7 comments/ 21479 views/ 18 favorites What It Means to Fall in Love By: semolina By the time Alex Thorndyke was 33 he had finished in the top of his class school, served as an advisor to the governors of three states, convicted a notorious serial killer, published an historical novel set in Washington DC during the McCarthy era and sold the movie rights of that same novel for a cool three million dollars. But he had never been in love and had slept with only one woman. Her name was Elizabeth, a blind date which he agreed to only because it was set up by his boss's wife. He was 26 years old when they had six dates and three sexual encounters. Elizabeth was an attractive woman with a pretty round face, large green eyes, and auburn hair which she cut short in an unbecoming fashion that made her round cheeks look chubbier than they really were. Her body was nonetheless inviting-- breasts not large but beautifully shaped, a flat, muscled midriff and thighs which were firm from years of practicing yoga. But she used none of her physical assets to any great advantage in the bedroom and Alex found himself disappointed by all three experiences. "This is what all the fuss is about?" he asked himself. He still occasionally found himself masturbating to the mental image of her large, puffy nipples, the smell of her perfume, and the wet, soft cushion that greeted his penis when he penetrated her. Nonetheless, he could muster no emotional attachment to her and found masturbation almost as pleasurable as the flesh and blood encounters--and much more economical. With his schedule, sex was simply not an issue; it was, in fact, more of an annoyance than anything else. There were plenty of worlds left to conquer and Alex's accomplishments spoke of his ability to get the job done and get it done well. If he found himself aroused by the sight of a beautiful woman, braless, her erect nipples a secret to no one; or if his secretary, Shauna, absent-mindedly ate a Klondike bar, to which she was addicted, in that peculiar way that took forever, inevitably leading to a stream of melting vanilla ice cream on her lips and chin, a quick trip to his private washroom would remove the distraction and he could once again focus on his work. Never really knowing what he was missing, Alex was content. Lisa would change all that. Lisa was Shauna's younger sister and though Shauna had worked for Alex for over three years, Lisa's very existence was unknown to him. It was a fluke that Alex was even in the hallway when Lisa walked into the office that day but Shauna had retreated to the ladies' room and he needed the recently delivered updates on the Turner file immediately. He had been restless in recent weeks anyway and though he rarely ventured from his office--people came to him--he had found himself looking for opportunities to take short walks, even if it was only to the water fountain. Still, Alex might not have noticed Lisa at all had it not been for that button--that one undone pearl button. Her silk blouse hung open and the top of her large breasts peeked out as she leaned over to sign herself in at the receptionist's desk. Lisa had walked to the ninth floor, a habit, as she would later reveal to Alex, that she picked up in high school; she was 'the fat sister' and had worked assiduously to shed pounds. Though she clearly had no weight problem now, Lisa simply enjoyed the daily challenge of remaining fit. At the moment, she was perspiring and while Alex had always found perspiration so unappealing in other women, Lisa glistened as if a special light shone from beneath her unblemished skin and Alex felt a pleasurable thrill surge through his entire body. It was at that moment that Lisa dropped her purse, spilling its contents onto the marble floor of the foyer. Alex, like a schoolboy in love, leapt into action, scooping up the contents of the purse and placing them gently back inside the purse. Among the items that spilled onto the floor was a tube of lipstick. For a fleeting moment, Alex had a sudden, indefinable urge to slide it into his pocket. He glanced Lisa's way momentarily, his eyes drawn to Lisa's open blouse and an even better view of her cleavage. Suddenly self-conscious, she turned away slightly and buttoned up. He dropped the lipstick into his suit coat pocket. Lisa stood and Alex tried to but by this time, and much to his surprise, his penis had achieved a full and particularly stiff erection. Standing up would surely reveal this embarrassing fact. "Thank you so much," said Lisa, as she stood. "No problem, no problem," muttered the still kneeling Alex in a choked voice. "Are you all right?" asked Lisa, reaching a hand down to help him up. "Just a leg cramp," he said. Her hand brushed lightly against his face and, for the first time, he felt her silky skin on his. The smell of hand cream mixed with her perfume and yet another smell that Alex vaguely remembered from his encounters with Elizabeth--it was the smell of sex and Alex actually became light-headed for a brief moment. He put his hand out to steady himself and sat back on the cold floor. "I just need to sit for a moment," he said, not daring to look up at her. "You sure you're OK?" she asked in her smoky voice. He nodded. "You need some water, Mr. Thorndyke?" honked the whiny receptionist. "No," he said, embarrassed. "I'm fine." "Oh, you're Alex Thorndyke. My sister works for you." "Your sister?" "Shauna." He looked up at her. "Shauna has a sister?" "Lisa!" It was Shauna calling from down the hall. Lisa screamed and ran into her sister's embrace. The phone rang at the same time, distracting the receptionist and Alex took the opportunity to get to his feet, being sure to shield his erotic salutation. He wanted to go to his private washroom but to get there he had to run a gauntlet of secretaries and office workers. The associates' public washroom was only two doors away so he crept in as surreptitiously as possible. The washroom was empty, thank God. Alex ducked quickly into an empty stall, shut it and stood breathless with his back against the door. He unzipped and started to stroke his penis feverishly when two young associates walked in. Afraid that an orgasm now would give him away, he stopped stroking and clasped his penis tightly, hoping to keep the explosion at bay. "Gwen, that whore. It's like she's asking for it," said one of the associates. "The way she crosses her legs every 30 seconds." "And could she wrap those skirts around her ass any tighter? Jesus," mused the other. "Gwen's got a great ass, though." "Fabulous." "Outstanding." "I'd like to stick my tongue in there, just once." "Perv." "Come on, don't tell me you wouldn't like to--" "Hey," the friend interrupted, "I just said you were a perv. I never said I wasn't." They both laughed raucously at this rudimentary excuse for wit and Alex suddenly envisioned himself in the boys' room between classes in high school. One of the men lit up a cigarette and the illusion was complete. "Did you stick your tongue in Shauna's ass?" "Shauna? My Shauna?" thought Alex. "No," answered the associate. "But she stuck hers in mine." The image of Shauna's pretty face pressed against this young man's buttocks, her tongue reaching hungrily into his...well, it was more than he could stand and instead of holding his inflexible penis tight now, Alex found himself slowly running his hand lightly up and down the shaft. "She did not!" cracked the other, clearly envious, associate. "She was amazing. Unzipped me on the drive back from the restaurant and blew me right there on the Ninth Street Bridge, stuck in traffic next to a mini-van full of cub scouts." "Goddamn!" "My Shauna? My innocent, shy little Shauna who brings her lunch to work every day, wrapped in foil and sealed in Tupperware?" "You shoulda seen her pretty mouth, those luscious lips covered with my juice. Ah, man!" "She does have a pretty mouth," Alex thought, remembering those Klondike bars. He vowed to study her lips later. "Went back to my place, fucked her twice last night--shower, then later on top of the dryer." "Goddamn." "Fucked her once more this morning, she pulled on her panties right afterward saying she wanted to go to work with my cum dripping out of her cunt." "This morning! My secretary is dripping semen as she types up the Turner briefs?!? Note to self: shampoo carpet." "So, are you seeing her again this weekend?" "Nah, her sister's dragging her off to some sort of family reunion for the weekend." "Bummer." The lucky associate then spoke in a conspiratorial tone and Alex had to strain to hear. "She told me to come by Thorndyke's office at noon, she'd let me sit at the big shot's desk while she sucks my cock." My desk? In the flurry of activity that consumed the last five minutes, Alex had completely forgotten about his daily noontime racquetball game. Clearly, Shauna hadn't forgotten. "Note to self: cancel today's racquetball game." "It's 11:45." "And I'm already hard." "Hey, tell me about this sister!" They started for the door. "Too hot for you, buddy boy. Gotta go." The door pushed open and he could hear them leaving as the envious crony whined loudly, "Can I watch?" The door slammed shut and the sudden silence reverberated in Alex's fevered head. His hand stroked the shaft of his penis harder and harder as erotic images danced through his consciousness--Lisa's moist cleavage, her sweet, sensuous odor, Shauna in any number of twisted configurations, even the image of his own erect penis, its tip inside Elizabeth's mouth as she timidly circled the head with her tongue. Before he knew it, his whole body filled to overflowing with that prickly sensation and semen shot out of him with such force that it hit the wall behind the toilet. It seemed to come forever, in waves, each wave growing in intensity for what seemed to be a full minute. It was the most erotic moment of his life. Afterwards, Alex fell back against the stall door, panting for breath, drops of semen still trickling from the tip of his penis onto the floor. He stood for a moment before he gently lowered himself onto the toilet seat. Breathing deeply, he pulled a handkerchief from his suit coat pocket and mopped his brow. At that moment, Alex Thorndyke's life changed forever. Aware of his sexuality now as never before, Alex, poor Alex, felt a longing as deep as any he had ever known--he was longing for a woman's touch; not sexual, necessarily, but gentle, loving, kind, comforting. The longing was so profound that he thought he felt a physical change taking place inside of him--a sweeping away, that's how he would think of it from that day forward...a sweeping away of his contentment. The ego that had sustained him through all of his triumphs now seemed drained and he was ashamed of his arrogance, his self-satisfaction--all of which, he now realized, made him a disliked, though admired, figure in the law firm. Perhaps Shauna disliked him the most. She had never smiled at him except in the most perfunctory manner. The "Good morning, Mr. Thorndyke" that greeted him every morning for the past three years was lifeless and sing-songy, like a child's taunt. In fact, as far as he could tell Shauna had never shown even the slightest passion for anything except Klondike bars. To hear this report, however crude, of her deepest desires and her fierce determination to satisfy every conceivable whim, both shocked and aroused him and he realized that he still had an erection. This had certainly never happened before. Even after making love with Elizabeth he had immediately lost interest and cooked up excuses to get the hell out of there, no matter how much she wriggled self-consciously across the half-empty bed, posing, shifting, stroking her nipples, fingering her clit, posing again, naked and unsatisfied. Now, he wished he had her back, he wished for a second chance, to touch her again, to take her in his mouth, to run his tongue inside of her and to bring her to orgasm, something he had never done and that, frankly, never interested him before. But now, as he thought of that missed opportunity, he felt the hot blood flowing through his penis and started to touch himself when the washroom door slammed open and a whistling associate strode in. Alex wiped his semen off the wall with a wad of toilet paper and flushed his DNA trail away. He zipped his trousers and checked to see if he had left any tell-tale stains on his suit. When Alex emerged from the washroom a moment later, he looked to his left for any sign of the two randy associates. He thought he recognized the voices as Carl and Pete, two underachieving ambulance chasers from personal injury. Relieved not to see them, he walked quickly back to his office but did not see the young woman traveling in the opposite direction and they collided, sending her stack of files and law books flying. For the second time in just over five minutes, Alex found himself cleaning objects from the marble floor of the reception area. "You OK, Mr. Thorndyke? Geez, you're two for two today." The receptionist's abrasive voice attracted even more attention than the actual collision and within seconds, four associates and Rocky, the 55 year old office boy were helping Alex and the young woman. "Good one, Gwen!" blurted out a familiar voice and Alex found himself looking into the eyes of Pete, one of the associates from the washroom--the one who wasn't getting a blowjob in Alex's office in 5 minutes. He winked conspiratorially at Alex as he spoke and Alex panicked. Did Pete know Alex was in there the whole time? Did he and Carl see Alex slip in the washroom and then conspire to concoct a story about Shauna as a cruel joke? "Hey, Gwen, don't you know who you just ran into? "Yes, of course," said the flustered young woman. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Thorndyke, guess I wasn't watching where I was going, didn't want to miss the deadline on this case that I'm ..." "It's all right, Gwen," Alex said kindly. "My fault entirely." Everyone stopped dead at this display of compassion and Alex felt the glare of a dozen eyes. For a moment, he wondered what the fuss was about before remembering that only yesterday he had publicly upbraided a secretary, in her second day on the job, for giggling too loudly at an associate's joke as Alex walked past. "This is a law office, honey, not the Tonight Show!" he had said loudly enough for the entire office to hear. "Please treat it as such and keep your moronic giggle to yourself!" Alex suddenly felt ashamed for yesterday's behavior and decided to lessen the tension now by making a joke. "Gwen, we must stop meeting this way." It was a lame joke but the very fact of his making it was enough to send everyone within earshot into spasms of laughter. He graciously helped Gwen to her feet, smiled and walked away, feeling like a new man. Suddenly, he no longer cared if Pete and Carl had seen him enter the men's room. It was none of their business and they were lightweights. When he turned back for a last glance at Gwen, he saw her walking away. "Carl's right," he thought to himself. "It is a great ass." As he strolled back to his office, he felt a new confidence growing within him. He had always been sure of himself professionally and, given his stature in the firm and his myriad of achievements, it was not unusual for the waters to part for him. He never paid much attention but today, as he watched people step aside to let him through, he noticed that no one really looked at him and he now felt a strong urge to change that. So when one of the older secretaries who had been at the firm long before he entered law school looked at him impatiently, he smiled. A bit shocked and flustered, she smiled back and Alex felt a warm glow. After that, several others began to notice his new demeanor and they too made eye contact. Alex smiled at each of them and they all smiled back. The young secretary he had berated less than 24 hours earlier did not look at him until Alex spoke to her gently. "How are you, today?" She looked at him, stunned and afraid. He smiled. "F-f-fine. I'm...how are you?" "I feel great," he said and he held out his right hand. She took it and he clasped his left hand over top of hers and shook it gently. "I was a little out of line yesterday so I'm glad I ran into you." "Oh no, sir," she said. "You were right. I always giggle at the wrong time." "That's kind of you to say but I was at fault. Please accept my apology." "Sure," she said, a bewildered smile on her lips. He smiled back and in the same moment heard a voice to his left and turned to see who it was coming from. "How's your leg?" said Lisa. "It feels a little better, thank you." "Well," said Lisa, standing awkwardly in the aisle and it occurred to him that she was leaving. "Leaving so soon?" "Well, I have some research to do and..." "Research?" "The impact of Allen Ginsberg's poetry on the sexual revolution of the 1960's." He cock throbbed lightly to hear Lisa say the word 'sexual.' "Do you know Ginsberg?" she asked. "Some. I studied the beat poets in college." Like every other class that Alex took, he aced it. But he could not now remember a thing about Ginsberg except the face--a pudgy, bearded man with thick black glasses. The image seemed incongruous with any revolution, sexual or otherwise. "Wonderful," she said. "We'll have to get together and discuss him sometime." "I would have never pegged you for a college coed." "Grad school, actually." Then she giggled and put on a false frown. "What do you mean you'd never take me for a coed? Are my wrinkles that obvious?" "No, no, no..." "Is a gray hair peeking through?" "No, I meant..." "I'm just joking." "...that you are very..." "really, it's OK." "...intelligent and..." "Old?" "Mature." He stopped suddenly and took a deep breath before saying, "I mean, that you're very...um...you seem a bit wiser than your average college girl, I guess is what I mean to say." She smiled and he found the courage to go on. "And you're certainly a lot prettier." "Thank you," said Lisa softly as if to conceal her gratitude from the swarm of people around them in the office. "We really should get together and discuss Ginsberg some time." "I'll brush up." "The world is holy," said Lisa. "Do you know that one?" "The soul is holy." The words came out of Alex's mouth almost involuntarily and he was surprised to hear himself reciting Ginsberg. Lisa was obviously impressed. "Do you remember the rest of it?" The fact was that, even though he had not thought about Ginsberg in fifteen years, at this moment he remembered the next few lines of the poem vividly. "The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy! Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is eternity! Everyman's an angel!!" He remembered it all but did not say any of it. In response to Lisa's "Do you remember the rest of it?" Alex simply said, "No." "Mr. Thorndyke, you're going to be late for your racquetball--" It was Shauna. "Call Fisher and tell him I can't make it today, Shauna." Shauna froze in fear for a split second and peered nervously over Alex's right shoulder. Alex turned around and saw Carl standing behind him. "Hi, Carl. How are you today?" "F-f-f-ine, Mr. Thorndyke. You?" "Call me Alex. Carl, do you know Shauna?" Shauna and Carl were deer, Alex was the headlight. "We've met," Carl stammered. "If you'll excuse me, I have to..." "Come to lunch with us, Carl." "What?" said Shauna and Carl in unison. "You too, Shauna. My treat. Lisa, can your research wait an hour or so?" What It Means to Fall in Love "Sure," peeped Lisa. Shauna shot her an angry glance. "The Cedars?" asked Alex, naming the exclusive and very expensive lunch spot where only the most powerful lawyers and judges dined. "I can't, Mr. Thorndyke," said Shauna. "I've got the Turner file to--" "Yeah," interrupted Carl. "And I got a lunch meeting with a client." "Then what are you standing here for?" shot Alex. "Oh...uh...It's not until 12:30." "I see," said Alex. "In that case, Lisa, I guess it's you and me. Shauna, if you have any trouble whipping that file into shape, I'm sure Carl can give you a hand...or some other appendage." Carl gulped. "I think I can handle it," said Shauna. "I bet you can," said Alex. He offered Lisa his arm and they started out of the office. "Shaun, meet you at Grand Central, 5:30." "OK, Lis. Have a nice time." Shauna hurried back to the desk. Before they left the office, Alex stopped at the front desk and whispered something to the whiny voiced receptionist. The receptionist reached under her desk and flipped a switch activating the video camera concealed in the ceiling tiles of Alex Thorndyke's office "Southwestern Pennsylvania, actually," said Lisa, responding to Alex's question about where they were headed for the weekend. "My Uncle has a farm there, so the whole family, about sixty of us, spend the weekend eating fried food, drinking Rolling Rock and talking about the Steelers." She giggled and tossed her golden hair away from her face and sipped from her water glass. As far as Alex could tell she wore no makeup yet her skin was luminous. Her eyes caught the dim light of the candle on their table and shot it around the dark, smoky room like lasers. Alex could not keep his eyes off her, nor could any of the other VIP's--judges, senators, celebrities--who dined regularly at the Cedars. Seated at the booth directly behind Alex was a state senator, to his left a demure, gray-haired schoolmarm of a woman who just happened to be the toughest judge on the state supreme court. Alex had seen everyone from Rudy Giuliani to Meryl Streep to Hilary Clinton to Bruce Springsteen seated at these tables but it seemed to Alex that none had ever captured the looks from the crowd that this fresh-faced young girl was getting right now as some of the most powerful members of the New York Bar glared at Alex with envy. Lisa seemed unaware of the attention she was getting from the clientele but was well aware that Alex was clearly taken with her, his fixed stare being the big tip-off "Is there something on my face?" she asked. Alex looked away self-consciously, ran his finger along the edge of his menu and said, "No, no, I just..." and his voice trailed off as he glanced up at her face again. She smiled and Alex felt what seemed like a shot of electricity through his veins. "So," she said, "what kind of menial labor are you putting my sister through that's keeping her from dining with us?" Alex kept a straight face as he answered, "Dictation." "But you're here, how can she..." "I speak it into a recording device, she types it up." "Ah, so the image of the secretary sitting on the boss' lap while he dictates is obsolete?" "Obsolete and illegal." "Actually, Shauna doesn't talk much about her work. But she seems to enjoy it. And she does speak highly of you." Alex remembered Shauna's lifeless morning greetings and answered, "She does?" "Mmm-hmmm. She says you're brilliant. And handsome." She took another sip of water and picked up her menu. "What's good here?" "Everything. What do you like?" "Do they have hamburgers?" "You strike me as a chef salad, dressing on the side kinda gal." "Puh-lease!" she retorted. "You asked me what I like. I don't like salad. I like hamburgers." "Interesting." "Oooh!," she said, spotting a particular item on the menu. "Alpine burger. Swiss cheese and the Cedars' own special sauce. I'm having that. How about you?" "The same," said Alex as he closed his menu and set it on the table. There was a slight pause as Lisa sipped her drink. A bead of water spilled from the side of her mouth and dribbled slowly down her chin. Alex reached across with his cloth napkin and wiped her face gently. Again, it was one of those small gestures he could not have imagined himself doing even an hour ago. But with Lisa it felt like the most natural thing in the world. She smiled and thanked him, adding derisively, "Classy, Lisa. Real classy." As Alex put the napkin back in his lap, his arm grazed the side of his suit jacket. Feeling something unfamiliar in the right side pocket, Alex reached in. "Oh, my God," he thought to himself. "I forgot about the lipstick." It was at this moment that Lisa leaned across the table and said, "So, tell me, Mr. Thorndyke, what do you like?" For the third time in the last half-hour, Alex had a serious hard-on. There were actually four cameras in Alex's office; one pointed at Alex's chair, another focused on the faces of those sitting on the other side of Alex's desk, a third was focused on the conference area, and the fourth offered a master shot of the whole room. Alex had paid for the system from his own pocket--a drop from the very large bucket he had earned from his book sales. The aging audio tape recorder built into the office in the late 70's failed him one too many times, in one case costing him a high-powered client so, without asking for permission, Alex had the cameras installed by his cousin's security firm over one labor day weekend. No one else in the firm knew of the system's existence. Normally, Alex controlled the cameras from a switch under his desk; the switch at the receptionist's desk was installed as backup and Alex told those who might ask that it was for a new air cleaning system. No one ever asked. No one ever questioned Alex, such was the professional esteem he had won in such a short time. The cameras recorded everything and the pressure microphones hidden strategically around the room synced up the sound with the image and the whole package was automatically recorded onto a computer program accessible only to Alex. Shauna knew her boss to be a detail obsessed, unscrupulous attorney but she never imagined that later that night in the privacy of his penthouse apartment, Alex Thorndyke would sit in bed, a notebook computer on his lap, watching her perform a slow and sensuous strip tease. One of the four camera angles afforded Alex a superb view of Shauna's succulent tits and her hairy pussy. Another angle gave him a close-up of her pretty face and mouth as she sank to her knees and sucked the cock of a junior associate from personal injury. Bubbly was not a word that one would use to describe Alex Thorndyke but anyone who saw him at lunch with Lisa that day would be hard-pressed to describe him in any other way. He giggled at Lisa's humor, blushed at her many compliments--"Shauna never told me you were an author. You're that Alex Thorndyke, God, I loved that book. Loved it!"--and talked like a schoolboy about his many successes in the courtroom, like a brave warrior showing off his kill to the virgins in the village. He also listened, my god, he listened! This was not one of his great strengths, unless there was a clear incentive. But today he hung on Lisa's every word--even when she wasn't talking about Alex. She waxed eloquent about the great American poets; he listened. She spoke with fervor about the power of the written word; he listened. She expressed her longings for adventure, her desire to travel, her fantasies of being a female James Bond or a 21st century Mata Hari; he listened. She told charming, funny stories about growing up with, as she described it, "the skinny, pretty, and more popular Shauna;" he listened and thought privately, "Well, if Shauna's blowing guys on the Ninth Street Bridge, no wonder she's more popular." He gingerly expressed his belief that, as far as beauty went, Shauna couldn't hold a candle to Lisa. She smiled and he became giddy with joy, his heart pounding, his palms sweating, his cock throbbing. And it all ended much too soon when Lisa checked her watch and said, "Oh my god, it's after one. I have to go! I have an appointment with my dissertation advisor at one-thirty and I look--my god, I must look awful. I'm not even wearing lipstick!" and she reached into her purse. Alex quickly took her hand, looked her in the eyes and said, "You don't need make-up. You look beautiful." She blushed, pleased, and squeezed his hand in return. They stood that way for a moment until Alex pulled a hundred dollar bill and dropped it on the table. "Come on, I'll give you a ride," and he produced a cell phone, punched in a few numbers then spoke into it, "The Cedars." He took Lisa's arm and led her out of the restaurant. Moments later, Alex helped Lisa into the limousine that he had so effortlessly summoned just a few moments earlier. "Spence will take you wherever you need to go." "I need to go to NYU." "NYU, hear that, Spence" "Yessir, Mr.Thorndyke." Alex started to close the door behind Lisa but she grasped his hand tightly and said, "Ride with me." "I have to get back to the off--" "Please." And so it was that Alex, for the first time in his professional life, called off work. Jumping into the limo seat beside Lisa, he pulled off his suit coat, a habit developed after he lost a client because the fussy heiress was 'offended' by his 'rumpled appearance,' He hung his jacket on a rack installed specifically for that purpose, pulled out his cell phone and dialed his office. Shauna answered on the first ring. "Good afternoon, Alexander Thorndy--" "Shauna, reschedule my 1:30." "Mr. Thorndyke?" "Move it to next week or, better yet, call Bernie Marx, see if he can take this one off my hands. If he's free at 1:30 then maybe--" The limo was streaking through the Manhattan streets and Lisa put her arm through Alex's and inched closer. Her sweet scent distracted Alex ever so briefly and he stopped mid-sentence. "Are you OK, Mr. Thorndyke?" asked Shauna. "Is anything wrong? Is Lisa still with you, you sound a little--" "I'm fine, Shauna, I just had a slight change of plan. So call Patterson and see if they will--" "Where's my sister? Is she with you?" "Yes," he said more brusquely than he intended. "Now, call Patterson." "But Mr. Thorndyke, please tell me. Is Lisa OK?" Lisa was close enough to hear so she took the phone from Alex's hand and spoke into it. "Hi, sweetie, it's me. I'm fine." "Where are you?" "Alex is taking me to NYU. Lunch ran late and so--" "Alex?" asked Shauna incredulously. "You call him Alex? Nobody calls him Alex. What's going on?" Trying to change the subject, Lisa said, "I really like Carl. I can see why you're so crazy about him. He's sweet and so cute." The limo hit a bump and both Alex and Lisa gasped. "What is going on?" said Shauna, sounding a bit parental. Alex grabbed the phone. "Shauna, honey, please call Patterson and reschedule." "Did you just call me honey?" "Good-bye, Shauna." He clicked off the phone "I don't think your sister likes me," said Alex. "I don't care." said Lisa as she grasped his arm a bit tighter. Alex was momentarily dumbstruck and before he could figure out what to say, Lisa had pulled her face to his and kissed him softly on the lips. The kiss lasted just a few seconds and Alex again found himself speechless. He pulled back and looked into her bright green eyes. "Lisa--" "Shhh," she said, her finger to his lips. She kissed him again, longer this time, and Alex melted into her. He felt her velvet tongue gently reaching into his mouth and he responded by pulling her closer. It had been a very long time since Alex had kissed a woman and he suddenly felt like a schoolboy who needed to consult the manual before he could continue. Lisa, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do. Alex extracted himself to ask Spence to raise the glass barrier between the front and back seats. Spence, a bit surprised, caught Alex's eye in the mirror. "Yessir, Mr. Thorndyke," said Spence with a jaunty smile. As the shield rose into place, he thought he could see Spence wink. Alex focused his full attention on Lisa now. "Hi," he said. "Hi," she said. She kissed him again, her tongue reaching deeper now and he longed to reach for her breasts but didn't dare. So she did it for him, pulling his right hand to her and holding it onto her left breast. Alex's fingers fumbled with the pearl button that had attracted his attention when he first saw her in the office. She wore no bra and as he fondled her silky breast he could feel his cock straining at the fabric of his Armani pants. She read his mind and with her left hand expertly unzipped his pants and firmly grabbed hold of his manhood. The limo hit another bump and Alex nervously lifted his head and started to look out the car window but Lisa pulled him back to her and whispered in his ear. "Make love to me." She still pulled at his penis, fighting the cotton fabric of his briefs until she freed him and Alex began to grind his hips. A moment later, he was surprised to feel Lisa's soft mouth wrapped around his cock. She swirled her tongue around the tip a few times before taking his shaft deeper, her mouth brushing lightly against his pubic hair. Lisa pulled back slowly, so slowly and Alex shivered with a pleasure that he never really known before. She sucked on his cock in this way for a full minute, Alex eking out small chirps and groans of absolute ecstasy. When she stopped, her mouth moved up to his ear. "Make love to me," she whispered. "Oh Alex, please. Please fuck me." And with that Alex's hand reached up her skirt and yanked violently at her panties. They tore a little and Lisa moaned with delight. He pulled at them again and they tore off of her as she whimpered softly with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Pushing her down onto the cool leather seat of the limo, he pulled her skirt up above her waist, exposing a soft bed of reddish blonde pubic hair. He could see her wetness and instinctively rammed two fingers into her cunt. The limo swerved again, the sudden motion pushing Alex's fingers deeper into Lisa and she registered her pleasure with a sharp intake of breath. For reasons unknown to Alex and Lisa, Spence suddenly slammed on the brakes. Alex rolled onto the floor, Lisa falling on top of him. "I'm sorry about that, sir," came Spence's voice over the intercom. "No problem, Spence." "We enjoyed it, Spence," added Lisa, and Alex laughed along with her. "Anything I can do to help, ma'am." Once on the plush carpet of the limo floor, they took just a moment to look into each other's eyes. Lisa kissed Alex gently and smiled. Alex was filled with a wonder he had never known and thought to himself, "Oh, I get it now. This is what it means to fall-in-love." He noticed for the first time that the top three buttons of her blouse had come undone and her beautiful breasts peeked teasingly from behind her shirt. He reached for her and as she leaned forward her blouse fell open and he buried his head in the space between her tits. She giggled shyly for a moment but as his mouth found its way to her large areolas, she moaned. In one effortless motion Lisa moved her hips and, before he knew it, Alex was inside her. As she rode him feverishly, Alex sucked on her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue while thrusting his cock into her with intense passion. As they both approached climax, Alex sensed a oneness of being that he had never known, a sensation so powerful that his eyes filled with tears. He tried to hold them back but a single tear overflowed from his eye and ran down the side of his face. Lisa suddenly reared her head back, her face turned toward the roof of the limo and she moved herself up and down on Alex's rock-hard cock with intense delight. Her orgasm was close and she wanted to scream but not wanting to include Spence any more than she had to, she suddenly pushed Alex to the floor and fell on top of him, burying her head into his shoulder, her body quivering with orgasmic intensity. The scream still wanted to escape so to stifle it she bit into Alex's shoulders. She bit so hard that, even through his neatly pressed white shirt, she broke his skin and Alex could feel blood seeping through his undershirt. The pain of the bite mingled with his pleasure and he felt that tingling intensity that signaled an orgasm. As Lisa's orgasm intensified, she nuzzled her face into his neck and in addition to the thrust of her hips, she began to move them in a circular motion. Alex's orgasm was building within him; he thrust his cock into her with all the strength he could muster and within seconds he was shooting his load into her. Lisa's hips circled and this motion seemed to prolong his orgasm. Sensing this, she moved faster until his last shot of cum exploded into her. At last they were still. Alex stayed inside her and though he was spent, Lisa continued the nearly imperceptible circling and Alex felt several aftershocks. "I never want to leave this car," he thought to himself. "I want to stay just like this for the rest of my natural existence." "Ma'am? Where can I take you? Lisa looked up and caught a glimpse of the Washington Square Arch. "Anywhere is fine," she said, and within seconds, she and Alex were zipped and buttoned, sitting once again on the back seat. On the floor of the limo were Lisa's torn panties. Alex picked them up and, after a quick glance at Lisa, stuffed them into his suit coat pocket. She smiled and nuzzled in to him just as the limo jolted to a stop. Her hand brushed his shoulder and she felt the wetness of his blood. "Oh my god, Alex, did I hurt you?" "Yes." He smiled. "Oh, Alex, I am so..." He interrupted her apology with a kiss. As they broke apart he asked her, "How are you getting back uptown?" "I'll take a cab." "I'll wait for you." "Don't you have other appointments?" "I don't know, I don't care." "I may be an hour or two," she said. "That's fine." Lisa gently stroked his face with her hand. "You have the sweetest face," she said, and then, "Meet me right here at three?" He smiled and nodded. Lisa kissed him quickly and ran off to her appointment, Alex watching her until she was out of sight. Sitting back in the limo, he spotted an elderly couple desperately trying to hail a cab. The woman stood on the curb nervously as the husband valiantly stood in the street, waving desperately but clearly terrified. "Spence, pull up." "Sir?" "Pull up to that man. There, in the street." "Yessir." The car slowly pulled up in the front of the elderly gentleman and he stepped back up on the curb. Alex opened the door on their side and slid out of the car. "Where are you folks going?" "Who? Us?" said the old man. "Yes. Where to?" "Well," stuttered the wife, "we have tickets for a two p.m. matinee at the..." She pulled two frayed tickets from her purse. "Broadhurst Theatre. It's on..." She struggled to read the fine print. "Forty-fourth," said Alex. "The Broadhurst is at forty-fourth and seventh." He checked his watch—one-twenty-three. "Here, take my limo. Spence will get you there with time to spare." "But..." "No charge." "Oh, but sir, we..." The woman's purse fell from her hands and spilled on the sidewalk. Her husband slowly knelt down to retrieve her belongings but Alex beat him to it. "Please, let me," he said, a faint trace of a smile on his face as he remembered meeting Lisa in just this way less than two hours earlier. Mixed in with the mints, lipsticks, compacts and green stamps, was a dog-eared paperback copy of "A Ounce of Dignity" an historical novel set in the McCarthy era by one Alexander Thorndyke. What It Means to Fall in Love "Sir, this is very kind of you," said the elderly man, "but I'd feel more comfortable if..." "Did you enjoy this?" he asked the woman as he handed her the book . "Very much. Did you read it? " "He wrote it." It was Spence, smiling, looking over the top of the limo from the driver's side. Alex had a special relationship with Spence. Spence was perhaps the only person he worked with who was neither afraid of him nor disliked him—perhaps because he served Alex when he was tired and at his most vulnerable. Whatever the reason, Alex liked him and was touched by the obvious pride which his friend took in promoting Alex's book and he smiled warmly at Spence. "Noooo. Really?" She turned the book over to look at Alex's furrowed brow on the back cover. "You're Alex Thorndyke?" "Yes, ma'am." She scrutinized him briefly and her eyes widened. "Goodness gracious, it is you. Would you please...?" She held out the book, clearly hoping for an autograph. "Certainly," said Alex, signing his name on the inside cover with great flourish. "Now, please, take my limo. It's safer and it's faster." "Oh, how lovely," said the woman and without hesitation, she climbed into the back seat. "Helen!" the old man grumbled. "Look, mister big shot, I..." "The back seat is really soft...." "John, get in, it's lovely. And it smells so nice," said the woman. "...and there's a partition," offered Alex. Befuddled for a moment, the old man looked at Spence, who winked. "What is that smell, I know it's familiar but..." the woman's voice trailed off. "I see," said the gentleman who suddenly smiled shyly. "Well, if you say so." He lowered himself into the back seat. Alex closed the door behind him and instructed Spence to meet him back at the same spot at 3 p.m. "What are you going to do, Mr. Thorndyke?" "I don't know...Enjoy myself?" "It's about time," countered Spence as he smiled and got in the car. Alex watched the limo drive off before walking into the heart of Greenwich Village.