I'll do what I can to help. Feel free to stay until you feel vaguely human again, and I will expect you back in work tomorrow." 

"Thanks again," I muttered as they left me.

Alone with my thoughts again, I knew I couldn't talk to Mark about this, but I didn't know if talking would help me anyway. Certainly getting very drunk was not the answer. What I needed to do was get back to normal, but I had a horrible feeling that wasn't going to be possible, or at least was going to take some time. I needed to get her out of my head and convince myself that all it had been was great sex, nothing more. I couldn't have fallen for her, I just couldn't.

* * * * * *

Over the next couple of weeks I tried a new personal mantra. I am not in love with her. I am not in love with her. I did not have the most incredible night of my life with her. It was just sex, just like every other time and every other woman.

It was a shame I didn't believe myself. 

It wasn't working and no matter how much I fought it, I still thought of her. I remembered how she felt, how she tasted, how her body responded to mine as we made love. I couldn't get hard unless I thought of our night together, but I tried not to because it hurt too much when my next thought was about how I had let her walk out on me. I deserved that pain, because I wasn't enough of a man to tell her how I was feeling either then or now. 

I found out she had started dating the guy she'd been out with and I was amazed at how jealous and angry I felt, not at her but at some man I had never met. Charlie mentioned it in passing and almost seemed to be checking for my reaction to the news. I was just glad that the hurt inside me didn't show on the outside. As much as I hated the idea that someone else had her, it wasn't like I could expect her to sit home waiting for me to come to my senses, she'd never expect it.

It also showed how she felt about me and proved I needed to get over this obsession. If she felt anything that night, apart from pleasure, then she wouldn't have started dating so soon. I couldn't bring myself to even have some random sex because I knew it wouldn't make me feel any better, and I could hardly bear to think it, but she was probably sleeping with him. I just hoped that sooner rather than later I would feel some attraction to someone else because I knew that would be the first step back to normality. 

I knew I wasn't behaving like I usually did and I was aware it had been noticed. Perhaps not so much by the staff in general, as they didn't know me so well, although they did note my lack of jokes in the kitchen and how much less forgiving I was of any mistakes. Mark was a different story. I saw his looks of concern, but I brushed him off if he tried to talk to me. He was my friend and I knew he cared, but there was no way I was going to let him in on my secret. 

Seeing Mark just made things worse, not only because he knew there was something wrong with me, but also because I could see what he had with Charlie and I wanted that. They had kept their relationship secret for a while, but now it was common knowledge, and even to someone who didn't know it was obvious. When they were together, their little smiles at each other and gentle touches showed how much they were in love, and seeing it just made me ache for Tess even more. 

I tried to keep my thoughts of her to the back of my mind, but as hard as I tried I couldn't help reliving our one night together when I was alone, and wishing I could go back to that night and talk to her properly about it, not let her leave me without explaining how much it had meant. I knew it could never happen, and I also knew I hadn't fully realised what she meant to me at the time either. It was only with the benefit of hindsight that I could wrap my arms around her and whisper in her ear that I loved her, that I needed her, and I would happily give up my playboy days if she would agree to us being together.

I was having those thoughts again, despite my best intentions, while at work another week later. I was trying to concentrate on the sauce I was making, but it came to me with thoughts of how good it would be to cook for her, make her moan with the delicious meals I could create. I managed a wry laugh about it, that I was thinking about domesticating myself for a woman. I heard the waiters talking to Mark about him taking a particular table and didn't think much of it. After all, he was the boss, if he wanted to serve a particular customer then he did.

It was only when I had a free moment to peer into the restaurant, enjoying the sight of people socialising over the food I had created, when I saw who he was serving. The sight of her made me smile, even though my heart seemed to be aching for her. The realisation she was there on a date, and watching the man she was with feed her some of his dinner, flirting with her, made me sick. I couldn't turn away though, I had a side view of the pair of them, and as much as it hurt, I needed to see her.

She was so beautiful, hair curled for the occasion, a gorgeous dark red dress just hinting at her cleavage, her eyes sparkling. She was laughing softly and obviously loving the company. It wasn't fair that she was there looking so wonderful but she wasn't there for me. I longed to go and talk to her but I knew I wouldn't be able to say anything sensible. I'd either end up as a tongue-tied idiot, or I'd start begging her for what I wanted.

I guess I needed to see him too, but it was for different reasons. The more I saw the more I failed to see why she would have anything to do with him. She was way out of his league, and she deserved so much better. Okay, so realistically the only man I thought should have a chance with her was me, but that wasn't the point. I wanted to march over there and tell him to get lost so I could have a romantic meal instead, but I knew that wouldn't happen even if I could. She'd made her choice, and judging by her smiles she was happy. Perhaps she even knew what she was doing and was trying to make me jealous?

I was miserable for the rest of the shift, resisting the urge to leave the stove again even as I wondered what I could lace his dinner with to get rid of him. Not that I would do it, both Mark and I would get in way too much trouble, but it helped to think about it. It was only once the place was shut that I dared to venture out into the restaurant, picturing her there smiling and laughing, only with me. I couldn't decide if the thought made me more happy or sad.

* * * * * * 

I didn't know what to do. This situation was completely uncharted territory, and the more I tried to work out what I wanted the more confused I became. She should be mine, and as much as I had thought it was all about getting her into bed because her refusal had become a challenge to me, I now accepted it was far more than that. 

Who would have thought one sexual encounter would make me want to turn from a player into a husband. Perhaps not right this minute, but I'd marry her if she'd let me. Not very likely given that she was not only avoiding me but coming out on dates to my place of work. If I wasn't in love with her I'd probably be calling her a bitch right now. I couldn't though. She thought she'd given me all I wanted, and I still had no idea how to make it clear that I wanted so much more.

I headed to Mark's office for our weekly meeting, my brain unable to stop thinking of Tess and the one incredible night we had spent together. I barely even managed to acknowledge Mark when I got into the room and sat down. He started to talk anyway, aware he didn't have my full attention.

"So, the first order of business is why you have been such a miserable sod this past couple of weeks. The kitchen staff don't know whether you're going to totally ignore them or bite their heads off if they ask any questions."

I looked up at him, not sure what to say, and surprised that my behaviour had so obviously changed, and been noticed.

"Sorry. I'll make sure I'm a bit friendlier from now on. I didn't realise."

"That's good. But as a friend Dan, what is up with you? You can talk to me about anything you know."

I considered that. The fact he used my real name rather than calling me Chef was enough of a surprise. The one thing was, he would not want to hear that I had slept with Tess, and she didn't want me telling him either. Perhaps I'd try the less obvious way of asking for help, because I did need some, my attempts weren't working. After all, he'd been as bad as me before he met Charlie, and he'd managed to convince him he'd changed.

"Okay Mark. Hypothetically, let's say that I've got myself worked up over a woman, and I don't know what to do."

I couldn't tell from his expression whether he was extremely surprised or trying not to burst into laughter.

"You do realise I'm far from an expert on women."

I gave him a sarcastic look. "I'm not asking for help with the biology. How did you get Charlie to believe you wanted just him and had given up playing the field?"

He looked at me very seriously then. "You found someone?"

I just nodded. 

"It wasn't easy Dan. I assume she's heard about you not wanting a relationship or to settle down."

"Yep. She's well aware of that, which is why we have a problem. Thing is, I figured when I got her into bed that I didn't want anything more. She thought it would be a one off, and so did I. But then I had the most incredible night of my life. It wasn't just sex, it was making love, and then I was stupid enough not to tell her that and worse still, let her give me the brush off. I need to know how to fix it."

Mark let out a long sigh. Afterwards he was silent for what felt like forever, but was probably only a minute.

"You have to tell her. It might take time to convince her after that, it did for me, but you need to start by telling her the truth."

"What if she laughs in my face?"

"It's a possibility. If she knows about your past I doubt it will work straight away."

"So why tell her?"

Mark looked at me like I was an idiot. Mind you, I probably was right now. She'd done this to me and she had absolutely no idea.

"Unless she's psychic Dan, I don't see how else you can start to deal with this. She thinks you were after a one night stand, and you've had it. You have to tell her you want more."

"I know this is a bit personal Mark, but what happened when you told Charlie how you felt?"

Mark looked a little embarrassed. "He was convinced I was joking and that I was just lying to him about my feelings so I could get him into bed. And then when he decided I wasn't just teasing him he challenged me to prove it."

I was even more curious then. "How did you do that?"

Mark looked a lot more embarrassed. I figured he wasn't going to answer me and was going to let it drop until I heard Charlie's voice behind me, clearly enjoying teasing his lover.

"He sent me flowers. Every day for weeks. And little notes telling me how he felt."

Mark was practically squirming with embarrassment, but Charlie seemed unconcerned and walked round the desk to put a quick peck on his lips. Then he turned and grinned at me.

"So why are you asking about that?"

It was my turn to go red and shuffle in my seat, and Mark instantly perked up at the chance to tease me after his discomfort. He looked at me as he spoke to Charlie.

"It seems Dan is in love, and the object of his affections thinks he just wanted a quick shag."

"Wanted?" Charlie queried, looking at me too as I blushed bright red now and tried to stare a hole in the floor that I could drop through.

I kind of mumbled my response, and mentally kicked myself for not being my usual confident self. 

"It wasn't a quick shag. It was a night of passionate love. Well, it was for me anyway. She didn't seem immune to my abilities at the time either. It was just the next morning when she hightailed it out of there. And now she won't return my calls and I think she's seeing someone else. She won't even give me a chance."

I wandered out of Mark's office afterwards surprised at my honesty, and glad that I hadn't dropped myself in it by admitting who this woman was. I knew I needed to talk to her, but I still hadn't got a clue how to do it, or whether she would welcome it in the slightest. What it came down to though was if I didn't find out I would never get over this. I hoped, I prayed, that she would want me too if I explained, but I feared it wouldn't be the case. 

I was still thinking this over, trying to work out how to start, when Charlie caught up to me.

"You need to talk to Tess. This grumpy bastard you've become isn't doing any of us any good."

I looked at him shocked. 

"Why Tess?" I asked, fairly sure he knew.

"She tells me things she wouldn't tell Mark. He would be pissed to hear you slept with her. Perhaps less so knowing what you've told him now, but probably still not happy."

"She's seeing some other guy Charlie. I think that says how she feels about the situation."

"It's not serious. Plus he's nowhere near as good in bed as you are."

I don't know what my expression said, I was beyond shocked, and also jealous that someone else had got to bed her.

"How do you know that?"

He just grinned. "She tells me lots of things. Now I'm settled down I have to get good gossip from someone. You score very highly!"

I went bright red. Normally I would have been immensely proud to hear something like that, but somehow that it was Charlie telling me about it had me totally embarrassed. I swear that woman cast some spell on me. I never did shame before she came along. Nor did I swallow my pride and ask someone to help me get the girl.

"Can you talk to her? Tell her what I want?"

He gave me a surprisingly stern look, especially since he had been teasing me a moment before.

"No. You have to do it yourself. Do you seriously think we can still deal with things like when we were in the playground? I refuse to go and tell her that my boss fancies her. She doesn't hate you, she'll talk to you. Whether you'll succeed straight away I don't know, but a knock back might not hurt."

"There's a bigger knock back than her bringing a date to my restaurant? Because if so I'm not sure I want to experience it."

"Idiot. She thinks you got exactly what you wanted, she's not trying to piss you off. She has no idea what you are thinking or she'd never have brought him here. Or probably gone out with him in the first place."

I smiled. "That suggests she'd be open to the idea of going out with me."

"I don't know. Why didn't you just tell her that morning how you felt, if things had changed for you."

"She was too busy giving me the brush off, and I was too scared."

"I repeat, you're an idiot. She's amazing. If I was straight I'd date her, and you just wanted a quick roll in the hay. It's kind of just desserts."

I found enough pride to defend myself. "It was not a 'quick' roll."

"I know," he said with a wink, walking off and leaving me wondering quite how much Tess had told him. 

* * * * * * 

I was actually shaking as I rang her doorbell, carrying a bunch of flowers and feeling like a complete idiot, much as Charlie had repeatedly accused me of being. I hadn't felt this nervous going to see a woman since I was about 17 and trying to woo my first girlfriend. In fact, my only girlfriend so far. When we broke up a couple of years later because I wanted to play the field I found the field was far too much fun to want to settle down again. Until now, until one night with her had changed me.

When she came to the door I took a sharp breath. She wasn't dressed up at all, a scrappy t-shirt and loose jogging bottoms, but she still looked amazing. I hadn't seen her properly for far too long it seemed and I drank in the sight, not even thinking too much about what was under those clothes, even though the image of that was safe in my mind. I wanted the reality again though. She smiled when she saw me, but it was only friendly and not enough. I handed over the flowers to a look of surprise.

"What are these for?"

"A peace offering. You didn't seem keen to talk to me so I thought a present would help."

"I'm not cross with you Dan. It's just I've been busy."

"I know," I practically growled at her, thinking about the bloke she had been busy with. 

Her eyes widened in surprise at my reaction.




Another Changed Life Ch. 02



"Do you want to come in?"

I nodded and followed her into her house. I'd never been there before but it was what I expected from her, clean and tidy and modern decoration. Not girly but certainly not bachelor pad style. I wondered for a moment what her bedroom looked like, and realised I probably wasn't going to find out, or at least not today. The thought made me frown and she looked puzzled again as she saw my expression.

"Sorry, I don't have long, I've got a date later and I need to get ready, but I'm all yours for about an hour... err, that didn't come out quite right," she said, blushing slightly. 

I decided not to press her on what she had said. I needed to talk to her properly, not flirt like we always used to. That might have got her in my bed once but it wasn't going to work again.

"Don't go."

Christ, that sounded like begging, but if it worked, I probably wouldn't care.

"I'm not, I told you it's not until later."

"I mean, don't go at all. Don't go out with that guy."

She looked annoyed. "Why not? You've got no right to tell me what to do."

"I know. I'm not telling, I'm asking. Please don't go out with him."

That was still begging, and I knew I wasn't explaining anything to her, just making strange requests. She raised an eyebrow in question but the pissed off look did not leave her face.

"You have to give me a good reason Dan. He's a nice guy and I enjoy spending time with him. You 'asking' this makes no sense."

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. I had to give her a very good reason. 

"Okay. How about my reason is that I want to take you out instead."

She started laughing before I had chance to finish what I wanted to say.

"Dan, I'm not up for joining the list of women who will drop everything for an occasional night in your bed. I've got a chance of a normal relationship, only two people involved. I'm not giving that up for another night with you, fun as it might be."

"You don't understand. I'm not just talking about tonight, I want to be with you, just you, for as long as you will have me."

I didn't know how she could maintain an expression that showed she was annoyed and amused at the same time, but she did it.

"Dan, stop being a jerk. We both know what you really want, and as far as I'm concerned, you've had it. You were great just like you promised, I admit that, but don't pretend you want something else."

I was starting to get annoyed with her now. Why wouldn't she just believe me? I took a deep breath and steeled myself to make the full confession.

"I'm not pretending Tess. I'll admit I just wanted a night with you, but now I want everything else. I haven't been able to get you out of my head. You're the only woman who has ever been in my bed, and the only one I've woken up with my arms around and not wanted to leave. One night with you changed things for me, and I've not been with anyone else since. I can't just go around fucking any more when I know what it's like to make love with you."

At least her expression changed. It was more like stunned. If she was a cartoon character her jaw would have been on the floor. It seemed like forever before she spoke again.

"You're serious?"

I nodded. "Absolutely."

"Shit."

Not quite the eloquent response I'd come to expect, but at least it showed she was starting to accept I was telling her the truth.

"You can ask Charlie if you want more proof. He'll back up that I've told him some of this. Or Mark...."

She interrupted before I finished. "You told Mark? I thought we agreed not to."

"I didn't tell him who you were. I asked him for help convincing 'a woman' since he'd managed to convince Charlie, and then he heard the end of it. I spoke to Charlie after because you told him what we'd done."

She had the decency to look a bit embarrassed. "I had to tell someone, and he wasn't going to get upset with me like Mark would. He still thought I was an idiot when I told him though."

"Funny, he keeps calling me an idiot, ever since he found out I hadn't asked you not to leave that morning. I was confused and scared by the way I was feeling, and you were too concerned with getting out of there."

"I thought it would be easier if you didn't have to get rid of me yourself. Maintaining what little dignity I had left after spending a night moaning your name."

I grinned and she saw it and blushed. "You're so cute when you blush like that."

She went even redder. "I need to make a couple of calls. I'll be back in a few minutes."

She left me on the sofa, wondering what she was up to and hoping that it was a good thing for me, or for us. Perhaps I could begin to hope there was an us. My thoughts on the idea of us had me starting to get hard and I tried hard to calm myself down. I did not need to make my arousal obvious if she was going to think I wanted things other than sex. Well, as well as sex, obviously. When she came back into the room I looked up at her desperately waiting to hear what she had decided.

"Right. I've cancelled my date." A broad smile formed on my face and I found myself upright and taking a couple of steps towards her before she started speaking again. "But, I'm not going out with you tonight either." My face fell.

"You can't just come in here and suddenly expect me to accept you've turned into a different person Dan. If you've really been thinking about this since that night then you should be able to give me a bit of time to get my head round it and decide what I want. So tonight, I'm going to do as you suggested, and Charlie is coming over so I can talk it through."

Kind of a good news, bad news situation, but with any luck an evening with Charlie would swing it my way.

"Okay. I can't pretend I'm not disappointed, but I understand. Talk to Charlie tonight, and let me take you out for lunch tomorrow. I'm not working until later on."

"I'm not promising to have a decision by then."

"It'll be enough if you just come and spend some time with me. And for the avoidance of doubt, I do just mean lunch, I won't be badgering you for anything else."

She smiled a little, amused at what I was saying. "Are you sure you're really Dan? I'm beginning to wonder if you've had some sort of body swap, or he has a good twin."

"Hey, I am good! It is really me, I've only changed in the best ways."

"We'll see. Now you have to get out, because I need Charlie."

I gave her a look that was mock wounded. "Great, thrown out because you'd rather have a gay man here. Plus I'm leaving so I can be the topic of conversation, again. How much did you tell him, anyway?"

"Not everything. It's not like he wants to hear every last detail."

I couldn't resist one last question on my way out of her door. "What mark did I get, he wouldn't tell me except it was good!"

She looked amused, and I was grateful she was flirting with me again. "Nine and a half out of ten."

"What the hell did I lose half a mark on? I'm offended, I usually get eleven!"

She looked irritated again, and it didn't take a genius to work out that suggesting I got high ratings from other women was not the best thing to mention at that point.

"That's exactly what you lose marks for. Now go, before I get fed up of you."

"I forgot one thing," I said quickly, stepping back slightly into the house. 

Before she realised what I was doing I had her in my arms and my lips gently pressing to hers. I heard her sigh and moved up a gear, letting my tongue slide across her lips and my hand move to the back of her head. She opened her mouth and I took a moment to explore, happy that she was responding to me but knowing not to take this too far. 

She tasted just as sweet as I remembered, felt just as right in my arms, and I wanted her so much more. The sense of relief and excitement I felt at her not pushing me away was tempered by the fact I could not take any more tonight, and I pulled back before I got too carried away, sure that wouldn't be welcome right now. I'd confused her enough for one day. It was fair that I let her work this out, and decide if she believed me.

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow, about 12."

She nodded and I could see I had aroused her by the look on her face and her slightly swollen lips. That was going to have to be enough for me right now, but it was a beautiful look and one that made me want to take her upstairs and love her properly again. I shut the door behind me and adjusted myself, trying to get my erection comfortable in my jeans because it wasn't going to get let out until I was home. I walked to my car happier than I had been for weeks, and hoping that when I saw her again things could only get better.

* * * * * *



Another Changed Life Ch. 03



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Tess

Oh my god. My head was spinning from what he had said already, and then he kissed me. Kissed me like he really wanted me and left me standing there, confused, dazed, and desperate for more of him. This couldn't, shouldn't, be happening. It was supposed to be one night and I wasn't going to let him get to me, and now he was coming to my door with flowers saying I was the one who had got to him.

It was one perfect night, I admitted that to myself at the time, and to Charlie when I spoke to him, but I never thought there would be more. I fantasised about it, sure, made myself come with remembering what he had done to me and how incredible it felt, and with imagining scenarios like just now, when he came to me, told me how he felt, and kissed me senseless.

Was I still dreaming? That my lips were still tingling and I was wet and aching between my legs said I wasn't, but other than that it could so easily be a dream. Strangely, I was angry with him for doing this. Not for kissing me, or even telling me what he had, but for the confusion when I had it all straight in my mind. I was going to let him in for one night, do what I had always known was going to happen, and move on. And I'd done it, no regrets, no looking back, just one night of passion and then off to look for a man who could give me all the other things that Dan couldn't.

Lies of course. I knew before that night I was never going to be the same, but I felt like I had to do it before I could move on, and I desperately wanted to know what it would be like. Now I was in a relationship that gave me all the things that I thought Dan never would, and it wasn't enough. He was sweet and kind and I enjoyed every moment I spent with him, but it was all tempered by the knowledge that he wasn't what I really wanted.

We had sex, and it was fun and good, I enjoyed it, but he couldn't turn me on the way Dan had, with a simple touch. It was like going from a five course dinner in the best restaurant to a burger and fries. Warm and satisfying for the moment, but all the time aware there was something out there with more finesse, that tasted better, and would stay in your memory for a lot longer. That much more special. The irony of using food for comparison was not lost on me.

Thankfully my doorbell rang and distracted me from my musings. I needed to talk this over and there was only one man for the job. I would have liked to talk to Mark, but I loved Charlie nearly as much and there was no way I could have this conversation with Mark after all he had said about me staying away from Dan.

"Hi gorgeous," Charlie started, heading in as soon as I opened the door. "You going to tell me the reason for the panicked phonecall before or after you get me a coffee?"

He was smiling, and his cheerful and teasing nature helped me calm down immediately.

"How about before, during, after, and as long as you can spare me? I think I'm going crazy. Actually, maybe that explains everything – it was just me hallucinating!"

He grinned at me as he went to the kitchen.

"So, what did he say that's got you in such a tizz?"

"Who?"

"Chef. Dan if you prefer."

"I didn't say this was about Dan. How do you even know I've seen him?"

"Because I told him to come see you. I'm fed up of him being a pain in the arse moping around and not speaking to you about it."

Okay, this was bizarre. I knew Dan said he spoke to Mark and Charlie, but I doubted that and it seemed I was wrong. The idea of Dan moping was ridiculous despite all he had told me.

"What did he say?"

"You first. I'm not betraying a confidence if he lost his balls when he got here, although by the sounds of things he didn't."

"He didn't. Well, I don't think so. He said he wants to be with me, just with me as in a relationship I guess, and that he can't get the night we spent together out of his head. He called it 'making love' even. He wants to meet me for lunch tomorrow to just spend some time with me. What do I do?"

"You go, for starters. This is a good thing, surely? This is what you wanted, before you ever slept with him. You always hoped it would be different with you."

"Hoped maybe, never expected it would really happen. It wasn't supposed to be this way, I was just going to get him out of my system, stop all the flirting so I could have a normal relationship."

"And that's what he's offering. After a bit of soul-searching and being an idiot about it, but he's getting there. You can't pretend it's not what you want."

I handed Charlie a coffee and as he sipped it I considered his words. He was right of course, and I knew it was what I wanted, I just didn't know if Dan could do it or I could let myself be hurt if he couldn't.

"But this is Dan we're talking about. Mr 'love then and leave them', or put them in his little black book for a return visit. He wasn't supposed to do this to me."

Charlie looked straight at me, his blue eyes full of confusion. 

"You don't want him? I thought this would be a good thing, you sound like he just kicked your puppy."

I sighed. "Of course I want him. I want all he said, if he was serious, but I'm not going to let him string me along and then decide he's off to play the field again. As much as walking out after our night together hurt, him walking away from me is going to hurt a million times more."

There was a long silence, and I began to wonder if Charlie thought I was right on this point. Turned out he was just gathering his thoughts.

"You remember the first time we met, I'd been on one date with Mark and he was desperately trying to convince me that he wanted a relationship and I meant so much more to him than any of the guys he had been with before?" I nodded. "That night, you told me that I should give him a chance, because the way he spoke about me was different to anything he had ever said."

"I was right, wasn't I?"

"You were, and I'm happier than I thought I could ever be. My advice is to take your own advice. Give him a chance, because I promise you, what he is saying about you he has never said before. The way he has been, no woman has ever got to him this way. I can't promise that you won't get hurt, but I don't think he will walk away from you. I think he's in love, I'm just not sure if he realises that yet, but he will."

I was silent for a long time, and even after Charlie left, that was the one thing I couldn't get out of my head. The idea that Dan might actually love me, that was more terrifying than that he wanted to date me. It made this a lot more serious and put more pressure on our meeting tomorrow. And it begged the question, how did I feel about him? I realised when I asked myself the question that I loved him, and I probably had for some time. The one thing that I was at least now sure of was I would give him a chance, but I was going to need some convincing before I let him all the way into my heart.

* * * * * *

Dan

I woke with a smile on my face for the first time in weeks. I was going to see her today and I could hardly wait. I surprised myself with how excited I was about it and that I genuinely wasn't bothered that it would be in public and I wouldn't be able to seduce her. Just spending some time with her, hopefully getting her to smile at me, would be enough for the moment. I didn't even berate myself for being a sap about this, I was just too happy.

Midday found me waiting impatiently at the coffee shop, not because she was late but I'd already been there for twenty minutes just in case she was early. Pointless, since I knew she was working and wouldn't get out for lunch until 12. It was only a couple of minutes before I saw her approaching the door, and a broad smile spread across my face before she even spotted me. Her smile in return was radiant and I could only assume she was at least a little pleased to see me too.

I settled for a quick hug and kiss when she got to me, almost losing my control when she kept the kiss going a little longer than I expected. Her lips were closed, but it was still more than we used to have and made me grin even more. She laughed at me then, but I must have looked like some kind of eager puppy. I knew I was being an idiot, but then love makes fools of us all, apparently. I was proving that adage right, certainly.

"What can I get you?" I asked.

She still looked amused. "Latte please, with an extra shot."

"You don't think I'll be able to keep you awake?" I teased.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, but I like strong coffee. I was up late I guess, so I might start yawning."

"I'll try not to take it personally," I said.

I noticed her slight surprise, and she was fully expecting me to ask about what she had discussed with Charlie and whether she had a decision for me. I'd promised her I wouldn't push, and myself that I wouldn't ask. I was going to enjoy my time with her and hope that she would give me the reply I wanted sooner rather than later.

And I really did enjoy myself, loving being able to chat with her with no pressure now that she knew how I felt. We caught up on what had been happening with each other, although thankfully she avoided telling me about the guy she had been dating as I didn't want to hear that. I just felt happy and comfortable in her company, and proud of having such a beautiful woman with me. 

It was only when she checked her watch and realised that she only had a few minutes before going back to work that she changed the subject to more personal matters. I suspected she might ask questions, but all I could do was be honest and hope that it made the difference.

"I guess I want to know... what happened? You said things have changed for you, but how?"

"You've always been different you know, and I realise that now. Not because you said no to me, believe me that has happened plenty of times, but because I kept trying despite that. I had this feeling like I was missing out on something with you. It was different that night as well, but again, it took a bit of time to work out how. I've never felt..."

I tailed off, not quite sure how to explain myself properly, searching for the right words.

"Felt what?" she asked quietly.

"Felt so much like it was right, like being with you was where I was supposed to be. I've never been so desperate to make it perfect for someone, or lost control at the simplest of touches before. And I've never had the feeling like I never wanted to leave, never let go. You felt so wonderful in my arms I didn't want it to end, and when you left I felt alone for the first time in years."

She exhaled sharply, my words clearly having some effect. She was studying my face, trying to work out whether to believe me, but I had the feeling that she did, at least to some extent. No-one would say all that stuff if they didn't mean it, and certainly not me, she knew me well enough to be sure of that.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'd made up my mind, before our night, I was going to get out of there with minimum fuss, sure that's what you would want. You have to understand, it was about protecting myself. The reason I said no for so long was I knew it could never just be meaningless sex to me, and I wasn't sure I could cope with only ever having one night with you. I figured it would be easier never to know, but I also knew I wasn't going to be able to resist forever no matter how sure I was of that."

It was my turn to search her face for the truth, as I tried to keep calm despite what she was saying. She had wanted me, and for more than one night but she took that anyway to be with me, even though she thought she would end up being the one that got hurt because of it. 

"I'm glad it happened, because otherwise who knows when I would have come to my senses and realised how much I needed you. It makes me sad to think you went into it thinking like that though, I never would have hurt you."

"I knew that. Not intentionally, anyway. I just had to get away from you afterwards, before I got too comfortable in your arms. You're right, it did feel wonderful. I didn't want to leave either," she finished, blushing and looking away from me.

I took her hand which was loose on the table top, and ran my hand across it, interlocking our fingers. I waited for her blush to fade and for her to look back at me before I continued.

"I want you in my arms a lot more often you know. I promised not to push you, and I won't. If you need more time to sort this out you can have it and I won't hassle you. But what I'd really like is for us to be dating. I'd like to get to know you, outside the bedroom, and make this work, because I love you."

I saw her eyes widen and heard her gasp. I just let her take in my words, looking at her so she could see in my eyes how much I meant it. I know I could never even have faked a look of adoration before, but when it was real it was so easy, and saying those words I never thought I would was so simple when it was to her. 

"I keep thinking I'm dreaming," she said. "I never expected anything from you, and now you seem to want everything but I can't quite believe it. I guess all I can do is give you a chance, because I would love it if this was real. So, okay, dating, but I need you to know that you'll be waiting for inside the bedroom. I need you to prove that this is different and can work first. I hope that doesn't sound too mean, and I know it's kind of stupid because we already slept together, but it's important to me."

I was too happy at her agreeing to date me to care about the rest of it, and I already figured I would have to show this was true before she would let me have sex with her again. I knew I could wait though – I already had been and it was only hard because I thought I would never have the chance to be with her again.

"It makes sense, honestly, and I have no problem with that. We'll take this slow. As long as I can be with you I don't mind."

She raised one eyebrow in question.

"You seem to know just the right things to say to me all of a sudden."

"It's because all I've been able to think about is you, and how I can persuade you to be with me. I'm not even annoyed with myself for becoming one of those sappy men I always laughed at. You make it worthwhile."

She gave me a beautiful smile and a kiss before she left me. I could only smile as she walked away, glad that we had talked and worked so much out, and appreciating the sight of her hips swaying as she headed out of the coffee shop. I walked to work a few moments later, so happy that I was humming to myself as I got through the door and I got plenty of odd looks from the other staff as I worked with a huge grin on my face, but I didn't care. I had the most wonderful girlfriend in the world.

* * * * * *

The downside to my new-found happiness was not being able to see Tess anywhere near as much as I wanted. In the past my job had helped me keep women at bay, not being available for evenings out and only free when they were at work. Now I found that frustrating. When I finished work it was late and although I got to speak to her on the phone it wasn't enough. She was heading to bed when I got in and I was at work when she got back from her job.

As a result it was late on Friday night before I saw her again, a few days when I found myself wanting a hug more than anything. I contented myself with talking to her, hearing her sweet, soft voice was music to my ears every night before I fell asleep, but I really wanted her beside me even if we were just curling up together. I needed her touch badly.

I'm fairly sure she knew it too, when the first thing I did when she opened the door was to throw my arms around her and hold her tight, taking a few moments to appreciate having her with me before I started on kissing her senseless. I managed to get control back after a few minutes, easing back but keeping her close. She looked kind of stunned and aroused at the same time, her dark eyes sparkling.

"Sorry, it's been too long. I've missed you."

She laughed. "If I get greetings like that I'm not complaining!"

"Every time, I promise," I replied, completely serious. I didn't think I'd ever get enough of holding and kissing her.

"Well then, perhaps I'll have to try and see you more often, particularly since you're now my boyfriend," she replied, almost seeming to expect me to react to the word.

I did, I grinned at her describing me that way, and she smiled back. I had the feeling I had passed some sort of test, but I was sure I could pass anything with flying colours, I just needed to be honest with her.

"And, as an added incentive, I've brought you food," I told her, picking up a bag I had brought with me.

Inside, as she opened the little box, she saw a slice of chocolate cheesecake. I swear she almost looked as happy to see that as she had been to see me, but since I'd made it I still felt proud I could make her feel that way. I got a kiss for my trouble though, and that definitely made it worthwhile.

"I'll get a fork, it would be a shame to leave this and forget about it. Did you know it's my favourite?"

"Yes, I've seen what you order. And I've seen the look on your face when you eat it, which I guess I should admit is part of the reason for this gift. I can't wait to see that look of pleasure you get at your first bite."

She blushed slightly, and headed off to the kitchen. I wasn't kidding, it turned me on watching her eat food she enjoyed, and I wanted to put that delighted smile on her face in as many ways as I could think of before she let me back in her bed. I surprised her by taking the fork from her hand when she returned, and she coloured beautifully when she realised I was going to feed her.

I raised the first bite to her mouth, watching intently as her eyes focussed on it and she licked her lips in anticipation. She was still slightly red from her blushes, but it just made her look more gorgeous. I let the fork drift towards her lips, almost letting out a groan as she leaned forward to take the food from it and then closed her eyes in pleasure, the look I had been hoping to see. 

There was a soft moan from her lips before her eyes opened again, her gaze locking into mine, silently thanking me. I fed her every last morsel, increasingly finding that feeding her was undoing my control. She was only eating, beautifully but still, I shouldn't be as hard as I was or be shaking so badly. I swallowed hard as she savoured the last mouthful and found my voice had nearly left me when I tried to speak.

"I should have brought more," I muttered, wishing I could keep feeding her.

"You'll make me fat," she said, smiling. "Dating you could be bad for my waistline."

"Never. I'll bring berries next time if it will make you feel better though!"

"I like the sound of that," she replied.

I didn't get chance to ask her what she wanted, she leaned towards me and I was lost in her chocolate flavour kisses a moment later. I was sat next to her on the sofa, but she pushed me back and I was suddenly lying with her on top of me. She wriggled into a comfortable position, meeting my erection and making me moan.

"You're hard just from that kiss?" she said, sounding surprised.

"I was hard just from being with you and watching you eat. Your kisses aren't likely to help it go down though!"

She didn't answer, she kissed me again. I let her take control of this one, but held her to me, loving the way I could feel her body, almost as good as when we had been in bed together although this time we had clothes on. I stroked her back through her t-shirt, feeling the heat from her even though my hands weren't on her soft skin. It was enough for now, I counselled myself.

Our kisses went on for a long time, until both of us were yawning in between pecks. Tess snuggled down me a little, resting her head on my chest, and we just lay there warm and content wrapped up in each other. I must have got a little too content, because I became aware of her soft voice calling to me and realised I had been asleep.




Another Changed Life Ch. 03



I came to pretty quickly, the fact that she was still pressed against me waking me up in the best ways, but when she went to move off I grabbed for her and held her tight.

"Don't leave me," I begged.

I knew I'd said that in such a needy way she couldn't fail to have noticed. To me though, it had felt too much like the morning she left my bed and I felt so alone afterwards, and I couldn't face that happening again when I'd had another chance to wake to her in my arms. I could see from her face she had a good idea of what I was thinking and how much I needed her, and she didn't seem afraid of it.

She leaned down to give me a quick kiss before she answered.

"I'm not leaving you baby, I just want to sleep in my bed. Come with me, and we can curl back up together, I promise. Just sleeping though, okay?"

"Perfect," I replied. 

I wanted to know what that might be like. Before her, it had been years since I had spent the whole night with someone. Spending a night with someone I hadn't had sex with first, well this would probably be the first time ever, and I liked the fact that I would find out about it with her. I guessed if we were going out there were bound to be times that would happen, and it would confirm for me how much I cared about her if I could do it. Possibly it would confirm the same to her and that's why she was asking, but I really didn't mind if she was testing me, I knew she couldn't catch me out.

Her bedroom was more girlie than I expected. There was no sign of cuddly toys anywhere else I had been, but they had clearly been confined to this one room. Not hundreds, but a collection of them sat on top of the furniture. Only one made it into her bed, and I was pleased to see her move it and know I wouldn't be sharing with a teddy bear. Somehow I managed not to make any jokes about it.

She obviously saw me looking in surprise, but shrugged it off. To be honest, I wouldn't have cared if the entire room was a shrine to my little pony, but it might have put me off a little. What I really wanted to do was get in her bed and have her in my arms. The bed was the focus of the room, not just because of what I wanted, but because it was huge. She didn't have any need of a king size, but it was, and on top of that it was a metal four-poster with net curtains hanging from each corner. You could close those and be in your own little world, but I figured we would be there anyway.

"Hop in while I go change," she told me. "Keep at least your boxers on, will you?"

It wasn't really a question, it was a request, but I had no issue with complying with it. I usually slept in nothing, but I could cope for a night, especially if it stopped my wayward dick from ruining anything with her. I wasn't going to keep anything else on though, and she'd given me the opportunity not to. I was quickly out of everything else, sliding under her duvet and settling down into the comfortable mattress, keeping my head propped up on a pillow so I could see just what she had changed into the moment she returned.

One glance at her as she came back in had me swallowing hard and trying to calm my dick down again. She had on pyjamas, but the ones that are nothing more than shorts and a strappy top. Her breasts were obvious both over the top and by the way the material stretched across her chest. If that sight wasn't enough, the shorts showed off her long legs and I had the urge to ask her to twirl so I could check how they hugged her cute backside. I had the sense to keep my mouth shut.

"Budge over Dan, you're on my side."

I laughed, but moved. "I was hoping for something a little more romantic than that!"

"Well, I guess I could explain that I need you to move so I can lie on the side I sleep on but still cuddle up to you. Is that better?" she asked, clearly teasing me.

"That's better, yes."

"When did you become such a romantic anyway?" she asked as she slid in beside me.

I wrapped my arms around her before I replied, looking into those chocolate eyes I loved so much.

"The moment I realised why I missed you so much and was so annoyed that I hadn't done more to keep you with me. Well, maybe once I got over the hangover that realisation caused."

She looked at me sternly. "You realised you liked me so you got drunk to forget about it?"

I kissed her softly before replying.

"No. I realised I loved you and thought I had lost you, so I got drunk to avoid the pain of that. And it didn't work anyway, the one thing I didn't forget was how beautiful you are and how much I wanted to be with you, and what a dick I was for not realising how I felt sooner."

She went quiet, although she was still laying against me so I had hope that my honesty wasn't a bit too much for her. I needed to know, although my question was very quiet.

"Am I scaring you?"

Rich chocolate eyes met mine.

"No, I'm not scared. I still can't quite believe it. That doesn't mean I don't believe what you are saying, just that it's hard to go from thinking one thing about you for so long to realising you want something else. I've been in love with you for a very long time, but I never imagined we could be together."

I hugged her tight, overwhelmingly happy at her admission that she loved me. 

"Well, you'd better start getting used to it, because we are together, and I have no intention of letting you go. I'm yours for as long as you want me."

"Oh, I want you," she almost purred.

I groaned at her words and sexy tone, and I know she felt my cock react to what she had said too. I mumbled an apology.

"It's okay, I don't mind that I turn you on. I'm just glad that women don't react quite so obviously!"

I stifled a yawn, and then smiled at her. "You know, as much as I would love to know how wet I've got you, I think we need to get some sleep. My boss is a slavedriver, you should have words with him about wearing me out!"

"I guess we're going to have to tell him now, aren't we?"

"Yes. You don't need to worry though, he might be disappointed in you but at least he won't cut your nuts off."

"Aren't you being a bit melodramatic there baby?"

"That's what he threatened if I ever touched you. I'm almost certain he was joking."

"I'll protect you," she murmured into my chest which she was now using as a pillow.

"I know love. It'll be fine, but we'll work that one out in the morning. Goodnight beautiful."

She nuzzled rather than reply, but that was good enough for me. She was in my arms, wrapped around me, and she loved me. What more than that could I want? If I hadn't been so tired I might have wondered why I hadn't instantly thought that sex would be the icing on the cake. 

* * * * * *

We both woke fairly late in the morning. I felt so content at waking up with her cuddled up to me I just sighed, watching her as she woke up too. I tried not to let myself think about the last time this had happened, but when she started to stretch out I did think about it and hoped she wouldn't move away. I didn't realise I was holding my breath until she snuggled back against me, smiling up at me as she put her head on my chest.

"Muppet. I don't get how you can be so worried about me leaving. For starters, you're in my bed. On top of that, I only left that day because I thought it would be what you wanted. I should be worrying about you running away having scared yourself by spending a sex-free night with a woman."

I checked the clock by her bed.

"I've got two hours before I have to leave for work. I'm not leaving until then unless you throw me out, and I'll be very happy to spend most of it cuddled up like this. It's been a very long time since I spent a morning in bed with my girlfriend, and I'd like to get used to it with you."

She gave me a playful shove. "I'm going to the bathroom, and then I'll be back. You've got a couple of minutes to make a run for it!"

That wasn't going to happen, and I figured she believed that too. I got to see the way her shorts cupped her buttocks as she left the room, and that sight certainly made me convinced I was staying, even if it was a case of look but don't touch. As soon as she was out of sight my body made me aware of more pressing issues, and I had to follow her, emptying my tank as soon as she left the bathroom, and rapidly heading back to her bedroom hoping she would have got back into bed.

I needn't have worried. She was there, covers pulled back and patting the bed next to her to invite me back in to join her. I'm sure I sped up to get in with her, but she didn't comment on it. I only got a raised eyebrow from her when as soon as I was settled down I pulled her towards and then on top of me, and claimed my first kiss of the day. I knew it was fine with her when my kisses were returned with equal passion. 

It was a long kiss, or lots of smaller kisses, I really wasn't sure I knew or cared which. Her lips were just as soft as before, her body warm against mine, and her cute little moans turned me on so much I began to wonder whether getting her on top of me was really a good idea. When she started to wriggle as well I let out a moan of my own and decided it probably hadn't been.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, but you wriggling like that is rather frustrating. Stay still, please."

"Sorry baby. Let me make it up to you."

A moment later she was sliding down my body, the next pulling my boxers down, and the one after that...

"Oh fuck," I groaned, as her tongue licked around the head of my cock. "You don't have to..."

I lost the power to speak then, and a glance down at her saw she seemed to be inhaling me with a massive grin on her face, or that's what it looked like even though she had a mouthful of my erection. Certainly her eyes seemed to show it. We maintained eye contact for a moment, but I couldn't keep mine open for long and I just lay back with a huge grin on my face as she licked and sucked at me, sending shockwaves of pleasure running through my body. 

Her hand was on me too and while her tongue, lips and mouth worked the top part of my shaft, her hand stroked gently up and down on the rest. I was in heaven. Her mouth moved off me after a little while, her hand taking over a full stroke as she started to lick at my balls and suck one after the other into her hot mouth to roll them around. I was emitting sounds even I didn't know I could make, but I was sure they were encouraging her.

When her mouth finally moved back to my cock, her tongue teasing my slit, I stiffened instantly, moments away from shooting my load, and she sucked me back inside, treating me like some kind of lollipop until I came hard and fast, letting out a cry of her name at the height of my excitement. I felt her body settle back on top of mine afterwards, but I couldn't even open my eyes for a moment. It might be that I hadn't had sex in a while, or at least not when someone else was there, but that had to be the best blowjob I'd ever received, possibly because it was done with love.

I tasted myself in her mouth when I kissed her, but I didn't care, I needed to thank her somehow. My eyes finally drifted open to see her face, and she was looking very pleased with herself, grinning at me. I returned the smile.

"Thank you. That was incredible, but I thought we weren't having sex," I said. 

"We're playing by my rules, which doesn't necessarily mean no sex, because I'm making them up as I go along. I wanted to give you something that I didn't when we were together before, because you didn't really let me play with you."

"Well, for future reference, you can play with me whenever you want. Now though it must be your turn. What can I do for you?"

She looked deep in thought, before a grin spread across her face.

"You can get up and make me scrambled eggs on toast."

I know my face fell. I was anticipating a chance to play with her for a bit, doing whatever she wanted.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked, disappointment clear from my voice.

At least I got a kiss before she shattered my hopes completely.

"Nope, not kidding, I really want some eggs. I know you'd rather do something here for me and I know it would be great, but I want to wait."

"Doesn't seem fair," I grumbled, but I got out of bed.

As I reached for my clothes from the pile on the floor she stopped me.

"Don't bother with the clothes. I rather like the idea of my very own naked chef!" she told me, grinning broadly. 

"Oh, really? And what if I burn myself?"

"That's why I've asked for scrambled eggs, not fried."

"I appreciate the thought," I told her, more and more amused by this situation. If she wanted me naked she could have it, I had no issues with my body, and the appreciative looks I was getting confirmed she liked it too. I did keep myself in shape, and had developed enough on my arms and chest to make me broad although not heavily muscled. Actually, she seemed more intent on my backside than anything else, so I made a show of turning to give her a better view.

"This isn't getting my breakfast ready," she complained, not terribly seriously.

I laughed at the mock pout she was giving.

"Nope, but I just thought I'd see how long you were going to spend ogling my body."

"It may be a while. That's why I suggested you cook breakfast while I was at it!"

She got out of bed as I said it, and I was suddenly focussed on her body, even though she wasn't naked. The tiny pyjamas she had on showed the best bits off beautifully despite her being covered up. I looked her up and down and made my perusal obvious. Probably a bit too obvious as my cock perked up at the sight even though it had not long been drained. I wasn't erect, but certainly not flaccid either.

"What about if I like the idea of my own naked woman to feed breakfast to?" I asked.

She laughed really sweetly, but I realised I wasn't getting that wish fulfilled even before she confirmed it.

"My rules baby. I promise not to put anything more on if that helps, you seem to like this outfit."

"Oh I do," I told her, grabbing her and pulling her tight into my arms. I felt her body pressing against mine, moulding us together, before I kissed her. The feel of her against me and her soft lips under mine was the final push my cock needed to fill completely and I moaned as I felt it pushing into her hip. She broke away from our kiss and looked down, then back up at me as if in question.

"It's the effect you have on me. He might go back to sleep while I concentrate on making you a tasty breakfast."

"You already did that! I need a cup of tea and some food now though."

"Hey, you never mentioned tea before. I'm not your slave you know!"

"I know. I'll make the tea, you cook. You do have to let me go so we can move though."

Reluctantly I let her out of my embrace. It wasn't like she was unhappy there, else she could have pulled away from me before that moment, and it felt like a shame to let her go. 

I felt surprisingly comfortable in her kitchen, totally naked, and making our breakfast. She giggled as she watched me, and I gave her a look to try and show I wasn't impressed, but I didn't manage to make it look very serious. How could I be unhappy with having her with me and feeling her eyes on me all the time. She was impressed with the food too, and didn't quite manage to keep her moan under control when she took her first bite. I could make good anything, a little more impressive than what she would normally have.

"I'm going to have to keep you around!" she told me, smiling.

"If all you want me for is to keep you fed and as something to cuddle up to in bed, I guess that will have to do!"

"Oh, I want you for much more than that," she said sexily.

I grinned at the want in her voice and the implication.

"Good, because I'm going to tell Mark about us when I go in to work. I don't want to be sneaking around and he's going to be able to tell I'm happy again."

"You sure?"

"It's better to get it over and done with. At least you won't have had too much chance to get attached to me if he does stuff me in the freezer," I joked. 

"I'll come with you then. Mark's like my big brother and he is overprotective. At least if I'm there I can convince him you haven't taken advantage of me."

"You hope," I muttered under my breath, but she was smiling.

"Let's get ready and go see him then. It will be a shame to put clothes on that body, but I'm not sure I want everyone else seeing you like that."

"Only for you gorgeous."

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Getting ready turned out to be a slow process. She wouldn't let me shower with her, or watch, but I tormented myself with visions of what it might be like to see the water cascading over her naked body. When she came back just wrapped in a towel, drops of water clinging to the rest of her, it was all I could do not to snatch the towel away and worship her. I knew she could tell what I was thinking, and that was why she sent me off to shower too, and kept well away from me.

Despite the fact my cock had been hard much of the morning I didn't play with myself while I was in there. I'd come once, in a very good way, and I didn't want to spoil that memory with taking the cheap pleasure of a wank. Also, when I started to think about seeing Mark I was slightly scared. He was my friend, but he had always told me not to go near Tess, glared at me any time I spoke to her, and told me off even when I was just being friendly. I could only hope that the fact he knew I was in love with her would stop any violent reaction.

Tess tried to reassure me in the car, but it wasn't entirely working. Her touching me and stroking my arm to reassure me stoked my libido but didn't calm my nerves. I was on edge in two different ways, which was an interesting experience if not one I was really enjoying. I kissed her in the restaurant and left her out in the main room while I headed to find Mark, hoping to get him out there to explain.

As it was, I saw Charlie first, and that served to help me relax. He was on my side, I knew that, and he would help calm Mark down if necessary. When I saw him I smiled broadly, and he gave me an odd look for one second, before he realised why I was so happy.

"You sorted things out then?"

I nodded, smiling even harder. "Yes, thank God. It turns out I was being an idiot, and all I had to do was talk to her and explain how I was feeling."

"All you had to do?"

"Well, she's making me jump through a few hoops, but I'm not complaining!"

Mark wandered through out of the locker room then, watching the two of us laughing, although I stopped suddenly at the sight of him, wondering if I could use Charlie as a human shield. This was ridiculous, I was a grown man and should not be scared of a friend, but I knew he wasn't going to like it.

"I heard," he said. "Why do you look terrified if you've got the woman you wanted? Sounds like you're onto a good thing, and I can't wait to meet the one who's managed to hook you."

"About that," I started to tell him, looking to Charlie for support, "she's in the restaurant now, but..."

I tailed off when I realised I had miscalculated. He was closer to the door outside than I was, and he was obviously very keen to see the woman I'd met, unaware he knew her very well. There was a muffled sound of surprise before I could get through the door, closely followed by Charlie.

Mark turned to look at me, and his face looked like thunder. I visibly winced, but Charlie got between us, just in case. I think even he was surprised by the obvious reaction and quite how pissed off Mark looked.

"I love her Mark," I told him. "I know this isn't what you wanted, but it is what we both want. I already told you how I feel about her, and I followed your advice on how to convince her that I'd changed."

"You told me how you'd had a one night stand. Am I expected to be happy that you talked her into bed for a night even after the number of times I told you not to? And I'd never have given you that advice if I knew it was Tess," he growled at me, clearly tense but at least not trying to hit me.




Another Changed Life Ch. 03



"Why not? I can feel like that about any other woman but not about her? I can't help it, I want her and she wants me."

"She doesn't know what she's doing," he said, still very obviously angry at me.

Tess cleared her throat behind him, making him turn.

"'She' is right here, you know. Mark, you are being a prick about this. You were just like Dan before you met Charlie, and now you have the best thing that's ever happened to you. How can you of all people not give him a chance?"

"He took advantage of you," he told her.

"No he didn't. Much as it might piss you off to hear this, I'm not some naïve young virgin. I asked him for the night we spent together, and I knew exactly what I was doing. You are the one who has spent years telling me exactly what Dan's attitude to women is, so you can't possibly claim I had no idea what he was like. I wanted it anyway, and I have to say, I had the best night of my life with him."

I heard Mark groan, but I was smiling at her review. I couldn't see his expression, but I was guessing he was reeling a little from the firm tone of her voice and I knew he wouldn't be glaring at her the way he had been at me.

"You were happy for him right up until you saw it was me," she continued. "This is my decision, and I want to be with him. You have to at least play nice because I am not putting up with you being rude and threatening to my boyfriend."

Even from the back I saw Mark wince at that, and Charlie obviously saw it too because he sidled up to him and kissed his cheek.

"Mark, you have to let them sort this out. Tess knows what she is doing, and you believed Dan when he told you what he was feeling. You should trust him." 

Mark turned towards Charlie then and I got the impression although he had calmed, he still was not happy. 

"You knew about this? Why didn't you tell me?"

To his credit, Charlie didn't even bat an eyelid at what was clearly an accusation.

"Because we were all fairly sure of how you would react, and there wasn't any point getting into this conversation unless they sorted things out and got together. I'm really happy they have, because frankly, hearing any more about how wonderful Dan was would probably have made me sick!"

I looked across at Tess in enquiry and she'd gone slightly red, just making her look more beautiful. I grinned at her, and she crossed the room to me, ignoring Mark who was still trying to sort this out with Charlie, and ending up in my arms. I dimly heard the other two were still discussing things and that Mark wasn't happy that he had been kept out of the loop, but all I was really aware of was Tess.

"So... how wonderful am I?" I asked, teasing her.

"You're okay, I guess!"

Smart words in reply didn't seem like the right answer so I kissed her, immediately feeling her body pressing to mine, her arms coming up around my neck. Our lips met in a string of soft kisses, light and airy but full of promise for next time we were alone. After a little while I started to have too much of a reaction even to this, and I had to stop before I got too carried away. I stared into her beautiful eyes and smiled at the love I could see in them.

"Can I see you after work? Please?" 

I knew I was sounding needy again, but I really didn't care.

"Of course you can. Come round when you finish, I don't go to bed early unless have to work next day so we can spend some time together even if it's late."

"That sounds wonderful. What can I bring you?"

"Just you will be fine baby."

A second round of kisses was interrupted by a loud cough, clearly Mark, and I stiffened and tried to take a step back from Tess, looking at him nervously. It might have been better if I actually could get away from her, but she hadn't let go and there was barely any space between us. He didn't look angry any more, but still not impressed and I swallowed hard, expecting more words.

"If you hurt her you will have me to answer to."

"I won't," I said with certainty.

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Another Changed Life Ch. 04



Thanks for all the comments and votes so far. Those on the last chapter made me giggle - I dunno about the ditto thing, but glad you liked it! Unless I get totally carried away, I think there is one more chapter of this story to go. 

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Throughout lunch and dinner service I was so relieved and so happy I was singing to myself, not even caring that the other staff were laughing about it and speculating on why I was in such a good mood. When Mark came through the kitchen on occasions he gave me a bit of a look, but I was fairly sure now that he would end up giving me his blessing. It would make things very awkward at work if he didn't, and our friendship would definitely suffer, but I had known all along he was overprotective of Tess and it was hardly a surprise that knowing my history he would give me a hard time.

It was almost at the end of the evening crowd when I got told that Tess was in the restaurant and had asked to see me. I was just about still in work mode, at least to get someone else to finish up the desserts, before I went out. I wondered why she was there, since I thought she would be home tonight and I was expecting to go join her, and hoped it was nothing bad. One glance at her made me sure it wasn't.

She was laughing with a female friend, clearly the two of them had been out drinking as they were a little louder than they needed to be, and were giggling a lot. It made me smile before I even got to them, and I slowed down, wanting to hear their conversation before I intruded.

"... gorgeous, great body, a real sweetie as well when he wants to be, and that seems to be all the time at the moment. It's wonderful!" Tess told her friend. 

I had missed the beginning of the sentence, but I suspected (and hoped) that she was talking about me. It sounded good and I reached their table smiling, sitting down next to Tess and kissing her on the cheek before she seemed to realise I was there. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at me, and she didn't seem bothered if I had heard what she was saying. Her friend however was looking at me like I was a piece of meat, and it made me shift in my seat with discomfort as she checked me out.

"Hey baby. This is my friend Gemma," Tess told me.

I shook hands with Gemma as she told me how she'd heard all about me, making me cringe with the implication in her words, and almost purred how pleased she was to meet me. I had to suppress a shudder as she held on to my hand for what felt too long. She wasn't exactly hiding the looks she was giving me either, and I wondered why Tess wasn't complaining. Perhaps this woman was always a flirt, or Tess was testing how I would react to her. I wasn't exactly happy at either option.

"I take it you've been out down the pub while some of us have been hard at work!" I teased Tess, trying to ignore the other woman.

"Gem called and asked me out and I figured it would be fun to go for a few drinks and then come and meet you. I haven't seen her for ages so we've been catching up," she told me.

"It turns out there was a lot to catch up with too. I can't believe she's never mentioned you before this evening, I'd be calling everyone I knew to tell them I'd found a hottie," Gemma said.

I cringed again. Before now I'd have been happy to be called a hottie, but it felt wrong in front of my girlfriend, even though she just seemed to be taking it as a compliment that she had good taste. How she wasn't uncomfortable that her friend was flirting with me I had no idea, it was making me feel really dirty, and I found a way out as soon as I could.

"I have to go finish up in the kitchen Tess. Do you want a lift home when I'm done?"

"Yes please. Can we take Gem home as well, it's on the way."

I smiled when I agreed to it, but I had my teeth gritted. I'd never taken so anti a woman in such a short space of time. She was pretty, but she wasn't Tess, and she had no right to be looking at me like that. 

I tried to calm myself while I was finishing work, hoping that I wouldn't have to fight this new woman off. Even if I had still been single, I did like to work a little to get a woman, not just have one offer herself on a plate. I certainly didn't appreciate her behaving like that now though, and I steeled myself to be polite but unapproachable. 

Sadly, she was still with Tess when I got out into the restaurant, although amusingly she was now trying to flirt with Charlie. He did not look impressed at all -- at least I'd managed to hide it a little. It relaxed me though, knowing it was just the way she was, rather than it being anything to do with me. Tess was laughing hard at the obvious flirting this time, but making no more effort to help Charlie than she had been with me. It was only when Gemma grabbed his arse that he finally cracked, almost growling at her.

"God woman, what is wrong with you? I told you, I'm taken, and you are most certainly not my type."

"Come on, you're so cute! I guarantee I suck cock better than anyone you've ever had," she purred, still trying it on.

"Honey, I really doubt that," Charlie replied, turning camp, which I had never seen him do before. "I'm the best cocksucker around here, and if you had one I might be half tempted to prove it."

Amazingly, even that obvious comment didn't put her off entirely.

"If you ever want to try pussy, give me a call."

"Not going to happen."

I had watched this exchange in silence, noting how Tess just seemed to be laughing more and more, and increasingly sure she was very drunk. That put any chance of us having a sensible conversation this evening right out the window, but at least she probably wouldn't object to me curling up in her bed again. After all, she'd need some looking after, and I could provide that easily, once we got rid of Gemma.

Charlie only calmed totally when Mark came through from the kitchen, the last of the staff still there. I heard Gemma draw in a breath.

"Jesus Tess, why haven't you brought me here before? Eye candy everywhere!"

"Most of the 'eye candy' are gay, and I wasn't letting you near the one that isn't. He's mine."

I grinned at her sudden display of possessiveness, glad she was finally making it clear she didn't appreciate what her friend was doing. She gave me a rather drunken smile in response.

"I need to get you two home, before you cause any more trouble," I told the women, steering them slowly out of the door to a look of relief from Charlie. He even wished me luck when they left me at the car, with the girls leaning heavily on the doors before I unlocked them. 

I had to help both of them get in, and I made it quick with Gemma, but as I got Tess into the front seat I made the most of the opportunity to touch her body softly. My hand trailed over the swell of her buttocks as she leaned into the car, not putting any pressure on but it still enjoying the feel of her under my hand. As she started to sit my hand dropped away from her, but I lifted it to slowly run it up her side to the seatbelt, and then across her chest and down her stomach to plug it in, taking my sweet time.

Once she was sat I let my hand drift to her lap and down her leg. When I saw her eyes widen and heard her breathing change slightly I took advantage, letting a couple of my fingers slip up her inner thigh. Leaning into her body I let my breath caress her neck, before dropping my lips to it to nuzzle her gently. I saw her shift in the seat, and her legs parted slightly, allowing my fingers to trail further towards her centre. It was only when I heard a small whimper, a demand for more, that I drew back, closing the door on her and heading to the drivers seat, but I didn't miss the sound of disappointment she made when my hands left her. 

Smiling to myself at the effect I'd managed to have with such gentle touches, I drove off, little realising what I had started. She started to return my touches as I drove, but she was far less gentle and more insistent. Her hand on my knee moved upwards fast and I had to take a hand off the wheel to stop her from grabbing at my crotch. My dick had already firmed at the feel of her warm body under my hands, but her sudden aggressiveness was making it harder, and I couldn't drive with her touching me that way.

"Not now baby," I whispered to her, trying not to alert my other passenger to what was going on.

It didn't stop her entirely, but at least her hand stayed more on my knee than higher up, and I could just about cope with that, or at least enough to get Gemma home, waiting while she weaved up to her front door and got through it, and then headed to get Tess back too. Once there was no audience, she got frisky again, her hands now roaming my chest over my shirt. I gasped as her fingers settled and pinched gently at a nipple, and tried not to swerve the car as I fought her off again.

"Tess, stop it. I love that you want me, but not when I'm driving."

I heard a grumpy noise, but she settled back into her seat, trying to sulk, but it was just funny to me. I wasn't kidding about loving what she was doing -- any time she had her hands on me was heaven -- but I really couldn't do two things at once when one of them had to take all my concentration.

She continued her mock sulk when we got to her house, refusing to get out of the car. She underestimated me, because I just unclipped her seatbelt and pulled her into my arms, carrying her the rest of the way and into the house. I enjoyed the feel of her in my arms, even when she didn't respond, and set her down on the sofa and went to get her a coffee, hoping it might help to sober her up a little.

I never got chance to find out if it would work, she ignored the coffee when I put it down, and pulled me to her. My body reacted again to her closeness, and I struggled to keep control. I didn't want this, somehow my head was sure of that even if my body and my cock were trying to persuade me otherwise. I needed her to be as responsive as she had been the first time we were together, not just drunk and horny, and reluctantly I began to pull away.

One of her hands grabbed at my arm to keep me still, the other went straight to the tent in my trousers and made me gasp my surprise and pleasure. I snatched at her wrist to hold her still.

"Don't do that love, please. I don't want it to be like this."

She looked annoyed. "I want you to fuck me Dan, it's been too long. I need to feel you inside me."

Electricity coursed through my body at her words, but my brain was still in control.

"I don't want to fuck you," I told her, seeing her face fall. "I want to make love with you, and that can't be like this, you're too drunk, you'll barely remember it tomorrow. I need us to do this right this time, not like before, and when you were sober you wanted to wait, you'll only regret it. Let me take you to bed so you can curl up in my arms, and I promise you when we do take that step, it will be so incredible all we will want is to do it again, and again, and again!"

"Since when do you turn down the advances of a woman you want, no matter how drunk they are."

"Since I realised how much I love you. I need the first time with a woman I love to be special and memorable to both of us. Please, let me just hold you tonight."

I knew I was begging again, but I hoped that my words would have some effect even on her drunken mind. It was probably crazy that I was even thinking this way, but I did want what I said. A one-night stand didn't matter, but the rest of our lives had to start with something perfect.

It wasn't clear whether she had relented by intent, or just started to spin out, but she finally nodded at me, somehow getting to her feet and staggering up to her room. I followed anxiously as she bounced off the walls on her way, worried especially as she climbed the stairs, my hands out ready to catch her if I needed to, but she made it unaided.

She had her back to me and started throwing off clothes as soon as she saw her bed. I didn't think she'd appreciate help and it wouldn't make it easy for me to leave her alone if I did, so I just watched as she stripped, catching my breath when it became apparent she wasn't stopping at her underwear. The vision of her naked back and buttocks had my cock rising despite all my good intentions, and then she turned and I was presented with the full view of her, naked, gorgeous, and all mine.

There was a small smirk on her face that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and when her eyes flitted down to my crotch and her grin widened I was sure she did.

"Yes, you turn me on, but I meant what I said downstairs. I'm not doing this now Tess, and you'll thank me for that in the morning. Let's go to sleep."

Her smile softened, and she wasn't teasing me any longer, just enjoying being with me. I hoped her libido was now under control, because mine was on the edge of taking over, and I really had to remind myself that I didn't want it. She looked somehow sweet and innocent now, no longer leering and coming on to me.

"You have too many clothes on for bed," she told me.

I stripped then, and the way she looked at me, it sent shivers down my spine. I'd cooked her breakfast naked and her eyes had been all over me then, but now it felt more sensual and less amusing. Steeling myself not to pounce on her I took off all but my boxers, resting my thumbs in the waistband of them to wait for her opinion. I liked the idea of us both being naked, but she'd have to approve it first.

"Aren't you worried about me taking advantage of you if you're totally naked?"

"I'm sure I can control the both of us if I need to," I replied, checking for her approval before I removed the last thread of clothing from my body.

Her eyes blazed with lust and I wondered if it had been a good idea after all. I liked the idea of us curling up naked, but realistically if she really started to play with me I would end up doing my thinking with my dick rather than my rational mind. He was already more than a little interested in the fact the beautiful woman we both wanted was standing in front of me without a stitch on.

Steeling myself to resist temptation, I walked past her and got into bed. I could almost feel her gaze on me, and I heard a low moan at the sight of my backside, already knowing she liked it. I slid between the covers and over to the side I had been directed to last night, lifting the duvet after me to encourage her to get in beside me. She didn't hesitate, and a moment later I felt her warm body pressing tight to mine.

It was nearly perfect, feeling her body against me like this, seeing the love and desire in her gaze. It was just the fact her eyes were also glazed slightly thanks to the alcohol rather than me that took the edge off. Soon, I thought, soon it will only be me and I'll be able to do what I need to with her.

I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, an arm around her waist, and tried to will my cock to deflate. She moved against me, her arm and leg winding around me. The movement of her leg opened her thighs and brought her warm pussy so close to my balls, I could almost feel the heat radiating from her. Her face burrowed into my chest and I felt a couple of kisses against it. 

When I didn't respond, even though I wanted to, she relaxed and unwound her leg, but kept her arm around me. 

"It was worth a try," she muttered.

"Believe me, you are making it very hard to resist, but you know I'm right about this."

"You shouldn't use words like 'hard' right now, I can feel you against me and it isn't enough."

"It's enough for tonight love."

"Okay. Just hold me tight."

"Always."

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I woke for the second morning in a row to something I knew I wanted forever. She was warm and her skin smooth beneath my hands where I was still holding her tight to me. She'd barely moved in the night and was still pressed against me, and part of me was still pressed against her. I moved back a little to get myself away from her, and my groan of pleasure at the feel of her skin sliding against me was met by a groan from her that didn't sound at all good.

The moan just got worse when she began to open her eyes, and she only managed to squint up at me. I smiled, amused, and kissed the top of her head.

"Would you like some painkillers?" I asked her, as quietly as I could.

My question was answered with another groan which I interpreted as a yes, so I headed to find some in her bathroom and returned with them and a glass of water that she gulped down gladly, sitting up only as far as she needed to. Even like this, hungover and tired, she looked good, but she'd looked a lot better the morning before. When she lay back down I joined her, holding her and almost falling back to sleep myself.

"You're the perfect gentleman when you want to be," she murmured.

"Good thing too, when you become such a tease with a few drinks in you!"

She groaned again, and I knew she remembered at least some of how she had behaved last night.

"Sorry about that."

"There is no need to apologise. I love that you want me so badly, even if it was only because you were drunk that you let it show."

Her dark eyes locked with mine.

"I do want you sober too you know. I just want to take things a bit slower, and I forgot that after a few vodkas."

"I noticed!"

"It's all Gemma's fault, I should never have gone out with her. I definitely shouldn't have brought her to the restaurant." Her eyes went wide after that, memories surfacing. "God, she was flirting with you. I let her flirt with you."

"I wasn't flirting with her Tess," I replied, worried she might think I'd enjoyed the attention.

"I know. She's just like that. She even tried it on with Charlie, didn't she?"

"More than tried it on, she grabbed a good handful of his backside when he tried to get away from her!"

She groaned yet again. "I'm gonna have to apologise for her behaviour. Sorry baby."

"It's okay. I didn't like it, and to be honest I didn't like that you didn't stop her either, but you'd both had a few."

"You wanted me to come to your defence against a woman flirting with you?" she asked, seeming surprised.

"No. I guess at that moment I wanted you to warn her off your man."

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, and a teasing smile formed on her face.

"Ah, you wanted me to get all possessive and claim you! I did. Eventually. I think you're old enough to look after yourself though."

"I am. It just makes me feel really good to hear you say that I'm yours."

Lust blazed in her eyes. "You are most definitely mine Dan," she almost purred. "I might not have minded her flirting a little, but there is no way another woman is getting her hands on you again."

I let out a little laugh at that, even as my body was buzzing with ways I could be claiming her back, the physical type of claiming I knew we didn't want right then. I had to kiss her though, a reward to both of us. She moaned softly into my mouth at the first touch of my lips on hers, and I increased the passion, needing to leave us both breathless and panting when I finally released her. 

"Your kisses are perfect," she mumbled as we parted. "They might be the best hangover cure ever!"

I chuckled at that, not sure they were curing so much as distracting, but it didn't matter which if she was enjoying them, so I gave her some more. She eventually pulled away from me, looking at me with such desire I knew those kisses were turning her on and she was probably as wet as I was erect. I could feel her nipples were hard as they were poking into my chest. 

"You're not planning on seducing me to work off that hangover, are you?"

"Not planning to, no. It did cross my mind though, and if we don't get out of bed I might end up trying it. I have a feeling you'll knock me back again though."

"I would. This still isn't right and if you didn't agree you would have tried something by now."




Another Changed Life Ch. 04



"Damn you and your morals! Why can't you just take advantage of a horny woman who wants you?!"

Good question. Perhaps just a little advantage. I rolled on top of her, getting hold of her wrists as I went and dragging her arms up and over her head. I was acutely aware of the fact we were both naked and if it had been possible to get any harder I'm sure my dick would have done it. Tess didn't struggle or complain, and I knew she would let me do whatever I wanted. 

I couldn't resist her totally, her mere presence turned me on, but her naked body beneath mine and her soft pants while she waited for me to do something, anything, was both wonderful and torture. Thinking back to the previous morning I realised what I could take now, without this going too far. I kissed her hard before starting to trail my kisses down her body. With my weight largely off her as I moved she shifted too, and her legs drifted open in an invitation I dearly wanted to take up.

I supported my body over hers, one knee between her legs to keep them apart and my lips travelling down the valley between her breasts. She moaned just at that so I took them in my hands, gently stroking and squeezing as I rubbed my thumbs over the erect nipples. I wanted a taste then, to have them in my mouth not just my hands, and I licked across one to a cry of pleasure. 

Determined to make her feel good, to make her come like she had done to me yesterday, I suckled at her breasts, teasing each nipple in turn. She started to wriggle beneath me, her body rubbing on my hard cock, and although I had the feeling that was what she was begging for it still didn't seem right, so I moved my hand so I could work that on and into her instead. She was so wet and ready for me I nearly gave into the temptation to sink deep inside her.

Instead I pushed two fingers into the heat and rubbed a thumb across her bud. She froze for a moment, before taking a deep breath. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and panting in between her moans and cries. I wished I could see her face better, but I didn't want to stop playing with her breasts now that I had the chance again, and she clearly loved that almost as much as me starting to fuck her with my fingers while I teased her clit.

As her cries and pants became harder and faster I increased the speed and force of what I was doing to her, needing to see and feel her come underneath me. It was all about her pleasure, and although I was hard and aching I didn't feel the need to do anything for myself. She was so beautiful like this, lost in the pleasure I was able to give her, I felt so proud and glad that she would allow me to be with her.

Finally, all the stimulation was too much for her sensitised body. She cried out my name, sending a shudder of pleasure through me, and her body tensed. I felt the contractions of her pussy around my fingers and I slowed my movements, not willing to stop entirely when I knew I could do so much for her. I raised my head from her breasts just to see her face, sated and smiling, and waited for her eyes to open. There was such depth of feeling in the dark chocolate pools I was taken aback by it.

Moving my hand, I wanted to find somewhere to dry it, but she wrapped her legs around me to stop me from going anywhere. I was balanced above her now, not touching except my wrist against her side and our legs entwined. Her gaze was locked with mine, and neither of us spoke for what seemed like a very long time.

"Aren't you going to finish this?" she finally asked, stroking her hand gently down my erect cock.

I sucked in a breath, surprised and pleased at the sensation, but still not wanting to do this when she was hungover.

"Please don't," I gasped out, "I'll come all over you in seconds."

I saw a flash of something in her eyes, lust or teasing I wasn't quite sure until she spoke, when I realised it was both.

"I'd like that."

"What?" I stammered. She hadn't let go of my erection and I was having trouble concentrating on her words.

"If you're not going to fuck me then I'd like you to come on me."

She lay back, her gorgeous body displayed passive in front of me, while my brain tried to process what she was asking. Seeing as I was making no move she decided to urge me on.

"Dan, I want you to stroke yourself until you come over me. Take that beautiful hard cock in your hand and finish yourself off, mark me as yours."

I let out some kind of feral growl at her words, and had my cock in my hand as requested before I even had chance to think about it further. I saw her watching me, her eyes glued to my movements, and I knew I couldn't last long when she was looking at me with such lust after all the teasing so far this morning. I groaned as my body tensed, then watched as I did as she requested, trails of my cum landing on her breasts and stomach.

"Oh god Tess," I moaned as I saw the sticky trails on her gorgeous body, and then again as she dipped one finger into it and brought it to her lips. I shuddered as she licked her finger clean with a sexy grin on her face, a couple more drops of cum finding their way out of my softening cock onto her. 

"You like that, don't you," she murmured in possibly the sexiest voice I'd ever heard. "You made me all dirty."

The smile on her face told that she loved it as well, and as much as I'd just come I started to wonder if I could do it again just from her words. I was still shaking and breathing hard and her reactions weren't helping me to calm down. I wondered just how long I was going to be able to control myself with her.

"You need a shower," I told her. "It seems only fair that I clean you off since I made all this mess."

"You must have read my mind!"

I got up, helping her to stand too, unable to resist pulling her into my arms and claiming another kiss. I felt the cool and sticky cum on her but it didn't put me off in the slightest, it really did feel like I had marked her somehow as mine and that felt really good. The fact she had teased me into it and clearly enjoyed it too made me wonder what other kinks she had, and then realise I'd never had that thought before. I led the way to the shower, contemplating how much she had changed me.

"While I like the strong and silent type, what just happened?" she asked as I turned on the water, still deep in thought.

I turned and grinned at her, making sure she knew it was nothing to worry about by my expression.

"I just realised how I'd never done anything like that before. Not the cum, obviously, but bothered to find out little things like that which turn a lover on. I guess everyone has their preferences, but it never occurred to me to find out what they are before now. I can't wait to find out what else you enjoy!"

She grinned back at me. "You'll have to wait and see, for the main part. There is one other thing you could do for me right now though."

"Anything," I said with conviction.

"Wash my hair for me? I know it's not exactly sexual, but I do love it."

"Hey, anytime I get to touch you is sexual to me! Must be love."

Her gaze went from teasing to intense in just those few words. She didn't take her eyes off me as she stepped under the shower, and suddenly I was treated to the sight I had only imagined the previous morning. She was beautiful naked already but the water cascading over her curves, caressing every inch of her skin, made me want to follow each droplet and lick them up. She probably saw the gleam in my eyes as I thought about it and her hand stretched out towards me.

"You going to keep staring or come do some of those things you are thinking about?"

That spurred me into action, but licking her all over didn't quite seem like the right thing to do at that moment.

"I like looking, but I think I should wash your hair."

"How long are we going to be stuck in foreplay?" she asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

I thought about it, not really sure what to say. I wanted her a lot, but I was enjoying getting to know her in so many ways, only some of them sexual. 

"I don't know baby. In some ways I'm loving this part of things, teasing and getting to know you better. That doesn't mean I don't want us to make love, but I'm still dealing with the fact that this is enough for me right now because being with you is so different to anything I've done before."

She pulled a face at me.

"So basically, you want me, but I'm the one woman you can be with and not have sex so you're relishing that right now."

"I guess so. Does that make any sense?"

"It makes some sense, but it's driving me crazy Dan. How can you look at me like you just did and not just take me?"

"With a great deal of self-control Tess. I do want you badly, but it hasn't quite seemed the right time yet."

"Just so long as the right time comes along eventually."

"I'm sure it will," I told her, wondering when that would be.

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Two weeks later, I was none the wiser. I barely managed to see her in the week when we both had to work, but most nights I'd been able to crawl into bed beside her no matter how late it was. Now that I could have that, sleeping and waking alone just didn't cut it. She usually woke me for a few kisses before she headed to work but I relished the weekends when she stayed in bed with me.

We were intimate in so many ways, never sleeping anything but naked, kissing and touching whenever we wanted and bringing each other to orgasm so many times, but I still hadn't found that perfect moment and she wasn't pushing it. Sometimes I thought I could see her willing me to take her, sometimes she made it more overt with the way she pressed her body against me, but I couldn't take that final step and it was starting to confuse me immensely.

I spent a frustrating Tuesday morning alone and headed to work, trying to get my head around what I was feeling. I did want her, but I was struggling to understand how it could happen when I wanted it to be at the perfect moment and that hadn't happened so far. I'd been totally naked on top of her several times and even that had not been enough. I was distracted through lunch service but thankfully I had a good team who could pick up the slack. It was only when we had the mid-afternoon lull that I realised my inattention had been noticed, at least by Charlie.

"Are you okay? Please tell me you haven't pissed Tess off already," he said.

I smiled at him. "No, definitely not. I'm just a bit confused right now."

"I'm here if you need to talk Dan. I won't tell anyone either, not even Mark. I've been told I'm a good listener, and trust me, if it is about Tess then it's still something of a sore subject with him."

I thought about it for a moment, and the offer seemed good. I needed to work this out and at least over the last few weeks I'd learned it does help to talk. I trusted Charlie too, and I knew that he'd changed Mark's life for the better, perhaps he'd have some insight into changing mine.

"I'd appreciate that. Can we get out of here for a bit?"

"Sure. Let me just go make our excuses. The kitchen won't be busy for the next hour or so and I'm sure they'll cope without us."

I headed outside straight away to wait for Charlie, deciding that I would have to be honest with him, if only to a point. He didn't need to know the details of what had happened, just where I was stuck. I just hoped he'd be able to see a way out. We didn't talk straight away, but I led the way to a park a minute or two away from work so we could sit in quiet.

"So, are you going to tell me?"

Even having decided to talk I found it difficult to start, and I stuttered a little before I could make any real sense.

"I love her Charlie. I know that. But I've never felt like this before and it's kind of going wrong because it's so right."

"I don't understand. What is going wrong?"

I looked at him properly, and he just seemed curious and I was sure he wasn't going to laugh. Well, fairly sure.

"This will sound insane, because I've already had sex with her, but I can't seem to find the right moment for it to happen again now that we are together. It has to be special but I don't know how to make it that way."

"So you haven't... um... haven't had sex? Done anything? I've seen you kiss her and it hardly looked like you were having trouble keeping your hands off her."

"I'm not. We've been doing plenty, just not all the way. Originally she told me no sex for a while, but now she's given me an open invitation more than once and I can't seem to take her up on it."

I heard a sharp exhale. "Jesus man, when did you last get laid?!"

I glared at him. "That is not the important issue here. What can I do to make everything perfect for her? That's all I need, not to be drunk and horny and fed up after a year of teasing like last time. She deserves so much more from me, and I need her to know how special she is and that I am not the same man she slept with before."

His eyes went wide at hearing that, but I guess it was the last thing he'd expect to hear me say. 

"Dan, she knows how much you have changed and that you love her. Perhaps this is a little simplistic, but it sounds more like you need to prove these things to yourself than to her."

"Perhaps I do, but that doesn't help me work out how to do it."

"Well, you said special, so what does she like? Candlelight dinner, flowers, long walks in the country? Hell, I don't know, but creating the mood in that kind of way?"

His suggestions caused a sudden moment of realisation and I put my head in my hands and let out a groan. I was such a moron.

"You mean like a date?" I muttered.

"Well obviously. I mean it's not exactly rocket science...or perhaps it is," he tailed off, looking at me. "You haven't gone on a date with her, have you?"

"No."

"Then maybe you just worked out exactly what you need. Perhaps that is what you haven't done right so far. It's pretty usual to start with a date or two before you end up in bed together, but you skipped that, and now you are actually seeing her it's just you two in private getting frisky."

"Yeah, I guess it is. Thanks Charlie. All I need to do now is work out what she enjoys."

I saw the smirk before he answered. "Not found chance to talk about that either?! I'll find out for you, if I can, and then you can surprise her."

"She'll know you're asking for me, that rather spoils the surprise."

"I'll ask Mark. He'll know."

"He's not going to help me woo Tess, he'd much rather point out my shortcomings to her."

Charlie smiled. "Possibly, but he will help me, with a little persuasion."

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That night, much as I wanted to, I didn't go to Tess. I knew if I did that I would be able to slip into her bed beside her and no matter how asleep she was she would cuddle up to me, but in that situation I couldn't think straight. I hated being alone in my bed now, but I needed to work out what was going on. I still couldn't believe I'd totally missed out the dating part. I'd asked her to date but we'd never so much as gone to a movie together, it was just nights spent in teasing each other and playing.

My work hadn't exactly helped either, with the stupid hours I had to do clashing with her normal daytime job. I couldn't fix that and I loved what I did, but I needed a bit of time off so I could treat her to some normality as well as something special that would hopefully bring us closer together. Ideally so close I would be able to make love to her like I wanted, no, needed, to do.

I didn't even have to beg for the weekend off, Mark offered. I dimly wondered exactly what Charlie had done, but figured it was probably sexual favours of some kind and I didn't need or want details of that. It gave me chance to put a plan together, but beyond cooking her a meal of things I knew she would love I was still none the wiser on what would be the perfect date for her. It was rubbish that I even needed help to find this out, but for a one time surprise I would cope and I'd just have to spend the rest of my life finding out every little thing that she loved.

"So? Please tell me you've got some ideas for me," I whispered when I saw Charlie. Not everyone needed to know what I was up to.

"Books, museums, wanders in the countryside. I have the perfect plan for a day out for you."

He laid out what sounded like an extremely good and well thought through plan. It relied on me having all of Saturday to take her out and that reminded me of how easy that had been.

"I've already got the weekend off. How did you get him to agree to that?"

Charlie coloured slightly. "You don't want the details! I knew you'd need it and trust me, it was great fun persuading Mark."

"You're right, I probably don't want details, but if it gets me something similar, I'm glad you took one for the team!"

"It was my pleasure!"

* * * * * *

Wednesday and Thursday, before and after work I planned our day out down to the last detail. I made her chocolates and ordered flowers, and organised food for a picnic hamper, making sure I packed her favourites. I spent so much time doing that I barely saw Tess, but I made sure I spoke to her and heard her sweet voice each night before I went to sleep in my bed alone. After Saturday I fully intended to be with her every single night.

I had to work most of the Friday shift, but I was allowed to leave early, and I carefully packed up the few items I had prepared at the restaurant for our date the next day. I would drop them off at my house to pick up on our way in the morning, and tonight I would sleep with my beautiful Tess in my arms again.

Just that thought meant I had a smile plastered on my face as I drove to her house and as I parked up. It was only when the key she had given me didn't open the door and I had to ring the doorbell I frowned, but at the first sight of her as she opened the door it came back. She looked gorgeous as always and I let my eyes trail up her body to remind myself of the sight. It had been too long. Mind you she didn't look anywhere near as happy to see me as I was to see her.

"I didn't think you'd come," she told me as we went inside.

"Why not? I've been here every weekend, and almost every night."

"Key phrase being almost. Where have you been the last few nights?"

That sounded like an accusation rather than a general enquiry.

"I had some things to do. I'm sorry if you wanted me here baby. I wanted to be here too, but it will all be worth it, I promise."

She looked right at me, and I could almost see the questions in her head, way more than she had actually asked. In fact, I was starting to get really worried about what she was thinking, and then she spoke.

"We need to talk."

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Another Changed Life Ch. 05



I'm sorry for the delay with this - life got in the way and I had trouble finishing it. This is the last chapter. Thanks to those who have commented or voted.

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5

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"We need to talk."

Pretty much the last thing that anyone wants to hear from their lover. That's the way you start the breakup conversation, and the way I'd made a few women in the past aware they were getting far too clingy for my liking and they either needed to accept it was just sex or leave me alone. Her saying it to me caused a physical pain in my chest, so much so that I sagged down and flopped onto the sofa, terrified to look up at her.

I think it made things worse when she took my hand. It felt like she was getting ready to console me as this ended, and for me it had come out of the blue. I couldn't see what I had done, and how me not sleeping with her for a handful of nights could possibly be ending something that was so good and meant to be. She couldn't do this to me, I'd sworn never to let a woman hurt me and the first time I let one into my heart she was going to break it.

"Dan, look at me," she said softly.

I raised my eyes so slowly, not sure I wanted to see her if this was going to be the last time I did. She looked upset too, and it made me feel slightly better that she was finding this hard.

"Promise me you haven't been with some other woman these last few nights."

"No! I can't even look at another woman without comparing her to you, and no-one else measures up. I thought you believed me, I don't want anyone else, you're everything I need."

I saw a flicker of something in her eyes then, but I didn't know what. Right now I was just hoping that if I could convince her this might not be the end.

"I guess I don't think you were with anyone else, I just don't understand why you haven't been with me. It's not like you don't have an open invitation to be here, or do anything you want with me, but you're holding back. I want to know why you won't make love to me."

"It needs to be perfect Tess, I can't just do it."

I heard her sigh.

"Perfect for who? I know it will be perfect, but you seem to be scared. I want you so badly, and I know you want me. What are you afraid of?"

Her words were so soft, but she'd got me figured out and I was sure she wouldn't settle for anything other than the truth. On top of that, I loved her, she deserved the truth. Thinking about what Charlie and I had discussed in the park, I knew I should tell her my realisations. I took a deep breath and grasped her hand securely.

"I'm afraid that I haven't changed enough, and if I do the one thing I do know how to do it will prove I'm not good enough for you. I've had sex so many times, but I'm not sure I can make love. I've been trying to come up with a way for it to be just right, to make sure you know how much you mean to me and that I am not the same man who used to flirt with you, I'm one who is in love with you."

"Baby, I know you love me. Every little thing we do together, for me, is so much more special than any time I've done it before. Don't you feel that way?"

"Yes, I do. I just...I worry I'm going to mess it up somehow and you won't want to be with me. I need to prove to myself that I'm a better person than I was and I deserve you."

"Of course you do, and you are. Maybe not a better person, but a changed one. You've always been a good person."

"All the things you make me feel, while I love them and I love you, they scare me sometimes. I never thought I could feel this way and I'm terrified it will go wrong somehow, that I will ruin it."

She gathered me into her arms then to comfort me, and I had the same moment I'd just described, the wonder of something so simple making me feel so good, and the realisation that she was the only one who could make me feel this way. Perhaps I didn't deserve her just yet, but I was going to work as hard as I could to make sure that I did.

"Dan, I'm sure you're not going to ruin this. You show me all the time how much you care, with every little look or touch. Don't think you're not the only one who's scared though, I've never felt like this either. I got worried when you didn't come to me the last few nights, thinking maybe you'd decided you didn't want to be with me, even though I spoke to you and I believed what you said. It's just the idea of someone else being responsible for so much of your happiness. I thought I was an independent woman but I need you so much I guess I can't be."

I found my eyes were pricking with tears at all the emotions flying around, but her admission she was also scared and insecure about this helped me not shed any. Not that I would have minded crying in front of her, but I didn't need to when this whole conversation proved we were in the same place and it was a good one.

"In a strange way, I'm glad I scare you too," I giggled, trying to break the tension.

"So, now we've established we both want this, and we're both scared, are you going to relax?" she asked, clearly teasing me.

"Now I know you're not breaking up with me, I think there's a good chance of that. Can I sleep with you curled up in my arms now? I've missed it."

I saw the disappointment on her face, and I kind of knew where she was coming from, but I needed to do our date tomorrow before we had sex and I was sure after this conversation and our first date that was going to happen.

"Not tonight, okay. We will, very soon, but we've got a lot to do tomorrow and we'll need a good night's sleep first."

"What are we doing tomorrow?"

"It's a surprise. A good one, I promise. To make things perfect."

She smiled at me then and stood, leading me to her bedroom. There was no more need to explain, she knew what it meant and she was happy, and when I settled down with her body against mine, I was too.

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I woke to insistent bleeps from my phone, reminding me I had to get up. I didn't want to because I had a warm, naked and beautiful Tess curled up with me, but she heard it too and started to stir. Her chocolate eyes opened and looked at me slightly sleepily.

"So, do I get my surprise now?" she murmured, stroking her hand down my back.

"Soon. Lots of surprises, I hope, but we have to get up first."

She slid away from me and got out of bed then, letting me see her naked body as she headed to the bathroom. I wanted to join her, but after our talk last night I thought there was a chance I would get carried away, and even though we both now understood the situation and I had no need to wait, it would be so much better after our date.

I stretched out myself and waited for her to return, pulling her into my arms when she reappeared wrapped in a towel.

"I didn't get my morning kiss," I grumbled, only half joking.

"That's true. How about you go brush your teeth and have a shower, and I'll give you one when you get back."

I raised an eyebrow at her words and laughed, but let her go so I could get cleaned up. I wanted to look respectable today, but to be honest, I'd picked clothes I knew she liked. My jeans and jumper hugged my body to best effect and I knew she'd be looking. The jumper was really soft wool and she'd never failed to stroke it when I'd worn it before -- I was hoping it would have the same effect today, wanting her hands on me.

While I was in the shower and dressing she had got dressed too and gone to the kitchen to make tea and toast. I didn't want a heavy breakfast as we would probably be eating quite a bit today, if I had my way. I settled down across the table from her, nibbling on the food as I took in how pretty she was. She'd gone with jeans as well, with a little strappy top that displayed a beautiful amount of cleavage, and a warmer zip up top over it. Right now the zip was totally down and I could see almost directly down the smaller one, wondering if she knew what effect that sight had on me.

One look up at her face confirmed she did, and she was amused by it. I was tempted to make some comment, but decided on retaliation, picking up our plates and taking them over to the sink, knowing she would be admiring the way my jeans were tight across my buttocks. A glance back confirmed she was looking exactly where I expected, and I waited with an amused look on my face until her eyes travelled upwards.

"I dressed for you too," I told her.

"Thank you!" she replied, grinning at me before her eyes dropped down again. 

I shook my hips to emphasise what she was looking at and heard her musical laughter behind me as I washed up.

Job complete, I turned to look at her properly, and realised I still hadn't had my kiss. I walked over and held out my hand for hers, pulling her gently to her feet when she took it, and as soon as she was upright, into my arms. This was where I would always have her it if was possible, especially since every single time she pressed her body right to mine and it fitted perfectly. 

Her hands were pressed to my chest, not pushing me away, more as those she was trying to protect herself slightly from what I could do to her. I wanted my kiss, but there was too much of her skin exposed for me to go straight for her lips. I bent my head to the side, teasing my tongue across her shoulder and placing gentle kisses up her neck, delighting in the soft sigh she let out at my touches. I nibbled at her ear and that caused a shiver. 

Her hands now were padding at my chest, kind of like a kitten does and it was so cute I couldn't wait any longer. I made sure to kiss every little bit of skin along her jaw on my way to suck her bottom lip between mine. Her tongue flicked out at that move, trying to make it's way into taste me too, and that was too much. My hand slid into her hair as I took possession of her mouth, teasing her lips as I tilted her head slightly back with my hand.

That she let me hold her this way and her reactions to my touches had me almost losing my senses. She drove me wild and I wondered how I could ever have doubted myself. I could easily make love to her, the things she made me feel I had never experienced before and every little touch was filled with love. Even kissing her like this was a world away from anything I had done before.

Reluctantly I let my lips leave hers, pulling back to see her dark eyes looking at me with love, her lips swollen with kisses. I groaned as I fought my desire to take her right there, or at the very least take a lot longer to pleasure her right now, but that would be torture for both of us and I really wanted the day I had taken so long to plan. At the end of the day, well I guessed I had already made that promise and I fully intended to keep it.

"We need to go baby, We've got lots to do today."

"You promise it will be fun?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Aside from you having to spend it with me, it's going to be wonderful!" I teased.

"I can always go on my own and tell you about it later!"

"You aren't going to get rid of me that easily baby. I'm going to treat you to lots of things you'll love and then we're going to make love when we get home."

"Do we have to go?" she asked, not entirely joking.

I kissed her quickly to avoid temptation, but I was amused by her response.

"You'll enjoy today, all of it, and I've spent ages working out how to make this perfect for you. Please let me do this. I haven't taken you out once, despite all my good intentions."

She looked at me surprised, and I realised that was news to her as well.

"We haven't, have we? Not one date, despite all that we do together. I guess it's just been so much fun and felt so right I hadn't noticed, but you're right, we should."

"Don't worry about not realising, I only did when I talked to Charlie."

Her smile was teasing.

"So, how much of today is his idea?"

I blushed, which was not the best response as it just made her laugh.

"Not entirely, but I guess he did have some input. I didn't even know what you enjoyed doing, which made me feel worse about not treating you right. Plus he was instrumental in me getting the time off work, although we agreed not to discuss exactly what he had to do for Mark in return."

She laughed even harder then.

"I'm sure he didn't mind! I don't mind that you asked for help either baby, honestly. If it makes you feel better, Mark came to me when he was first trying to get Charlie to date him."

That was interesting news, and I was glad I wasn't the only one who hadn't had a clue. Mind you, it just reinforced the fact that living life the way I had before Tess, and Mark had before Charlie, didn't exactly prepare us for finding the one person we wanted to be with and knowing how to treat them right.

Smiling too now, relaxed in the knowledge that she wasn't upset with me and we were going to have the most amazing day, I took her hand and started to lead her out of the house, handing her a coat on the way. 

The first stop was at my house and I left her in the car while I dashed inside to get the food and put it in the boot. That was only one of her surprises, and I hoped I had plenty of her favourites in there, all handmade. She certainly wouldn't be able to fault me for lack of effort, but judging by the way she looked at me, and how her hand stayed in mine for most of the journey, except when I had to change gear, she wasn't going to be disappointed.

I was surprised she didn't ask where we were going, but as I got to the main roads I had a feeling she knew anyway, or at least had a good idea, she was just letting me present it as a surprise. When we turned off the main roads and I followed the route to a parking spot the grin on her face started getting broader. I was going to have to remember to thank Charlie profusely.

"First stop, shopping," I said to her once I had parked.

To be honest, this was the bit I was dreading. A town centre full of different shops and giving her free rein to wander, I had visions of sitting outside changing rooms in shop after shop while she tried on a million things I was supposed to express some opinion on. For her, I would put up with it, at least just this once. She smiled at me, eyes sparkling.

"You don't look happy about it," she teased. "Let this be the first thing you learn about me today, I don't shop like a girl."

I didn't really know what that meant, but it didn't exactly reassure me. I'd been shopping with women before, and I'd always hated it, from my mum and sister to my first and only girlfriend before Tess. I could feel myself already becoming the fed up teenage boy being dragged around after them and left to carry the bags. My mood only deepened when she headed for a clothes shop almost straight away, but I tried to look happy and remind myself today was about her, not me.

I hovered as close to the door as I could without making it too obvious I didn't want to be in there, but I was enjoying watching her no matter where she was. She wandered between the racks, her hand trailing through some of the clothes, occasionally stopping to examine something in a little more detail, and after no more than five minutes she walked back to me smiling, taking my hand and leading me out of there.

"You can try things on if you want Tess, I don't really mind."

"I was just having a quick look for anything interesting. I don't really like clothes shopping, and if things don't grab my eye straight away I don't bother. There is one thing I want to try on though, in a shop down the road. That won't take long."

She probably couldn't see the look of disbelief on my face, but since she bypassed several more clothes places and the next one she took me in was a record shop I was starting to realise she was serious. When she headed for the rock and metal music I couldn't help but smile.

"Are you sure you're really a girl?" I asked her.

She laughed. "I did tell you. But you've seen every inch of me, do you have any reason to doubt it?"

I didn't, but I couldn't reply right then because the images that came to mind of her naked body were more than a little distracting, especially when she was staring right at me with those gorgeous dark eyes. The urge to kiss her was strong but I was brought out of the moment by someone asking to get past me, and when I looked back her gaze was less intense and I was far more aware we were not alone.

It turned out Charlie had been right about her love of books, and she led the way into most of them. I didn't mind this, she did just go straight for the things she found interesting and scout through them quickly, picking up anything she wanted and deciding there and then to buy it or not. Not like any woman I'd ever shopped with before and I found myself falling for her more and more each moment. 

Her taste in books was just like mine too, and when we met up in the sci-fi section I bit my tongue as I saw what she had picked up. Her reaction was an amused 'snap', but I wanted to ask her if there was any reason to buy two when I wanted to move in with her. Although I often thought about being with her every night, somehow I'd not made that leap before, and now that I realised I almost started planning where all my things would fit in her house. I stayed quiet, thinking it was a little too soon for that, seeing as I still had to be certain I could make love with her.

When she finally did drag me back to look at clothes, I barely worried about it, sure she wouldn't take long. In fact it was a case of straight to the thing she wanted to try, a blue dress that I would admit to paying little attention to, and off to the changing rooms. I didn't even mind waiting for her to show me what it looked like, and I seemed more relaxed than the other two guys who were waiting. They looked just as fed up of shopping as I had expected to be by now.

I was struck dumb when she came back out, wearing the dress that I now couldn't take my eyes off. Blue satin draped beautifully over every one of her curves, falling almost to the floor. It was fitted very nicely at the top, emphasising the swell of her breasts although it didn't reveal much, and then flowed out over her hips and down. 

I swallowed hard as she turned, the back view just as gorgeous, the dress leaving a lot of her back uncovered, and again tight over her lower back until it spread out. Perfect, and mine, that was all I could think. She turned back, eyes sparkling and clearly happy with my reaction.

"So, you like?" she asked.

"Uh huh," was my less than eloquent response. I was wondering if it would be possible to take her back into those changing rooms and do a lot more than look at her, but I doubted I'd get past the middle-aged woman on the door. Nor was I going to make our first time that cheap.

"I've been wondering whether I should get it, it's gorgeous, but I'm not going to have many places to wear it."

"I'll take you anywhere you want to go," I promised, still fighting my desire.

"It's also a lot of money, well, compared to what I normally spend. But, if it puts a look like that on your face, it's going to be worth it! I'll get changed back and see you in a moment."

I barely noticed what she said, although I did pay a lot of attention as she left. Wow. I wondered if I could talk her into wearing that for me later tonight, so I could stroke it and worship the skin it revealed before it slipped to the floor and I had her naked in my arms. 

These weren't the best thoughts to be having right now, I realised as I got a funny look from one of the guys waiting with me. Actually, it looked a little like jealousy and that amused me. The fact that other people saw her beauty but she was mine made me feel really good, but also reminded me how much I had to make sure I deserved her.

While she paid, and I tried to distract myself from the thoughts I had been having which were definitely not suitable for a public place, or at least the reaction they caused wasn't, I wandered a little, very nearly in my distracted state walking right into the women's underwear section. That wasn't going to help me calm down, because anything that appealed I was going to imagine Tess wearing. 




Another Changed Life Ch. 05



Backing up though I noticed what one of the mannequins was displaying, and that had my imagination running wild again. Tess found me trying not to look at it, but failing dismally, and laughed.

"Perhaps this wasn't the best place to bring you today! I can't wear that."

"Why not?" I wondered aloud. In my imagination it suited her perfectly.

"I can't wear red underwear under a blue dress. It breaks all the rules!"

She knew how much she was driving me wild right now, and the effect that dress had on me, let alone the fact we were nearly at the end of my self-imposed celibacy, and her teasing just made me want to get her back. I leaned close to whisper in her ear, breathing in her scent at the same time.

"Then at dinner you wear the dress, without underwear, and afterwards you can change into that and nothing else."

She was no longer teasing when I checked, her eyes were showing the same sort of feelings I was having about her.

"One condition."

"Anything," I told her.

"I'm not the only one in my underwear after dinner. In fact, if I get that red lace, you have to wear something I pick for you."

"That sounds fair," I replied, nuzzling at her ear and hearing the change in her breathing at my closeness. 

I took a step back from her to remove temptation. Now was not the time, but soon, very soon.

* * * * * * 

The rest of the day I kept myself under control, but I had the most fun with her. We did go to a museum, and she surprised me at every turn with what she was interested in and the things she knew. I learned more in one day than I probably had over the last year, even including the time we had been dating. If I hadn't already realised how little I'd found out so far I'd probably have annoyed myself again. Making the effort to do things with her other than get naked and go to bed was extremely rewarding. 

When we were all out of things to do in town, and faster than I thought since I had anticipated a lot of shopping, we went back to the car, adding the few bags to the boot. That dress that made Tess even more beautiful than I thought possible, and the new underwear for both of us would come in handy later on, but right now it was time to get going.

I drove us a little way out of the centre, having worked out a place we could picnic by the side of the river. It was a gorgeous spot and with perfect company and good home-cooked food, what more could we want? I carried the cooler for a little way until we found a spot under some trees, away from anyone else and in some shade from the sun which was surprisingly hot.

Spreading out a blanket, I encouraged Tess to sit between my legs leaning back on me, so that I could help to feed her all the things I had prepared. The food was for her pleasure, but I knew her reaction to it would be mine. She giggled as I fed her bits from my fingers, but I made sure I got plenty of food as well. She just sighed as I finished with the sandwiches and other savouries, and I nuzzled her neck a little, kissing softly to make her moan.

"You've done perfectly today you know," she told me. "I've loved every moment so far."

"Me too. I wanted to do something for you, and I put a lot of thought into getting it right."

"You do realise anything with you would have been good? I'm not expecting you to change your whole life for me, or do things like this all the time."

"I know that, but I want to change my life for you, I already have. It makes both of us happy, and I love pampering you."

I heard her giggle again, music to my ears.

"You're a big softie, aren't you?"

"I don't know about that. Not all of me is soft, especially not when you are lying against me like this!"

"Tease," she mumbled. "I hope I'm going to get that later, but just in case you are getting any ideas, I'm not up for al fresco sex."

"Me neither. I need to have you all to myself love. That said, I have been missing your kisses."

She turned her head and body slightly, smiling at me, and pressed her lips to mine. From that tiny contact we both let out a quiet moan, and she nestled against me, arms around each other and tenderly exchanging touches. Having her in my arms and our lips moving against each other was heaven, and the longer it went on the closer she worked her body against me. It fitted perfectly, as always, and I held her tighter, unwilling to let go.

It was her that moved away first, although she didn't go far. Her eyes kept staring at me, and the gaze was so intense, so full of love, it made me warm inside. She cared so much for me it showed and she seemed to be glowing in the muted sunshine, her highlighted hair shining where the rays broke through the leaves above us. She was my angel.

"We need to stop doing that Dan, you're making me feel like doing things we can't do in public."

Her slight blush at her admission she was as turned on as me made me grin, and I planted a quick kiss on her lips to reassure her.

"I feel like that too. How about some pudding as a distraction? Your choice of fruit or chocolate truffles, although I know which I'd prefer to feed you, and I did make them by hand."

"You can make chocolates too? Where have you been all my life?"

"I was waiting for you Tess."

I smiled, she didn't look so happy at what I said.

"I kept you waiting, you mean? I wouldn't just spread my legs for you the first time you asked, like everyone else did."

"No baby, that's not what I meant, I just needed to be with you to find this side of myself. I don't know, we can never know, if this would have happened if you had given into me straight away. I'm glad you didn't, because it was what marked you out as special when we finally did. Like I said before, you weren't the first to refuse me, but you were the first I kept trying with. I must always have known you were what I needed, somehow."

"Sorry. I don't know why I said that."

"It's okay. We can both be scared sometimes, it's all really new, but I do know I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Me neither. I love you."

"I love you too. And, I made chocolates to make sure you don't change your mind!"

"I don't think I'm going to, but chocolate is a good form of bribery!"

* * * * * *

I didn't want to leave our little idyll by the river, especially not after feeding her chocolates one by one. I had no idea why it was so erotic, but perhaps it was the chef part of me coming to the fore, and being able to create something that gave her so much pleasure. Or perhaps it was just foreplay in a strange way, seeing her eyes half-shut and her smile as the chocolates melted in her mouth. The chocolate flavour kisses I got afterwards didn't hurt either.

By the time we packed up the blanket and the remnants of our lunch, it was late afternoon, and we walked slowly hand-in-hand back to the car. I was nervous about what was going to happen later, strangely, even though I wanted nothing more than to feel myself inside her again. It felt like the first time again, or perhaps more than that, this meant so much more than ever before.

She squeezed my hand, almost as though she knew what I was thinking, or perhaps she wanted the reassurance too. After all we had talked about I knew she was feeling very similar to me about everything, even down to the nerves, but there was also a great deal of anticipation, and we shared teasing and loving glances all the way back and whenever I could during the trip home.

I knew my house was already set up for our dinner, and she followed me inside, grinning when she saw the table already dressed with candles.

"You already fed me once!"

"I know, but that was just snacks, and I haven't made us a heavy meal, I just thought it would be romantic. Aren't you going to get changed for dinner?" I finished with a wink.

"I guess so, but you'd better not wreck my dress before I've even had chance to wear it out of the house. Hands off, okay?"

"How about I promise only to touch the skin it shows off so temptingly?"

She gave me a look that was a not very serious warning. I knew she liked to have my hands on her, and given how much of her shoulders and back the dress revealed, I was fairly sure I could have her desperate to get out of it with very little effort. I just wasn't sure how long I would be able to deal with her looking that good without trying.

It was easy to distract myself for a little while by starting to warm the food I'd already prepared. I hadn't prepared a great deal for us, but it would keep us occupied for a while so we could talk and get comfortable, or at least I could. There was something driving me tonight that had never been there before, a need that I knew I couldn't control and I didn't have to. Even though it had taken a long time for me to get there, I knew I was going to make love with her tonight.

* * * * * * 

Tess

I was shaking with a strange combination of nerves and excitement as I headed off to change. Despite my comments, I didn't mind if he touched me, in fact I was desperate for it, and after today I didn't need to worry that the reason he wasn't was because he had changed his mind. I thought he was fighting getting too involved with me, and perhaps in some way he was, but only his own fears about it.

I got scared when he didn't come to my bed for a few nights, and I although I thought I could trust him, it didn't stop the thoughts running around my head of him going to someone else. It was me being insecure, but he had put me straight, both by his explanation last night and the way he had been today.

In fact, today had been far more wonderful than I could ever imagine. It was an opportunity for us to get to know one another better, but even I had been surprised when he pointed out we hadn't yet been on a date. Now he had treated me to several dates in one day and every little thing had been done with so much care to show how much he loved me. It still seemed he was proving that to himself more than to me, but perhaps I did also need the reassurance.

I twirled in front of the mirror in my new dress, taking a moment to sort out my hair and make-up while I was there too. I wanted him to see me looking my best tonight. The dress had been on my mind but I never would have bought it if not for the look on his face when he saw me in it. Who would have thought I could render Dan speechless? 

He looked so cute all day that I had trouble keeping my hands off him too, and some of our teasing, particularly about what I was going to wear this evening and our discussions of underwear, were turning me on just as much as I knew he was. Last night he had pretty much promised tonight would be the end of us waiting, and I was already getting wet and ready for him just at the thought of that. He could do things to my body that no other man had ever managed.

Coming down the stairs, I could hear him in the kitchen, pretty much his favourite place to be, perhaps second only to in bed with me, humming happily to himself. His eyes went wide again when he saw me and I realised this dress really had been a good investment, although if I ever did wear it out of the house I might not be able to control him. He pulled me close, keeping his hands as promised to my back where the satin was cut away.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured in my ear, "and this dress suits you perfectly."

"What are you doing?" I gasped out as I felt his hands bunching the material and drawing it up my leg. 

His hand was soon on my skin, sliding higher and higher while I forgot to breathe at his touches, every movement electric.

"Just checking for underwear. Didn't want you to be backing out on our deal."

I squeaked as his hand rose higher, checking at the side and then reaching back to stoke across my backside. His little growl of pleasure as he found I was naked under the dress echoed through my body. 

"Nice. I'm going to be remembering the feel of your skin all through dinner. Do you want to sit down and I'll serve?"

"Don't I get a kiss from my waiter first?"

He laughed, but I got what I wanted, a tease of our lips and his tongue playing with the tip of mine for nowhere near long enough before he pulled away again and made it clear I had to sit down to get my food. His eyes were on me all the way through the meal, and I couldn't stop looking at him either, he looked so good to me. 

Each time he delivered more food his hand rested on my back, touching me fleetingly before sitting down himself. Each touch and every look was making me more and more desperate for further touches, more intimate ones, him in any way I could have him. We had been in foreplay for far too long for either of us to cope much longer, but he seemed to be enjoying the build-up, or perhaps just wanted to get me begging.

I doubt I tasted much of the food, which was a pity, but I just needed him too much to concentrate on anything other than his body, drinking in the sight of his tight clothes every time he stood and watching the muscles move underneath them. I knew what he looked like naked, I'd felt every inch of him, but every movement seemed to be sensual.

"That's all the food love. How about we change and have some coffee?"

"I'll start on it, you can go first," I replied, eager to see more of him than his current outfit allowed. Most of him in fact, if the underwear I had got for him was as tight as I hoped. He didn't argue, and when he reappeared I discovered I had been right.

I loved his chest anyway, the fur across his pecs and running in a line across his stomach and leading down in a trail I had followed more than once over the last few weeks. He was so sexy, not chiselled to the extreme but just the right amount of muscle and tone that made my hands itch to touch. The soft knitted boxers I'd got for him highlighted all his best features, hiding the end of the treasure trail and showing a delightful bulge that proved he was at least partly erect. 

I licked my lips and he almost looked embarrassed at how I was looking at him, but the obvious twitch and growth in the boxers showed he liked it.

"Turn around," I asked.

The back view was almost better than the front, his strong back tapering to his hips and his gorgeous arse just begging to be squeezed. I didn't resist this time, taking a handful before he could turn back around, which just meant that as he turned my hand brushed across his cock. I heard the sharp breath he drew in at the contact.

"That's not fair! You're supposed to be getting changed too, not molesting me. How about I finish the coffee, and we see if I like the underwear I picked as much as you seem to like your choice?"

"It's not just the undies, it's the man in them that I like the sight of."

"I'm glad to hear it, but I want to look at you too."

His eyes said a lot more than his words, the way he was looking at me made me shiver with desire. Going to get changed into the red lace he'd liked calmed me only slightly, because it was stepping up the teasing to another level, and I wouldn't be getting changed again, next time I was upstairs it would be for us to strip each other naked.

I felt almost naked anyway, even though the lace wasn't all that see-through it didn't leave much to the imagination, although I guessed that was why he liked it. The bra pushed my breasts up and created a sight I knew he would enjoy, and the shorts finished just above where my backside met the top of my legs, showing more curves there for him to admire. Actually a good choice, sexy but not slutty, not that I would mind being slutty, but just for him.

"Perfect," was his response when I went back to him.

Laughing, relaxed with him despite being barely dressed, I gave him a twirl, and turned back to see he was almost panting with his need. The bulge that had been showing before was now very obviously an erection, trying to break free of its constraint. He stepped forward to close the small distance between us and pulled me close.

"My turn."

* * * * * *

Dan

It was very definitely my turn, to touch and enjoy. The evening had been building to something we both wanted and knew would happen, but I liked being able to take the time with her. There were plenty of longing glances, going both ways, and the way she happily dressed for me, even in next to nothing, was a delight. I loved her reaction to what she wanted me to wear too, and it was going to show my reactions to her clearly.

The second she came downstairs in the red underwear, my own undies suddenly felt very tight, and my body was desperate to have her against me. I forgot about the coffee, she tasted much better than anything else, and I explored her lips with mine and her body with my hands. She seemed to melt into me, pressing her body into me and as always she fitted perfectly, her curves moulding to mine.

Somehow I kept it slow and she didn't force the issue, although I knew she wanted this as much as I did. I caressed her body, running my hands over every bit I could reach, all that wasn't already against my skin. She was soft and warm, just like always, but this time there was something more to every touch, it was leading to the one thing I had been denying myself.

I'd been denying her as well, and as much as I had kept my control, I knew it had hurt that I couldn't make love to her. I'd had more than enough invitations to do what we both wanted, and yet I had held back until I could be sure that I could handle it, that this time would be different. Now that I had her against me, after the day we had spent, I couldn't doubt that any longer, she was everything I wanted.

"Can I take you to bed please baby?" I whispered to her.

Dark chocolate eyes looked at me with desire, and she simply nodded before taking my hand and turning, wrapping my arm around her so I was as close as she could keep me while leading the way. I was buzzing with something, maybe lots of things, love, anticipation, desire. She seemed more confident, I thought, until we reached my room and she stopped. 

Since that one night so long ago we had never slept together in my bed, I had always gone to her place. For both of us, this had to be done here, and although she froze for a moment, when she turned to face me again there seemed to be no doubt. Her arms went around my neck and her fingers into my hair, pulling me down for another kiss, soft and tender, just as wonderful as any of the passionate ones we had shared before tonight.

My arms around her waist, we stood there for quite a while, trading kisses and touches again, designed to reinforce our bond not specifically to arouse, but they were having that effect anyway. When she drew me towards the bed we still only lay beside each other but as close as we could get. I let my hands wander further, stroking down her side, over her breast and down onto her waist then up over the curve of her hips. 

Her body shivered and she let out a little moan against my lips, and although I was determined to keep this slow and gentle, I took the hint that I could move on a little, and cupped her breasts in my hands, gently squeezing them and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples, feeling how they were already erect from our teasing. She moaned again, still quiet, not spoiling the moment we were sharing. 

Her back arched a little, pressing towards me to encourage my attentions where she wanted them, and I wasn't going to deny her any longer. It was a shame to remove the underwear I had chosen, but I couldn't get my hands on her like I wanted while she was still dressed, and I reluctantly removed it with her helping me. Then I could nuzzle as well as touch, holding and stroking while I kissed and sucked on her nipples. 

As I slid down her body to get a better angle, her warm body was pressing against me and she hooked one leg around mine, bringing me even closer. She was moving now, enjoying what I was doing to her, but using her body to rub against my erection a little, giving me some attention with her body while I enjoyed hers. It wasn't much, but what she was doing was getting me harder, if such a thing was possible, and making sure I knew what she wanted. It made it harder to ignore my needs, but I was going to spend a little longer on her first.




Another Changed Life Ch. 05



I didn't know where to go though, keeping it to caresses that were loving and making sure this was not how I had ever treated women before. Even last time I had been with her there had been a lot of my usual moves, even though they had felt different with her. I'd never kept it so slow before and I needed it that way, glad that she was showing no objection.

Normally by now I would be inside a willing woman, and I'd barely touched her, but she was panting and making delightful little noises at my touches. I worked my fingers down her stomach and inside her underwear between her legs, already parted, but she worked them a little further apart without letting me go too far, and keeping up the increasingly insistent rubbing against my groin.

She was already wet, waiting for me, warm and willing and I moaned at finding her that way. I moved my fingers so slowly across her centre that even when she wriggled to try and get more from me it was impossible for her to be more than teased. I didn't want her to come this way, she could have hours of foreplay every night that followed this one, but tonight she was going to come around me. 

The little sounds she was making were pleasure and wanting more, but I was into the teasing now and her reactions were amazing. She was so close to me I couldn't get much more of her against me without being inside. Any time, I thought, I will be there soon.

She surprised me, suddenly taking some control and instead of lying there and taking my attention, she was giving me some, forcing me onto my back and straddling me, our crotches rubbing together in a slow grind that was overtly sexual and I loved it. Her lips pressed to mine again, her smaller body a soft blanket on top of me, and after she had taken her fill of my mouth she started working down me, pressing soft kisses to me just as I had done to her, even teasing my nipples a little, although that wasn't as much of a turn on for me as it was for her.

When she started to strop the last piece of clothing off me I knew this was the end of things, that we wouldn't be waiting any longer, and when her lips sealed around my cock I knew she was preparing me, tasting me just a little before I filled her. The feeling of her mouth on me was amazing and I knew it would get better. She only toyed with me for a little while, licking and sucking, probably getting the precum I knew I was leaking. She raised off me for a moment to remove the rest of the red lace, and then she was on top of me again.

"What do you want," she whispered.

"You." 

It was barely a word, just a growl fuelled by need, but it was clear enough that she knew what I meant. She raised her hips again, taking hold of my cock and lining it up with her body.

"You sure?" she asked, her eyes locking with mine.

"I'm sure. I love you."

She just smiled in reply, and started to sink down onto me slowly. She was so hot, so tight around me, as perfect as I knew it would feel. Our twin moans echoed around the room as she seated herself and I tried hard not to thrust up, taking the time to appreciate every little motion of her against me, every flex of her muscles, her every reaction to the feel of me.

She leaned back down, kissing me, moving a little up and down but keeping it slow and steady, my hips moving a little to impale her deeper. Her little gasps as we moved were music to my ears, our eyes were still locked, her pleasure clear, and she was smiling at me. Her hands twined with mine, our fingers interlocking, a loving gesture as she rode me, gradually faster and faster. 

Hands entwined, trading kisses, we moved together. It was beautiful, a perfect moment, and very definitely making love not fucking. I felt the swelling in my heart almost as the one in my balls got more insistent. It was becoming too much for me and she appeared to feel the same. I thrust up into her again, looking for her reaction, and her hands gripped mine harder, riding me faster, rotating her hips, meeting me in every motion I made into her. It was pleasure and torment, so close to coming and not really wanting it to end. This would happen again though, and every time would be just as good, I somehow knew that.

She cried out as I thrust inside her again, feeling myself getting harder, ready to fill her, needing her to come with me. I was so close, so ready, and I wanted her to be too. I bit my lip, trying to hold back.

"Let go," she muttered against my lips.

That was enough, just her panted words, and I stiffened , groaning as the sensations shot thorough me, my eyes closing and lights flashing as my cock pulsed and I shot my seed into her warm body. It was as though that triggered her reaction, because as I continued to pulse and thrust weakly, she came, and I felt the muscles clenching around me as she came too, groaning my name almost like a prayer.

She collapsed then, still on top of me, still holding my hands. I didn't want to let go or leave her body and I could certainly sleep with her pressed against me like this, her breasts squashed between us. She raised half- lidded eyes to mine, a small smile playing on her lips.

I stayed where I was and kissed her, just the slightest touches of our lips, reinforcing the tenderness and connection. I loved her and I needed her, and even the thought of how I felt had my cock trying to refill, but it was late and I was tired. She felt the twitches and let out a little laugh.

"So now you can't get enough?"

"Never. But I don't think I can go again right this second, it was just an idle thought."

"How about we curl up together and do that again in the morning?"

"That sounds perfect," I sighed.

She left me for a moment, cleaning up, and then she was back and in my arms, no longer on top but beside me and letting me wrap around her and hold her tight.

"You are going to stop worrying now, aren't you?" she muttered sleepily.

I hugged her a little tighter.

"Yes. I know I can make love with you, and I'm going to enjoy doing it for as long as you will have me."

"How about always?"

"That sounds perfect too."

Sleep claimed me too quickly after that, but as much as every night with her in my arms before then had been wonderful, I knew this was the start of the rest of my life with her. In the morning she wouldn't run away, and I no longer had to fight my own fears, I just had to be the man who loved her.

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