0 comments/ 30511 views/ 7 favorites Night Class Ch. 01 By: captivate Chapter 1: The First Date Allison was thinking about her new job, contemplating why she was going out to teach an adult night class. All those years of college and student teaching had passed quickly as she raced toward her goal of being a teacher. Then, just as the joy of being on her own with her first job was hitting her, her student loans began coming due. She tried to budget the best she could, but when it came to omitting a few meals a week, Ally felt sure something else needed to be done. About that time, she saw a sign on the bulletin board about night classes. They needed teachers to work with adults wanting to take courses after hours to improve themselves. The sign listed all the classes available. Ally noted that several of them would be something she could do and enjoy. By working for one evening a week, she could start paying her loans and still buy groceries! She took down all the information and decided to call that afternoon. So, now she was dressing for her first class. Allison was a petite woman, more a girl really. She barely reached five feet tall. Her coloring was Mediterranean, with dark brown eyes, fringed by long, luxurious lashes that curled prettily. She had a nearly constant blush to her cheeks and a smile on her face. The impression she gave most people was of a very nice, polite, sweet girl who would be a good friend. She knew most of the students would be older than she, so she was trying to dress conservatively and maturely. She wore a "church" dress and low heels. She couldn't decide whether to leave her long, dark hair down or put it up in a bun. She tried both, but felt much older with it up. She wasn't a make-up user, but tonight she did wear some Grapeberry gloss. She looked into the mirror, admiring her "older" look, when really, she looked adorably like a little girl playing grown up. She drove her lovely first car to the high school and parked in the teacher's lot. It took her awhile to find the classroom, the numbers seemed to have been haphazardly assigned to doors. She wandered up and down the halls, trying to find the elusive room number she needed. Finally, after trying three different floors, she came to her classroom. She had been assigned English Literature, a class she had excelled in at school. Even with all her difficulties, she arrived early. She entered and placed her books on the desk. She slipped her purse into the drawer and opened the windows, allowing in the brisk fall air. She stood at the window and looked into the night, thinking how very grown up she was, how ready to take on the world. She inhaled deeply of the fresh air and turned back to her desk. She settled in her desk chair, her feet dangling, and looked through the assigned agenda, and examining her notes made in bright red ink. Almost immediately, people started entering the room. A few of them seemed to know one another and hugged and selected desks together. Some of the students looked extremely old, and she wondered why they were there. Certainly none of them were going to upgrade a job or position at this late date. Two younger women came in, looking sullen and moving to the very back of the room. Then Ally noticed a man walking in alone. He was tall and slender. His sandy hair was short and neatly combed. He wore a torquoise knit shirt and some nicely faded jeans. His loafers were recently polished and looked new. He looked around the room and then picked the desk immediately in front of hers. He gave her a shy smile and opened his book. The first class went nicely. They spent some time getting to know one another, sharing names and their reason for taking the class. Everybody was interested in the class except the two girls in the back, who were coming as a punishment for bad grades. As a Allison began to know her students, she loved them all. The middle-aged folks who thought that a few classes would improve their lives. The older women who came to class just because they loved learning. Even the angry young women who were learning despite themselves. But when she thought of her class, her mind always returned to Bill. He was an incredibly gifted student, actually reading the assignments and writing the papers. He had a grasp of literature that was very unique. Every week, he took his seat in front of her, smiling with his adorably shy smile, and gladly shared his insights with the class. During the study period each evening, Allison found herself secretly examining him. He was a very good looking man who seemed not to know it. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, his face clean of any facial hair. He wore no jewelry, just a very practical watch. Each week his shirt was a different color, but always nicely ironed and tucked into his very well-fitting jeans. As the weeks passed and the weather became cooler, Ally occasionally saw his hard little nipples pressed against his shirt and it made her tingle, just a litte. He mesmerized her. His voice was soft, yet commanding. When he spoke, she found herself listening intently. As he studied, he had an endearing little habit of moving his lips, just the tiniest bit, as if talking to himself. She found herself wishing she could be close to that lovely mouth, to hear his words. Ally tried to make class fun. She planned little parties for each holiday. The class was becoming a family. She loved the way these people took learning seriously, seemed to absorb her words as they flowed from her. Bill, in particular, was very attentive. As she stood before them, lecturing on the Lake Poets, it seemed he almost pulled the lecture from her. She felt like their daughter. Everyone seemed to have an interest in her private life. Except Bill. He never asked or joined in the teasing about her "special man". He was always respectful and polite, smiling happily as he sat in his desk and worked hard. The class before Thanksgiving was a particularly good one. It seemed everyone had read the assignment and wanted to be heard. Class ran over by nearly an hour. It was late and very cold as they finally walked out of the building. Ally got into her trusty little car and inserted her key. Nothing happened. She tried again, with no results. This had never happened to her before and she was unsure what to do. The school was already locked up and everyone was gone. She had never been able to afford a cell phone, now she wished she had eaten less and gotten one. As she sat in the cold car, feeling very young and alone, there was a tap on her window. She jumped. Then she saw Bill's dear face, smiling at her. She opened the window, explaining the car problem and he offered her his assistance. When he told her to open the hood, he was met with a look of complete bafflement. It made him chuckle, and he was glad he secretly stayed each night until Ally was in her car and then followed her home, just to make sure she arrived safely. Her car was a vintage model, the sort young people buy for their first vehicle. Bill got the hood up and stared in amazement at the motor of yesteryear. None of the digital this and electronic that. The only thing that looked even vaguely familiar was the battery. He shook his head and admitted he didn't have a clue about her car. As he said it, she seemed ready to cry. "Why don't we go get some hot cocoa and then I will take you home. I will have my mechanic look at your car in the morning and give you an update. You don't have school tomorrow, so he can call you at home and let you know. And I will be glad to give you a few lifts until it is fixed." Allison looked up at Bill with a quivering smile. Everytime she felt truly grown up, something like this happened and she was reduced to a helpless girl. Bill was so nice, though, that she found herself agreeing to everything he suggested. He held her elbow protectively as he guided her to his car and helped her in. Then he went back to "Bruno", carefully locking all the doors and making sure it was safe. She watched him move efficiently around her car, being so careful and respectful with her property. As he approached her, she took in the smooth way he walked, so sure of himself, so in charge. She really liked that. Because he was older, she told herself that he was a father figure and she simply liked the way he protected her. Bill drove them to a nearby family restaurant. It was late and there were not many customers. The hostess led them to a quiet corner booth and handed them menus. Bill ordered hot chocolate and sticky buns for both of them. He helped her remove her coat, his hand brushing her arm, causing her to shiver. Ally felt his touch deep inside her body, the electricity he created in her. This had been building all semester, but she had denied it. Now, sitting beside him in a cozy booth, she felt the attraction nearly overwhelm her. Bill was charming. He told her stories about the commodities business and funny anecdotes about his favorite customers. He made her smile and laugh, and feel very comfortable. Their cocoa and sweets arrived. She daintily used her fork to cut the bun, but Bill picked his up and took a big bite, leaving caramel on his mouth. Ally found herself wishing she could just lean over and lick his lips, cleaning the gooey stuff and tasting him. As soon as the thought passed through her mind, she mentally shook her head and admonished herself to stop this silliness. Here was a man, a grown up, who probably thought of her as a daughter. She had to stop fantasizing about him! She found him so easy to talk with. They sat there for hours, sharing stories of silly youth, college and finally adulthood. He made her feel his equal, not a young girl in the grown up world. It seemed like only minutes later that the waitress started clearing the table and making closing up sounds. Bill helped Ally into her coat and escorted her to his car. They continued talking all the way home, nearly tripping over their words in their haste to share. At her apartment, once again Bill opened her car door and protectively guided her into the building. At her door, he handed her his card, and instructed her to call him in the morning after she heard from the mechanic. He stood there until he heard her locks turn and then walked away, smiling. In her apartment, Ally was dancing around, undressing for bed, smiling to herself over her lovely evening. She held his card, reading his name and grinning. It never even occurred to her that he knew where she lived without asking. To Be Continued... Night Class Ch. 02 Allison woke in the morning with a smile on her face. She stretched and then leaned into her pillow nest, reliving her evening with Bill. He had treated her like a woman, not a mere child. She liked that. She liked the way he had listened to her and talked to her as if she were an equal. Because she was young and small, most of the adults she worked with still treated her as a precocious girl. As she thought about the preceding night, the phone rang. It was Andy, the auto mechanic, who explained carefully about her poor "Bruno". Several of his parts had given out at once, and would need to be ordered. Andy's voice held awe that the car had been running at all, with all the problems it was having now. He thought it would be at least 5 days for the parts to come in, especially since it was a holiday week. He just needed her ok to order them and he would send the order off immediately. Ally had little choice. She wondered how she would exist without her car for a week. As soon as she gave Andy the order and hung up, her phone rang again. It was Bill. He had decided to relax this holiday week and take a vacation from work, so he was offering her taxi service as she needed it. Ally sat there, the phone in her hand, her cheeks growing pink as she thought fondly of her prize student. Nothing would please her more than to spend some time with him. She told him she was going to stay at home all day and do some much needed cleaning. She smilingly took down his number and promised she would call if she needed anything or to go anywhere. After telling Bill goodbye, Ally hopped out of bed and headed for the shower. Dropping her jammies in the hamper, she stopped in front of the mirror. What she saw pleased her. Long, wavy, chocolate brown hair, dark brown eyes that twinkled with humor. Her complexion was clear and glowing, with a pink blush on her cheeks, even now. She looked at her body, something she tended to avoid doing. She was petite, everything about her was small. Short, shapely legs. Small, delicate hands. Her figure was neat and compact. She worked out with her friends a few times a week, keeping her bottom tight and her muscles toned. As she actually took inventory, Ally again wondered if anyone would ever see this body. She had one serious relationship in college and was tempted by Jacob, but had held back for some reason. Now she was glad she had not had sex with him. Given the way the relationship ended, it would have been one more thing for her to mourn. She knew she was a rarity, a woman who was waiting for Mr. Right, but she couldn't help it. She knew that one day he would arrive and she would be glad she had waited for him. In the shower, Ally lathered up while singing happily. She was basically very content with her life and her situation. She felt confident that some day her prince would come and had decided to enjoy life until he did. After the shower, Ally dried her hair and put it up with a huge clip. She sprayed on her favorite scent, Warm Vanilla Sugar, and got dressed. Today, she wore jeans and a faded t-shirt, from a long ago concert. She walked through her home, getting ready to clean. She loved her apartment. It was perfect for her and she was having so much fun decorating it. Cleaning was not really necessary. Ally was a neat girl. She just lit some vanilla candles, started her cds, and moved a few things around. She danced to the music as she worked, enjoying being young and healthy. When the doorbell rang, she was tempted not to answer. But she knew the music would give her away and went reluctantly to see who was there. Bill stood at her door, a smile on his face. He was dressed in cut-offs and a t-shirt, looking extremely pleased with himself. At Ally's inquiring look, he said, "I have a day off and I am not sure what to do with it. So I thought you might be willing to teach me about relaxing." Ally's heart began to beat faster and harder. She almost looked down to see if a little heart-shaped beating could be seen against her t-shirt. Then she giggled. Oh, she liked the way Bill made her feel. Ally invited him into her apartment, the first man to ever enter it. He walked around slowly, admiring her taste in decor and music. Bill had fought this visit. Allison was only a girl, she couldn't be more than 23. While she made his heart beat faster, he couldn't imagine her being interested in him. At 40, Bill was more than successful. He had started a business when he was young, and it had grown wonderfully over the years. He was the President and CEO of his company, living a very comfortable life. He traveled when he wanted to, owned all the toys a man could want, and had a very full social life. He signed up for the night class on a whim, thinking he could always quit if it became a drag. Then he met Allison. Her love of literature and her enjoyment of life tantalized him. He never gave a thought to quitting after the first five minutes of class. Monday nights became his favorites. He rescheduled most of his life just to be free for this class. As the weeks passed, he found himself totally captivated by his lovely teacher. Last night, after class, when they went for cocoa, had been the most fun he'd had in a long while. Once he took Allison home and went to his own house, he found himself reliving the conversation, examining every nuance. Like a teenager, he had been anxious to call Allison this morning and just hear her voice. When she said she was staying home and cleaning, Bill could not think of anything he would rather do than clean and be with her. So here he was. In her very nice apartment, scented with vanilla and happiness. Even her music pleased him. She listened to Broadway show tunes! He had feared hard rock or heavy metal. Bill had to admit it, everything about her was wonderful. Ally watched him look around and tried to calm down. She imagined her feelings to be a silly schoolgirl crush and knew she needed to control them. Bill was just a nice man who felt somehow obligated to help her. A new friend. Yes, that was how she would handle this, she had a new friend. She couldn't imagine him being interested in her, youngster that she was. Bill turned then and looked at Ally, just looked at her. What a wonderful day this was going to be! He offered again to help, asking for any "guy" chores she needed done. Ally blushed and said she had a new bookshelf that needed to be assembled. A perfect "guy" thing. The bookshelf was in a large box in her bedroom. The space for it was across from her bed. Bill immediately sat cross-legged on the floor, emptying out all the parts. He pushed the directions away, making Ally smile. He assured he that this was a simple task and sent her to continue her cleaning. From his seat in the bedroom, he could see Allison dusting and dancing, mostly dancing. He made some calls on his cell phone and then set to work. The shelf was easily assembled. He had placed it in the spot she had indicated and had started shelving her books, when the doorbell rang. Ally didn't want any disturbances today. She was content to be spending her day with Bill, talking easily with him as they worked, both of them singing along with her favorite show tunes. Reluctantly, she answered the door. There stood a pizza delivery guy, with 3 pizza boxes. Bill came into the living room, signing the ticket as Ally took the boxes to the kitchen. As he turned to leave, another delivery man appeared with two large brown bags of Chinese food. Again, Bill signed the ticket. Coming up the walk was a delivery girl from the salad place, carrying a large plastic container of greens and a bag of condiments. Ally stood behind Bill and just stared. Bill turned to Allison and smiled sheepishly, "I didn't know what you liked, and I wanted to get you lunch." Ally laughed out loud and hugged him, for just a moment. She wasn't used to this kind of extravagance. They moved to the kitchen and set the table. Ally added a pitcher of her specially brewed orange spice iced tea and glasses of ice. They sat together, sampling the smorgasbord, talking easily about so many subjects. Neither could remember ever having laughed so much. Bill's hand rested on Ally's several times throughout the meal, making her skin burn from his touch. After lunch, Bill returned to shelving her volumes, interested in the books that she read. Again, they seemed to have much in common, owning many of the same books. After placing them very neatly on the bookshelf, Ally came into the room, thanking him so much for his "guy" help. She stood at the shelf, adding a few items, a stuffed animal and a porcelain box, making the entire bookshelf look warm and welcoming. He was amazed at her skills, the way she did everything so easily, yet made it look so wonderful. The day ended too soon. Bill was afraid he was staying too long, Ally was afraid he felt he should stay. So she walked him to the door, wishing he wouldn't go. They both said how much fun it was and how they should do it again. Bill briefly held her to him, kissed her forehead and said goodnight, wishing he didn't have to go. When he reached the car, Bill dialed Allison's number. She answered immediately. He heard the smile in her voice when he identified himself. They chatted for a few minutes, laughing like old friends. He invited her to spend the day with him tomorrow, giving him "girl" help. They agreed on a time and said goodnight. The best part was that their lives had just begun. To Be Continued... Night Class Ch. 03 Tuesday night, after Bill left, Allison found the apartment empty. She had always loved the solitude of her own little space, but after a day of talking and laughing, it seemed almost eerily silent. She climbed into her big bed, snuggled down and tried to read, but kept thinking how naturally Bill had seemed to fit into her home and life. She could almost see him sitting on the floor in front of the new bookshelf, examining her volumes and approving. He seemed to be everywhere, she could even smell his scent, Obsession for Men. Whimsically, she imagined a life with him around every day. It sounded wonderful to her. She wanted to enjoy her memories longer, but she was tired from her busy day and her eyes kept drifting closed. Finally, she stopped fighting it and turned off the light and fell asleep. The next morning, the sun was shining through the windows and Allison woke to birds singing outside her bedroom. She stretched and settled back into her nest, feeling at peace with the world and happy to be alive. It took her a few minutes to remember why she was so very happy, then Bill's face popped into her mind and she grinned. She giggled. She even sizzled a little, just thinking of spending the day with him. As she was remembering the conversations from Tuesday, her phone rang. Ally was smiling as she reached for it, her hello was bubbling with happiness, a laugh was evident in her sweet voice. Bill basked in her voice for a second and then replied with a happy hello. They began talking as if there had been no break in time, telling each other about the rest of the evening and what they had done, wondering what to do today. Bill insisted he had so much to do and that Allison would be invaluable in helping him. She didn't care if they sat on a bench all day, as long as they were together, and eagerly agreed to be ready in an hour. She jumped from bed and hurried to the shower. Ally used her new vanilla soap and lathered her body carefully, her mind wandering to Bill as she slowly moved the cloth over her body. She washed her hair and conditioned it, thinking it would smell so good and feel so soft for Bill. She was conscious of the height difference and knew her head would fit easily under his chin. She liked that. She liked the way they fit together so nicely. She liked everything about him, about them. After her shower, Allison dried her hair and pulled it back with golden clips, letting it hang down her back with loose, soft curls. She dressed with special care. First, the black satin and lace bra and panty set she had bought long ago and still kept wrapped in tissue in her lingerie drawer. She felt quite grown up in the fancy undergarments and, glancing in the mirror, thought she looked quite fetching too! The weather was sunny and cold, so she pulled on black tights and a black sweater, adding a short, bright, plaid pleated skirt that. Again, she felt very sophisticated, but looked like a delightful school girl. She added tiny gold posts and a spritz of vanilla scent and she was ready. Now she made her bed and straightened the room, nervously finding activities to fill the rest of the hour before Bill arrived. When the doorbell rang, Allison's heart skipped a beat. She stood still, trying to catch her breath, trying to calm down and not succeeding. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright as she opened the door. He took her breath away. His smile was warm and welcoming. His beautiful blue eyes rivaled the sky for color. He was wearing dark brown corduroy pants with a pale blue shirt and beautifully knit Irish sweater. Bill reached for her hand and wrapped his large, warm one around it, pulling her out into the sunshine. She grabbed her purse and locked her door and happily followed him down the steps. She didn't really care what they did or where they went, she just wanted to be with him today. It was the day before Thanksgiving and she thought they might buy groceries, but that wasn't part of Bill's plan. The first stop of the day was the family restaurant where they had gone on Monday night, after class. Again he ordered for them. Hot cocoa to warm them and fluffy vegetarian omelets with homemade biscuits and delicious fruit jelly. When the breakfast arrived, Allison insisted she could not eat even half of it, but as the conversation grew more intimate and engrossing, she found herself eating all the wonderful meal and enjoying it thoroughly. They lingered over a second cup of cocoa, still busily sharing thoughts and stories from their lives. It seemed moments later that the waitress asked if they might want lunch. They looked around and noted that, indeed, lunches were being served. Both of them grinned and refused the meal, moving out of the booth and toward the door. The day was lovely, cool and breezy. Allison was interested in knowing what Bill had in mind, but was happy allowing him to set the pace. They walked along the street, talking and enjoying the day. Bill reached for her hand and enclosed it once again in his. She loved the feel of him. They walked by a park, and stopped to watch the people ice skating. He invited her to join him on the ice and Ally happily agreed. She sat on the bench as he rented the skates and then he helped her into hers, lacing them snugly. He took her hands to pull her up and they skated onto the ice. They were both quite good, skating smoothly and quickly around the rink. The music was lively and loud, the people all laughing and enjoying the beautiful day. The announcer called for a "couples dance" and the music slowed. Bill pulled Allison into his arms and held her there safely as they skated slowly around the ice. They moved together well. When he twirled her, Allison moved skillfully and gracefully. Soon, most of the skaters stopped to watch the well-matched pair. The music seemed to go on forever as they slid so effortlessly around the huge rink. When the dance ended, they realized they were the center of attention and bowed and curtsied to the crowd. Again, Bill pulled her into his arms, snuggling her against him. Her head rested on his chest, his chin just grazed her hair. She felt his arm circle her waist and hold her warmly and Ally felt as happy as she had ever been. They skated effortlessly around the rink, just enjoying being together. Allison could hear Bill's heart under her cheek and she felt her heart was beating in unison. She looked up at him, smiling, to say something. Bill looked down at her flushed face and delicious mouth and just couldn't wait any longer. He lowered his lips to hers and softly kissed her. As they coasted to a stop, Bill continued to kiss her willing mouth, moving his soft lips over hers, feeling her response. The kiss seemed to go on forever, a tantalizing first kiss they would both remember. When they finally pulled apart, they saw that once again that they were the center of attention. They laughed and curtsied to the cheering crowd and skated gracefully off the ice. After returning the skates, Bill suggested some warm cider. Allison happily agreed and they walked next door to the charming snack bar. It was late afternoon now. Allison was sure she never wanted this day to end. They left the snack bar and walked along the garden paths, holding hands and talking, sharing more personal information. At one point, Bill told her to sit on a bench and wait for him and he rushed ahead. He was back in a few minutes with a very satisfied look on his face. They continued walking, neither of them even aware of the surroundings anymore. She told Bill about Jacob and how long the hurt had lasted. Bill told her about his live-in relationship that had suddenly ended a year ago. Both agreed that being hurt made them more tentative, more protective of their feelings. They were two people guarding their hearts. Even as she said this, Allison held tightly to the knowledge that she was falling into Bill. It was too soon, too fast, but so wonderful. They were walking by an arcade, with all the noises and happy sounds. She challenged Bill to a game of skill, the winner naming the prize. They found a machine that looked interesting, and began playing. Ally was so good at this game, she handily beat him. When it came time to name a prize, all she could think about was his kiss, and laughingly demanded another. Again, they shared a wondrous kiss. Without even discussing it, they turned to leave. It was early evening, and the day was ending. Trying frantically to extend their time together, Bill invited her to dinner, guiding Ally into an intimate little bar around the corner. They moved to a booth, with Bill sliding in beside her, his body pressed against hers. He ordered the food and a lovely wine and they continued talking while waiting to be served. When the dinner came, it was an assortment of appetizers, bite-size, perfect for feeding each other. And they did. As new lovers do, everything was making love. This included slipping bites of exquisite food into each other's mouths. Allison watched his captivating mouth, loving how it opened for her and just brushed her fingertips as she fed him. They drank wine as they ate, and Allison felt her senses becoming softly blurred, water color feelings flowing through her. After eating, they sat together and continued discovering about each other. They played 20 questions, asking about favorite flavors and colors and songs. The bar was lit with candles and Frank Sinatra played overhead. Bill was intoxicated by Allison's vanilla scent and the softness of her hand. He asked her to dance, helping her from the booth and welcoming her into his arms. It was like coming home. Bill felt she belonged right there, right against his heart and under his chin. Her lips tempted him, making him lean forward more than once to taste them. Then he told her that he had a surprise for her. He led her back to the booth and made her close her eyes and put out her hand, placing a small velvet box in her palm. She looked at him wonderingly and opened the box. There, nestled in more velvet, were the most beautiful earrings she had ever seen. Tiny, lacy gold hearts suspended from fragile wires with the smallest of pink roses in the center. She quickly removed the posts she had worn that day and placed the hearts through her ears. She turned to thank Bill and saw the wistful look on his face, the concern that she wouldn't like them. Allison wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close, whispering her thanks. She especially liked that he had picked them out himself and that they were so "her". It was incredible how well he knew her in such a short time. Now it was very late. They left the bar and walked slowly to Allison's apartment. Neither wanted the day to end, but they were running out of things to do. As they climbed the steps to her front door, they held hands and each let out a sigh. Tomorrow was a holiday, usually reserved for family and close friends. When Bill asked Allison to spend time with him tomorrow, she quickly agreed. Her family was across the country and she had planned a day alone. Now Thanksgiving took on a wonderful air of holiday and she was suddenly full of thankfulness. Bill leaned down to her face one more time and kissed her mouth with sweet desire. He held her close for a few moments and then wished her goodnight. After she entered her apartment and he heard the lock engaged, he nearly skipped down the steps, wishing it were tomorrow already. To Be Continued... Night Class Ch. 04 Chapter 4: A Holiday Allison wasn't sure what to expect when spending a holiday with Bill. She had listened intently to all he told her, yet couldn't remember him mentioning family or even close friends to share a special day. She was up early, anxious to get ready and start the day, their day! She showered and primped, wanting to look perfect. After drying her curls, she pulled her hair up on her head in a loose bun, with tendrils framing her face. She wore her lovely heart earrings that Bill had given her, loving the idea of having his gift so near to her. Again, she selected her clothing with care. First, her lingerie. God, she loved that word! Her hands reached toward the red lacy demi-bra that she had never worn. As she fastened the single hook, she saw her breasts become fuller and more voluptuous. The matching panties were bikini, covering her tight bottom and just above her curlies. Walking around her bedroom, she felt very sexy and womanly. She decided on black wool slacks with a soft red knit sweater which fit her curves nicely. Ally wasn't sure what Bill had planned and didn't want to be overdressed. This seemed just right. She made her bed and straightened her room, listening for his footsteps on the stairs, almost holding her breath in anticipation. She paced her apartment, her beloved home, waiting for his knock on the door, wondering if he had changed his mind or come to his senses. She sat down in her favorite overstuffed chair and called her family to wish them Happy Thanksgiving. When she heard her mom's voice, she was tempted to tell her about Bill, but decided not to jinx it. She thought she would keep him in her heart for now. There would be time enough for telling everyone later. In the background, she could hear the family busily preparing, the high-pitched voices of the kids as they fought over the remote control, the murmur of her siblings and their spouses as they sat around the kitchen table watching the turkey get stuffed. Suddenly, she was incredibly homesick and wished she could have gone home for the weekend to be with all of them. After talking with everyone, she sadly hung up the receiver and felt a tear sliding down her cheek. "Stop it, Ally! You wanted to be grown up and on your own! Now you are. This is what grown up means!" As she talked to herself, the doorbell rang. Ally's heart leapt in her chest and she smiled to herself. "Yes, this is what grown up means!" By the time she opened the door to see Bill's happy face, her sadness was gone, replaced by the womanly joy of spending a day with a loving man, a man who had become a part of her heart. His eyes lit with the sight of her. He had been thinking of her since they had said goodnight. Several times during the evening and night, he had reached for the phone, just to say hello or see what she was doing. She had grown so important to him, and he liked the way it felt. He was pleased to see the way she was dressed. He hadn't told her his plans, hoping they would be ok with her. He was dressed in dark grey Dockers with a blue sweater that made his eyes glow. It was a perfect day, the sun was shining and the air was crisp. He took her hand and led her down the stairs to his car, helping into the passenger seat. Once inside, he leaned to her and took her face into his hands, holding her close and kissing her full lips. He had been thinking about that since they said goodnight, and he couldn't wait another minute. As they drove away, they began chatting about the day and sharing Thanksgiving memories from years before. She told him about her family and the call this morning, giving him detailed description of each member. He could almost see them, hear them as she spoke. The smile on her face told him how important her family was to her and he wondered why she wasn't with them today. She went on to tell him that the night class had kept her in town, and then her broken car, and... Now, she blushed. Bill pulled into a parking space and turned to look at her, her lovely cheeks stained red with embarrassment. "Don't you know you can tell me anything?" he asked. "So, tell me, now.....?" She looked at him, her eyes bright, and murmured, "Now, YOU!" I didn't want to leave you, I wanted to spend the holiday with you, so I did." Bill smiled. He beamed. His eyes lit up from inside and he glowed. "Yes, I feel the same way, Allison. I wanted to be with you today too. It was very important to me." He opened his door and went around to help Ally out. Holding her hand, he led her up the sidewalk, toward a building. She was so overwhelmed by his declaration, she didn't even look around or take in her surroundings. He stopped outside the door, holding her in his arms and kissing her tenderly. "I am smitten by you, Allison, and I am so happy you feel the same. Now, come share my world!" He held open the door and she entered a large room, filled with people of all ages. They were sitting together playing cards, gathered around a piano,or watching the parade on television. Several noticed Bill as soon as he walked in and called to him. A few walked over to hug him, pat his back. All seemed to notice Ally and looked at her with interest. Bill introduced her to his friends. He knew them all. For some, he seemed to have special affection. But he apparently liked them all. They were taken around the room, introduced to family members also visiting the residents today. They sat with a particularly lively group, and joined a game of Spades, playing partners against Ethel and Bert. Ally had a blast. The game was fast-paced and cut throat, but Bill was always there to help her. She hadn't played since college and was rusty, but her skills came back to her and she and Bill finished the game as winners. He jumped up and hugged her, pulling her close, his face near hers. The room went silent as Bill kissed her. Ally felt as if she had come to spend the day with his family and he was the favorite child and she had to pass inspection. Everyone in the room looked at Bill with love and respect. The rest of the morning was spent visiting various residents. They seemed so proud of Bill and wanted to share stories of his kindness with her. They were trying to impress her, as if she wasn't falling in love with him more every moment. It seemed moments later that lunch was served. She and Bill assisted Ethel and Bert to the dining room, sitting at their table. He seemed to know what each needed, aiding them with a knife or handing them a roll before they asked. The lunch was pleasant and Ally learned so many things about Bill, making him even more special in her mind. During the meal, he frequently reached for her hand, or touched her arm, once even feeding her a bite of his roll. The afternoon ended too soon. She found herself promising to come back, to take Ethel shopping and to go to Bingo with Bert. She liked these people, this family of Bill's. She circled the living room, receiving hugs and kisses. She knew she had a new family, one she would visit again soon. They left the building, the sky already growing dark. Ally shivered slightly, the air had turned cold. Bill wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to his heat and she happily fit against him. In the car, he asked if she wanted to go anywhere else. "I want to be with you, Sir. I am deliriously in like with you," she murmured. He pulled her to him for one deep kiss and then started the car. He drove directly to her apartment, walking up the steps with her, his arm around her waist. She handed him her keys, and watched the first male to ever unlock her door, open it and walk inside. She followed him, nearly bumping into him in the darkness. His hands came out to balance her, to hold her, to bring her close. His mouth found hers and he kissed her with all the longing he had felt this day. Her mouth was lovely. Full, soft lips, expressive and enterprising. He wondered who had taught her to kiss so well, and mourned that it wasn't him. He wished he could have been the one to teach her so many things, but knew that was unlikely. Still, it didn't matter. He was here and she was in his arms and he was falling in love with her. They walked together around the living room, lighting candles and starting the cds. They settled on the couch, beside each other, their bodies in contact as much as possible. Then she reached for him and kissed him. Her mouth covered his, her tongue slipped inside his lips, tentatively touching him, feeling the jolt that passed through him. His hands slipped into her long curls, wrapping them around his fingers, holding her near him. She turned on the sofa, so now she was facing him, her arms around his neck, his arms around her back. He held her firmly, safely, and she was as secure as she had ever been. His mouth sought her eyes, kissing the closed lids, feeling how perfectly his lips fit there. His lips traveled down her nose, along her cheeks, fitting once again in the tiny curve between her lower lip and her chin. She was so delicious. She looked into his beautiful eyes and seemed to melt against him, into him. She fit into his arms as if made to be there. His mouth found the curve of her neck and feasted there, kissing and licking her soft, warm skin. Without thinking, Ally relaxed totally, small moans emitting from her throat. She had never been this far before, but she knew that it was right, that Bill was the man she wanted to join on this journey. His hands slid under her sweater, finding her warm, smooth skin, learning the texture and contours. Her breath was coming faster and she wanted more, but didn't know how to ask or how to give. He was kissing her again, as if he could dwell on her mouth forever. During a small pause, she slipped her finger against his lips. "Bill, I have to tell you something," she quietly said. Sensing this was important, he pulled back, settling her comfortably on his lap, but not temptingly close. She looked so sad, so concerned, he wished he could take all her worries away. His mind was running rampant with thoughts about her confession. He knew she couldn't tell him anything that would change his feelings for her, but he felt so sad that she thought it might. She haltingly told him the story of Jacob, how they met and how the relationship had grown, even about the wedding plans they had begun making. She told him how Jacob had left her, how his interest in her waned and he walked away with someone else. He waited for the "big" confession, something sexual, he was sure. But there was none. When she finished talking, he looked into her face and saw what made her afraid. She thought he wouldn't want her if he knew she was inexperienced! God, this was wonderful. He pulled her close again and devoured her sweet mouth. He kissed her with all the joy in his heart. What a problem! He was in love with a girl who would be his, heart and soul, forever. And she perceived it as a problem! He smilingly looked into her adorable face, kissing her everywhere while trying to reassure her that waiting was wonderful, waiting pleased him. "We will go at your pace, my sweet baby, I won't rush you. Did I mention that I am so grateful for you?" Now, Allison could relax. Bill knew her secret and was not concerned. She could feel her heart swelling to accomodate this new fact. Their kisses contained new ardor. She met his lips with passion, pressing against him, wanting to be with him and knowing now that she would. For all this, she was thankful. TO BE CONTINUED.... Night Class Ch. 05 Chatper 5: Games Sitting on the couch, with Allison in his lap, Bill was as happy as he had ever been. She was so delightful, so delicious. Kissing her made him so happy, his heart was pounding with the joy and excitement. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him with a loving hug. He could feel her full breasts pressed against him, her nipples hard. Bill realized that kissing could be a full time activity, one in which he could happily lose himself for hours. She was so tantalizing, and she was his. They talked for hours, stopping only to call for Chinese food. When it arrived, Bill tried to teach her how to use chopsticks, but ended up feeding her to prevent starvation. She was a quick study, but using them seemed to elude her. Bill didn't see the twinkle in her eyes as she opened her mouth like a baby bird and accepted his offerings. Dinner was messy and silly and fun. Both of them giggled and enjoyed just being together. They cleaned up the dishes together, another first for Ally. They talked easily, still sharing holiday stories with each other. Ally asked him about the Nursing Home where they had spent the day. "Some people have no family. I just go to a few homes and meet the ones who are alone and spend time with them. I visit once or twice a month, taking them out for a meal or to buy things. I learn so much from them, I am so lucky!" Bill said. Ally was quietly thrilled. He was so incredibly wonderful, so thoughtful and caring. This man, this truly kind man, was standing in her kitchen, drying her dishes and smiling at her. This was a day to be so thankful. While they were finishing the dishes, Bill took her into his arms and began to dance her around the kitchen. Ally happily allowed him to lead her in an old-fashioned waltz. He hummed along with the music, stopping only when he found nibbling on her ear to be more fun. "Ah, I could get used to this. Having a handsome, caring man spending time with me. I wish the holiday never had to end!" Because he wanted to stay so badly, Bill decided he had better leave. It was late on Thursday and they still had the whole weekend together before the real world invaded their lives. At the door, Bill asked Ally out for the next three days, making sure he had all her available spare time committed to him. Ally giggled and solemnly wrote down all the dates on the calendar, Bill's name brilliant in red ink. After he left, Ally leaned against the door, smiling and still feeling his arms around her. She climbed into her big bed, still full of happy feelings and memories, pretty sure she would never sleep. She snuggled into her pillow nest, pulling the quilt around her shoulders, preparing for a long night of wakefulness. Then, the birds started singing and she opened her eyes to a glorious morning filling her bedroom. She stretched and smiled, feeling so innately happy, yet not remembering why. Then, the thought, BILL, came into her mind and she sizzled. Bill. Her Bill. Sweet Bill. They had a date today, this morning, soon! Jumping into the shower, Ally sang loudly to no particular music, remembering the joy of waltzing in her own kitchen last night. As she dried her body, she felt tingly and alive. Dressing took on a whole new meaning, because she was dressing for Bill. Now she was glad she had a drawer full of lovely lingerie to choose from, excited that she could dress with the thought of later undressing for Bill. She chose cream satin underthings. A tiny bra that molded her young breasts, framing them in lavish layers of lace, highlighting her rosy pink nipples, already firm and tight. The matching tap panties skimmed her slim hips, settling low, caressing her with cool fabric. Looking in the mirror, she felt it was a shame to have to dress! They had decided on a casual day. Today was the biggest shopping day of the year, and both had declared total disinterest in fighting crowds or sharing the day with anyone else. She pulled her hair into a pony tail and slipped into sweats, bright pink and comfortable. Bill had said he would take care of everything, and she knew he would. The doorbell rang, and so did her heart. She moved quickly through her apartment, peeking through the window to see Bill, totally laden with bags. "God, he makes me so happy!" she thought as she opened the door wide and invited him into her home. He turned to kiss her, his lips cold when they touched her, but quickly warming against hers. He set the packages down and pulled her close, his mouth devouring her face, her eyes, her lips. "I have thought of you ever since I left last night. I've missed you. I started to call so many times during the night, but I didn't want to be a pest. But, Allison, I missed you so much!" She burrowed into his chest, inside his heavy jacket, her head over his heart. She listened to his words and his heart and felt content. They stood together for an endless minute, each taking warmth and strength from the other. As they pulled apart, their hands caught together and they smiled at each other. Ally reached for his coat, carrying it to her bed, inhaling his scent as she walked. How could one man smell so delicious? He was dressed in sweats also. His were a soft gray, fitting his body as if made for him. He kicked off his sneakers, revealing white socks. He carried the bags to the table and started unloading them. He had thought of everything. There were four flavors of microwave popcorn. Every board game ever made. One bag was full of videos, chick flicks and westerns, comedies and war movies, something for every taste. He had even bought gummie bears and jujubeans. And bubblegum. And the ingredients for S'mores. And bottles of esoteric drinks. And boxes of cereal with a gallon of milk. And a package of assorted crullers and donuts. And a dozen kolaches. Ally couldn't believe the abundance. He must have been out half the night, gathering supplies. He settled her on the sofa and prepared "breakfast" for her. Cereal, sweets, milk, all placed prettily on a tray and served to her. He brought his own tray and slipped in the first movie. The familiar music from "The Way We Were" filled the living room and Ally was transported to the 1940's and war days. She didn't even notice that she had eaten everything on her tray or that Bill had removed the dishes. He sat beside her, pulling her close and watching her more than the film. He held her as she cried, handing her his own handkerchief. After the movie, she was still snuffling and he held her longer. When she finally stopped, he challenged her to a game of Scrabble. Both were very competitive and well-read and the game was a tough one. The score was astronomical. They were both laughing, ready to try again, when Bill suggested a forfeit. The winner picks any forfeit he desires. "You mean, SHE desires, don't you? I am going to beat you, Sir. I was just being nice and polite, respectful of your advanced age. But it is all over now!" So they played. And they laughed. Sometimes they watched movies, eating huge amounts of sweets, sometimes they played games or cards, and sometimes they just snuggled under a quilt in front of the fire, listening to music and each other breathe. Each game ended with a forfeit. Kisses, touches, back rubs. Bill's plan was to help Ally get comfortable with him, with touching him and accepting his touch in return. He held her whenever possible, caressed her at every opportunity. He slipped his hands under her sweatshirt, massaging her bare back or tummy. He encouraged her to keep her bare feet under his thighs for warmth. He was amazed by her. She was the sweetest, most loving woman he had ever met. He loved that she was inexperienced, but not prudish. She was intent on learning all there was, and welcomed Bill's hands on her body. Her own hands were daring, touching him, holding him, feeling him. They necked during the war movie. It was so much better than watching the soldiers. The fire was glowing, the room dimly lit and the two lovers couldn't stay away from each other. The day was glorious. Sharing such simple things was new to Allison, and she was delighted. Bill ordered meals delivered for lunch and dinner. They cleaned the kitchen together. They danced. She cheated at cards and he still won, the forfeit he demanded was ten minutes of unrestricted touching, anywhere above the waist. Ally was excited and a little scared, but Bill kept his hands on her back, tracing her spine, spelling words on her bare flesh. Allison wanted him to touch her, she wanted to move to the next step, but Bill was reticent. When Ally won the Chutes and Ladders game, she demanded he remove his shirt. They sat before the fire, his back to her as she moved her fingers slowly over all of his upper body, feeling his muscles and his smooth flesh. When her arms encircled him and her fingers slid over his tiny brown nipples, they hardened and he gasped. Allison looked forward to the night, and Bill. To Be Continued... Night Class Ch. 06 Chapter 6: The Night Allison couldn't think of a better day than this one. Bill was everything she had ever wanted and she was so grateful that he was going to be her first lover. She also felt sure he would be her last lover, but didn't know how to tell him. For his part, Bill had found the woman he had been waiting for his whole life. He had been involved with various women but had never wanted to commit, to settle with any of them. Now, he had Allison, and she was the perfect sum of all his dreams. As Friday slipped into night, the two of them were falling deeper into love. Bill's plan had worked well, Ally was comfortable and aroused at the same time. They had necked throughout the day, perfecting the blending of their lips and hearts. Now, they snuggled on the sofa, watching the fire and listening to music from the 40's, all the classics that told the story of love and longing. Allison was ready for more. She snuggled against Bill and wrapped her arms around him, feeling his body fit against hers. Her eager hands pulled his sweatshirt up, exposing his softly furred chest to her exploration. Again her fingers were drawn to his nipples, doing the things she wanted him to do for her, making him sigh with pleasure. Finally, Bill decided that they should be twins. He reached down, his fingers grasping the lower edge of her shirt, looking into her eyes, seeing permission there. Slowly he raised the shirt. Her arms eagerly pulled free, and he slipped it over her head. Her skin was golden in the firelight. Her eyes were full of love and passion, already growing heavy with desire. He pulled her against him, feeling her hard nipples and full breasts against his chest. His fingers raced up and down her spine, wanting so much to touch, but afraid of frightening her with his boldness. Ally turned onto her back, taking his hands and placing them on her breasts. He cupped the soft flesh, warming them, molding them. "There is a tiny clasp right there, my darling. Please. I am ready and I ache to feel your hands on me, touching me. Make me yours, Bill. Teach me, please," she whispered. Bill opened the delicate hook, running his finger up and down that narrow valley of soft skin, inhaling her delicious scent. He kissed her there, licking and sucking along the exposed flesh, listening to her moans of satisfaction. Her words had inflamed him and he knew it would be easy to just take her now, his body plunging into hers. But he also knew that a woman only has one first experience and he wanted hers to be perfect. He nuzzled away her bra, his lips roaming over the soft swells of her breasts. He moved slowly, alternating between them, wanting her pleasure to be complete. He traced the orbs with his tongue, dwelling on the soft underside of each, learning the texture of her body. Her scent filled his nostrils, something soft and understated, but acting like a drug on his mind. He wanted Allison. He knew that, but he also knew he wanted her forever. So he was willing to take his time, to teach her slowly and lovingly the ways of lovers. When his lips finally reached her taut nipple, she cried out with delight. Her fingers slid into his hair, holding him to her chest, arching her back. Her voice was a whisper, murmuring her pleasure. Bill pulled her nipple deeply into his mouth, nursing on it, softly and rhythmically. Allison felt her hips swaying in time with him. Her fingers raked his scalp, her breath was short and quick. Bill lingered on her breasts, making love to them. When he finally raised his face to hers, he saw the look of bliss in her eyes. He moved up, pulling her body along his, holding her close. "Ah, little one, there is so much to teach you. So much to share. We have all the time in the world. Your happiness means everything to me. I love you, Allison." Ally gently kissed his lips, whispering words of love into his mouth, binding herself to him. She wanted to pleasure him also. Her lips moved over his face, down his neck, creating a trail of sensual delight. She rubbed her soft cheek on his chest, enjoying the feel of his taut muscles under the matting of hair. Her mouth found his nipple, so tiny and hard. She flicked her tongue over it and beamed at his instant response. Now, she repeated what she had learned, licking and sucking on each. She listened to his heart race and was pleased to be able to give him pleasure. She stretched full length on his body, her legs matching his, feeling his excitement pressing against her, knowing that lesson would come soon. Bill held Allison against his body, longing to continue, but knowing it was too fast. He wanted Ally to learn slowly and well. He rubbed her naked spine, feeling her full breasts pressed to his chest. They kissed and touched, talking of desire and need, knowledge gained and knowledge to come. It grew late. Ally raised her head from his chest to look at him, really look into his beautiful blue eyes. "I love you, Bill. I want to spend tonight with you, being with you, waking with you. I know i am safe with you. Will you stay me tonight, my love?" Bill's smile was dazzling. There was nothing he wanted more than to spend the night with this woman. Except to spend his life with her. As difficult as it was, they pulled apart and stood. Their bodies moved together, as if by magnetic force, for one last kiss. Then, they began the nightly tasks of preparing for bed. They carried dishes to the kitchen, rinsing and loading the dishwasher. They locked doors and closed the fireplace. They blew out candles and stopped the music. Then, they walked hand in hand to Ally's bedroom. She was amazed she didn't feel shy or frightened. They stood close together, facing each other and removed their sweatpants. Now they were twins again. Ally in her creamy tap pants and Bill in his briefs. They moved to either side of the bed, turning down the covers for their first night together. Ally climbed into the big bed, moving to the middle. Bill lit a candle on the nightstand, and lowered the lights. Then he settled near Ally, taking her into his arms again. Her head fit perfectly on his shoulder, her arm encircled his chest. The quilt was wrapped around them, cocooning their bodies in warmth. Words spilled from both, life stories and hopes and dreams. Kisses interrupted many sentences. As if a spoken agreement, tonight was for holding and sharing. Her legs slipped between his, their arms wrapped them together. Their hearts beat against each other. She felt his soft breath in her hair, his fingers on her bare back. They planned the weekend, the whole weekend to share before reality interrupted them. Kisses, giggles, sighs and whispers marked the night. Finally, Allison slept and Bill held her still, marveling at fate for giving him such a gift. he meant to stay awake, to remember every minute of the night. but soon, he was asleep too. All night, as they slept, they held each other close. Dreams of that day and the days to come flitted through, nearly shared between them. The night wrapped them in happiness and love, the morning greeted them with light and song. TO BE CONTINUED... Night Class Ch. 07 When the sun found its way through the window, Bill was already awake and holding Allison happily in his arms, her hair tickling his nose, her scent intoxicating him. It would be so easy to just make love to her now, to show her all the intimate activities two people shared. But his mind refused to allow that. He knew, just as surely as he knew his name, that this woman was meant to be his wife, his lifetime love, his best friend. He wanted their lovemaking to be a celebration. Leaning down, he kissed her nose and began whispering tender words into her ear. "I love you, Allison. Wake up and share the day with me. We have the whole day ahead of us, then tomorrow, then every tomorrow for the rest of our lives." Allison opened her eyes to the face of her beloved. She smiled and yawned, stretching, her body seductively pressed against his. It all came back to her, the day of flirting and learning, the evening with the exchange of vows, going to her bed with a man for the first time. Now, she was waking with her love, something she wanted to do for the rest of her life. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his face close to hers, their nose bumping, their lips meeting. Bill was a success in business because he was able to make a decision and execute the plan, and his judgement was sound. So it was this morning. He decided that he was going to marry his Allison, and when they finally made love, she would be his wife. For her part, Allison knew she had found her true match. If she never knew more about him than she knew today, it was enough. This man was good, loving, kind and wonderful. She had the rest of her life to learn anything else she might need. "I am thinking of a wonderful day. Will you join me, Allison? Will you spend this day with me?" he whispered. Her dazzling smile was all the response he needed. As she snuggled against him, she became aware of the nakedness of their bodies. Last night, she had been drunk with passion and desire. Today, she was suddenly shy. Sensing this, Bill left the bed and walked into the bathroom. He left the lights off and the room was softly lit only by the candles he found there. Removing his shorts, he started the shower and called to Ally, inviting her to join him. She was shy, but she was also a woman in love. She couldn't pass this opportunity to be with Bill, learn new things, share another new experience. Ally quickly climbed from the bed, shedding her satin underclothing, and entering the shower. It was cozy there, the candle light glowing through the curtain, Bill filling the space with his presence. His hands were soapy and warm, finding her naked body and covering it with lather. He used no cloth, just his palms, finding their way over her flesh, cupping her breasts, sliding over her soft skin, finally moving between her legs to cleanse her. She cried out more than once at the pleasurable feelings he was creating. His hands moved up and down her spine, pulling her close to him, shaping her willing flesh. He moved her under the spray and wet her hair, then shampooed it, playing with the long strands, creating intricate hairstyles. Ally felt so pampered and loved. His hands never stopped, moving and learning, inciting her body with his touch. Finally, he rinsed her and declared she was sparkly clean. Now, it was Allison's turn. She filled her palm with the scented liquid soap, warming it before she touched her love. Then, she began washing him, his lovely furry chest, his muscular back. It was incredibly sensuous, touching him so lightly, yet intimately. Finally, she stood close to him, cupping his ass cheeks in her hands, feeling his manhood taut against her. They kissed and he throbbed. Ally felt the now familiar ache between her legs and wondered how they would be able to wait another minute. She pulled away from his tempting lips and looked down at him. Even in the dim light, she could see clearly his engorged cock. It was so lovely, so hard. Her soapy palms slid down his chest, moving into his curlies and touching his hot cock for the first time. She loved the texture, the smoothness, the slickness. Bill almost came from her touch. He wanted her so much, and finding her so willing and trusting excited him. Still, he moved away from her, rinsing himself and keeping some distance between them. "Do you trust me, Ally?" he asked. "With my life, Sir" she replied. "I love you, Allison. I know it is sudden, I know you haven't had time to consider much about this, but I want to spend my life with you. I want that life to start today. Trust me, little one, please?" Allison was overwhelmed with the love she felt for him. Reaching for his hands, she quietly promised to join her life with his. They kissed once more and then stepped from the shower. Bill was content to watch her. He sat on the bed, wrapped in a towel, as Ally stood at the counter, drying her hair. He watched as she selected lingerie and dressed. He watched as she applied her cologne and started to dress. He watched, knowing today would be the first of many that he would appreciate this process. She moved fluidly, effortlessly, around the room. Without trying, she was the perfect seductress, making his heart pound and his cock hard. It throbbed beneath his towel, making him ache. Ally, feeling uncomfortable at first, was now enjoying his attention. She moved around the dressing area, knowing he was absorbing every detail of her preparation, and she was incredibly excited. She saw his cock throbbing against the towel and felt the ache between her legs intensify. She felt womanly and powerful and madly in love. Not sure what the day included, she dressed in well-worn jeans and a sweater. Thick bobby socks and sneakers completed the outfit. Bill was astonished he ever thought her childlike. She was the most womanly female he had ever met. She slipped his earrings through her lobes, feeling them dangle gently against her skin. Bill wore his sweat suit from yesterday. Still, he made her heart pound and her mouth dry. She hoped it would always be like this. He was being very secretive. "I need to go by my house and change clothes, if that is alright with you, Ally," he said. They walked out to his car, and he helped her in, closing the door carefully behind her. They drove for about 20 minutes, pulling up to a gated home. He touched a button in the car and the gate opened. The driveway was long and winding, the house coming into view after nearly 5 minutes. Ally couldn't believe this was his house! The door opened before they had even stopped, and a maid came out, smiling at them. Ally didn't really get to ask all the questions bubbling in her mind. The maid escorted them into a beautiful room, graciously furnished and sunny. There was a buffet set up there, with enough food for a party. Ally and Bill filled plates and began eating, with Ally holding back all the amazement she felt. Bill was nearly bursting with excitement. He wanted to dazzle her, impress her, please her. He watched her eat, enjoying the strong appetite she had for everything. Then he excused himself to go change. Leaving her alone, he went upstairs to make some phone calls and dress. He returned in a pair of gray wool trousers, a finely handsewn white shirt and a spiffy blue blazer. He had patted on a bit of Obsession, making Allison's heart wildly skip beats. The look in Ally's eyes, when he entered the room, was worth everything. She looked at him with such love, such warmth, it almost made him forget the rest of the plans and just stay here with her forever. But that wasn't what he wanted. The doorbell rang and he excused himself once again, returning quickly to her side. He stood before her, dropped to one knee and looked up at her radiant face. "I love you, Allison. I want to marry you and live with you all the days of my life. I want to protect you and share with you and grow old with you. Please, Allison, do me the honor of becoming my wife." She didn't have to think about it. Allison knew that no one would ever be more perfect for her. He had been made for her and she for him. A tear rolled down her flushed cheek as she happily said, "Yes, please." He presented a small box to Allison. "I want you to have this, to wear it and know that with it comes my abiding love and devotion." He opened the box and revealed a beautiful ring. The stone was sparkling with brilliant colors, the setting was antique and intricate. "It is a ring that has been in my family for generations. I have saved it, waiting for the perfect woman. Now, I have found you and it is yours." He slipped it onto her left ring finger, and she marvelled at the perfect fit. He stood and took her into his arms, kissing her and holding her close. "Trust me, little one, this is going to be a weekend to remember!" Taking her arm, he led her outside to the car. As they drove down the long drive, they held hands and chattered happily. "We have many errands to accomplish, then a grand party to attend. I hope that is all right with you." Ally would have followed him anywhere. She happily gave herself up to him, allowing him to set the pace for the day. They pulled up to an exclusive shop, one she had never even entered before. As they walked in the door, an expensively dressed woman came forward, introducing herself as Samantha. She quickly whisked Allison away, taking her to a large, elegantly decorated dressing room and promising to return soon. When she did, her arms were laden with clothing of all textures and types. She had brought fragile lingerie, delicate sleepwear and many incredibly beautiful dresses. Bill had given Samantha instructions to give Allison anything she wanted. With her encouragement, Ally tried everything. She was hesitant, but selected gowns and lingerie that were just too wonderful to leave behind. Finally, Samantha helped Ally dress, complimenting her skin, her figure, her face. She had selected gossamer creamy lace lingerie and sheer hosiery. Finally, a delicate, creamy silk dress, that fit Allison as if made for her. It emphasized her girlish figure, but also made her look quite womanly. Sam offered her assistance in arranging Allison's long hair, pulling it up in a soft bun, with tiny curls framing her glowing face. No makeup was needed, Allison was lit from within. She looked into the mirror, awed by her reflection, anxious to return to Bill. When Allison walked into the salon, Bill gazed at her with such love, she blushed. He, too, had selected several beautiful gowns and teddies for Ally, which the saleslady packed carefully in boxes. Ally couldn't help admiring their reflection in a mirror. What a handsome couple! She was asizzle with happiness, giggles spilling from her. Bill was still being mysterious, his plans coming together nicely. When they left the shop, Bill took Ally driving. Just in and out of neighborhoods, aimlessly. They talked and held hands and shared even more of their lives. Ally wondered why they were all dressed up, what was planned, but she refused to ask. She trusted Bill and was having fun. Sometimes, he would pull the car over and gather her in his arms, kissing her deeply. She wanted to continue kissing him forever. She had never been happier, never felt safer or more at peace than when she was with him. They did accomplish some errands, but most of the day was spent wandering and doubling back. Finally, he pulled into a large parking lot, turning to Ally and asking her once again to be his wife. Her heart was linked with his, and she couldn't wait to join her life with his. He opened the door and led her into the best phase of her life. TO BE CONTINUED.....