The Other Woman

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Part One

Alex turned to the radio and put the volume switch up a notch. She loved the song that was playing and started to sing along to it, not caring who was listening.

‘Oh my god Alex! Who is this?’ Melissa shrieked at her from the other end of the counter.

Alex turned and grinned at her. ‘This is Luther Vandross honey and don’t you dare say a word against him!’

Melissa shook her head and finished the sandwich she was making, putting it onto a plate and talking it over to the customer by the window. She walked back around to where Alex was filling the coffee grinder, still singing.

‘I forget how old you are sometimes, Alex…’ Melissa grinned at her as she leant her back against the counter.

‘I’m only 38 you cheeky cow…and Luther is a God.’ Alex leant over to Melissa. ‘I had my best sex listening to Luther Vandross, actually…’ She laughed as Melissa went a shade of rose pink.

‘Shut up!’ She laughed, embarrassed. The bell on the door tinkled, indicating a customer and Melissa looked up, her jaw dropping. ‘Holy shit….’ She gasped.

Alex looked at her, expecting her to go and take the customer’s order. ‘Go on, Melissa…’ She nudged her.

Melissa shook her head, her blonde hair shaking loose from under her hat. ‘I can’t…Alex, you do it.’

‘Why not? I thought you’d got over your nerves now?’ Alex sighed. She had been holding Melissa’s hand for a month now and thought she had got used to dealing with the customers. The café wasn’t big but it was busy, being right in the centre of London’s theatre district.

‘Look who the fuck it is…’Melissa hissed out of the corner of her mouth. Alex peered around the corner. Her stomach leapt into her throat and she grinned. It was him!

Alex turned and wiped her hands on a tea cloth and smiled warmly at Melissa.

‘I’ll go, don’t worry.’ She patted Melissa’s shoulder and pushed past her, her heart beating fast in her chest. She lifted the order pad, although she knew she didn’t need it. He always ordered the same thing. Smoothing down her apron, she walked over to him.

‘Hi. Can I take your order, Sir?’ Alex put on her most professional ‘Waitress’ voice and smiled down at him.

Alan put down his newspaper and looked up at her, grinning. ‘Hi Alex!’

‘Hi Alan….’ She smiled back at him. ‘You’re back then.’

‘I am, just thought I’d pop by… I’ll have the usual.’ He winked at her and she smiled, her stomach doing back flips.

‘No problem… the usual it is…’ She smiled at him and paused before walking back to the counter.

Melissa was next to her as soon as she returned and started to butter a baguette and warm through some bacon.

‘Do you know him?’ She whispered, trying not to stare at him.

‘Who, Alan Rickman? He used to come in here all the time. He’s been away filming in America, he’s just got back I think.’ Alex kept her voice neutral. Melissa was a young 18 and impressionable, but she needed to learn to treat all customers in the same way, regardless of who they are.

‘You mean, I will have to serve him, if he comes in?’ Melissa gaped at her.

Alex finished the BLT baguette and looked at Melissa. ‘Yes, Melissa. You will if you want to continue working for me. No time like the present. Come on, I’ll introduce you.’
Alex handed Melissa the plate in exasperation, gathered a pot of tea and a mug with milk in and nudged her in the direction of Alan’s table. Melissa’s face blanched as she walked towards him.

Alex side stepped Melissa and put the tea on the table. ‘Alan, I want you to meet my newest recruit. This is Melissa.’

Alan looked up at Melissa and judged the situation immediately. ‘Hello, Melissa… is that for me?’ He nodded at the sandwich. Melissa nodded, her hand shaking as he took the plate from her hand. ‘Thanks.’ He smiled at her.

‘S’ok….’ Melissa mumbled.

Alex rolled her eyes at Alan who chuckled softly under his breath.

‘Don’t worry, Alex. After a while I will just be another boring customer and she won’t notice….’

Alex turned to Melissa. ‘Go and do the washing up, I’ll be there in a moment.’

Melissa was glad of the chance to leave and scuttled to the back kitchen, not seeing Alex and Alan laughing as they watched her disappear.

Alex turned to Alan grinning. ‘You will never be just another boring customer…’ She stated and their eyes met warmly before she went back to her tasks.

Part Two

Alex locked the café and pulled down the metal shutters. She had gathered some left over cheesecake and lifted the bag she had it in, holding it flat as she made her way down the street and round the corner to her apartment. She was mentally going through her freezer and trying to work out what she would cook while at the same time thinking what was clean in her wardrobe. She sighed, her stomach was in knots.

Fumbling with her key, Alex looked down to see Arthur, her chocolate coloured cat, snake his tail around her calf.

‘Great timing, puss…’ she mumbled, gently shoving him away with her leg as she opened the door.

Alex walked into the kitchen and put the cheesecake into the fridge, opened a bottle of red wine to breathe and smiled when she saw a packet of fresh pasta, a tub of sauce and fresh garlic bread in the middle of the table with a note next to it. She lifted the note and smiled to herself before running upstairs to get her shower.

Twenty minutes later, Alex had water bubbling in a pan for the pasta. Her hair hung loose and slightly damp on her shoulders, she liked to look different outside work. Her lips were brushed with a deep pink gloss, her eye make-up grey and smoky to show off her blue eyes. She had chosen her clothes carefully, her black knee-length skirt, her red V-neck top with cap sleeves, tight fitting and showing off her womanly curves. She was no spring chicken but she knew how to make the best of her assets. She had shaved her legs and moisturised to within and inch of her life, sprayed her best perfume and put on her best underwear, the black lace she knew he liked so much.

She was surprised to feel so nervous; after all, they had been meeting like this for five years. But he had been gone for over a month and although she didn’t want to admit it to herself, she had missed him more than she had anticipated. ‘The curse of the other woman…’ She thought ruefully. Well, it had been her choice and it suited them both. She had no wish to be tied down. She had been there, done that and taken a refreshing intake of breath when it was all over, vowing never to put all of her eggs in a mans’ basket again.

Turning, she saw Arthur in the middle of the table, looking at her with a disgruntled stare. ‘Oh shit, Arthur…I’m sorry, sweetie.’ She walked over to him and he nuzzled her hand.’ Come on, then…’ Alex walked out to the back porch and grabbing a pouch of cat food, bent over to feed Arthur who snaked around her legs and started eating before she had finished.

Alex put the empty pouch into the bin and turned to see him leaning in the doorframe, smiling at her.

‘Nice view…’ He commented.

‘Thanks…’ She grinned as he held his hand out to her and she took it, walking into the kitchen. They wrapped their arms around each other and stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

‘How’ve you been?’ He asked her, stroking the hair from her face tenderly, kissing her cheek lightly.

‘OK.’ Alex’s breath was coming in shorter bursts. He always had this effect on her when she hadn’t seen him for a while, he knickers were soaking wet already and his erection was pushing firmly into the front of her crotch. ‘You?’ She asked him, lazily tracing her fingers across his jacket, feeling his broad shoulders.

‘I’m better now…’ He sighed. ‘I missed you, Alex.’ He bent his head to her and covered her mouth with his in a soft and gentle kiss.

‘ Oh wow…’ Alex gasped and pulled away. There was something different about the kiss they had shared. She looked at him and saw something she couldn’t define in his eyes.

They smiled at each other and Alan shrugged. Sighing, he turned to find the wine.

Alex walked over to the pasta and put into the boiling water as Alan grabbed two glasses and filled them, handing one to Alex.

‘I have news, Alex…’ He spoke quietly, his eyes on his wine.

She looked at him. ‘Are you OK, Alan? Is something wrong?’

‘Well, I am OK… nothing is wrong…. well, something IS wrong but it’s fine, I’m fine actually…’ He walked over to the table and sat down, gesturing Alex to sit next to him.

‘You know I’ve been away for a while…’ He took her hand in his and stroked it gently.

‘God, yes… I do know…’ Alex sighed and smiled at him. He knew she had missed him.

‘Well… I went home, you know, back to the flat and, well… Rima moved out while I was away. It seems she had a better offer and decided to take it…’ He didn’t look at her but took a long gulp of his wine.

‘Oh my god…’Alex breathed…’Are you OK?’

They hadn’t spoken much about Alan’s relationship, he had told her enough in the beginning to know that anything that happened between the two of them was a separate issue and that although he and Rima loved each other, they were not ‘in love’ and no longer shared a room. It helped Alex to justify their affair.

‘I am. Bit shocked; wish she’d told me herself instead of just leaving me a note and taking her stuff. But to be honest, for the last year my head hasn’t been with her and she knew it, I think.’ He glanced up at Alex and their eyes met. Alex’s stomach did a summersault and she smiled at him.

‘Pasta.’ She said quietly and went back to finish the food.


Part Three

They ate in silence. There had been a shift in circumstances and they were both thinking their own thoughts. Alex’s mind drifted back to the first time they had been here together. There was no food that night, just sex and lots of it.

They had been casually flirting in the café for weeks, just after she had opened the place. Then one night he arrived as she was closing up and invited her for a drink… one-drink lead to more and she had boldly asked if he wanted to come back to her place. He had hesitated for a moment before explaining his situation. They discussed it briefly, agreed it was just lust and shagged like rabbits all night. Both of them agreed it had been awesome and a one off, but it didn’t end there because they hadn’t been able to keep away from each other. Five years later and they were still at it whenever they got the chance. There was never any talk of the future, love or even an exchange of telephone numbers in the whole time they had been meeting up. The only sign there was anything happening was that Alex had given Alan a key for convenience and it worked.

Alex reflected that it hadn’t just been about sex. Intellectually they were well matched and she enjoyed their debates about social issues. In another life, Alex had been a Social Worker and he was shocked when she told him. ‘I can’t believe you turned your back on that, Alex!’ He had been disgusted with her, but she had been burnt out, constant demands on her emotionally had worn her out, so she gave it all up, opened the café and never regretted it. It didn’t mean she wasn’t still interested in people and their issues and she still got it, from her customers. The difference was, it was no longer her responsibility.

On top of that they shared a sense of humour and she smiled, remembering the night she had said something in jest and he had laughed until tears ran down his face. ‘You are the funniest person I know!’ He had gasped, and then lunged for her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

‘What are you smiling at?’ He was watching her as thoughts flitted across her face.

‘I was thinking about you.’ She stared at him. She had always been honest with him and that wasn’t going to change now he was single.

‘Oh were you?’ He was grinning at her sexily and she laughed.

She smiled at him. ‘Let’s forget dessert, Alan… I want you to fuck me… see you upstairs, don’t keep me waiting longer than I have already… a month and a bit is too long and I’m gagging for you…’ she whispered in his ear as she walked behind him.

Alan let out a low gasp, his desire for her matched hers for him and he stood up immediately to follow her up the stairs.

Part Four

They lay in each other’s arms, panting, sweat glistening on their bodies. It had been fast and intense. Alex didn’t care; she just relished the feel of him inside her as they came together. She could tell he needed it as much as she did, his orgasm had hit her with such force she had felt his sperm hit the walls of her throbbing vagina over and over again.

Alan turned on his side to look at her, pushing tendrils of hair away from her face as she turned and smiled at him.

‘You are very beautiful, Alexis, has anyone ever told you that?’ He was staring at her intently, his hazel eyes darker, his pupils large, the result of his passion and intense orgasm.

Alex shivered. She loved hearing him say her name. Most people assumed she was Alexandra and that Alex was just to save syllables.

‘Yes, people tell me all the time in the café…’ she teased him.

‘Well I think you need to hear it more often…’ He smiled and bent to kiss her. She pushed him away a little.

‘The only person who tells me I am beautiful is you!’ She laughed ‘And you only say it before or after sex…unless you plan on being around more often, I guess it just won’t happen.’ She grinned at him but he didn’t return her smile.

Sighing, he turned away from her and lay on his pillow, propping his head on his arms.

‘What did I say?’ Alex looked at him, his eyes were closed and she knew he was angry or upset about something.

‘I need to go, Alex…’ He sighed again and without looking at her, climbed out of bed and dressed.

‘Alan, what is it? Please… don’t just leave. Talk to me.’ Alex sat up in bed, the duvet falling and exposing her soft, round breasts.

Alan looked at her, his eyes sad. ‘I don’t think I can do this anymore, Alex. I’m sorry… I’ll…I’ll see you in the café. Maybe…’ He took one last look at her and left, closing the bedroom door behind him and leaving Alex staring after him.

Alex lay back down on the pillows and stared at the ceiling. ‘What was that all about?’ She thought to herself.

Alex became aware of the pain in the pit of her stomach and the tears starting to sting her eyes. She closed her eyes tightly and fat tears started to drip down her face. She turned her head into the pillow and a low moan escaped her, uncontrolled. The thought of never being held by him again was tearing her apart and she knew in an instant that what she had thought was companionship and lust had turned to love, without her being aware of it.


Part Five

Alex spent the next week going through the motions. She shocked Melissa. She wasn’t taking care of her appearance, she had lost weight almost overnight and she looked ill.

Alex felt as though she was in a daze. She made sandwiches, she took orders, and she chatted to her customers, all the time feeling as if her left arm was missing.
The realisation that she loved Alan, but was no longer with him, was making her ill and she knew it. She didn’t care. Each time the bell tinkled above the door she looked up in the hope of seeing him, only to be disappointed and feel another dagger-like pain stab at her.

On the Friday, Alex didn’t get out of bed. She called Melissa to say she was ill and not to open up the café and lay in the bed, inhaling Alan’s scent from the pillow his head had rested on. She had cried until she felt she had no tears left and she had become so accustomed to the feeling of pain that she barely noticed it.

Alex slept on and off for most of the day, didn’t eat and finally dragged herself downstairs when she couldn’t bear Arthur’s constant mewling for food a moment longer.

Alex had thrown on her oldest bathrobe, reserved for when she cleaned her house each Sunday. It was tatty around the edges, covered with blotches and bleach stains. Right now, it suited her mood.

‘OK, Arthur, you irritating shit…’ she grumbled at him as he rubbed himself against her stubbly legs.

She plopped the cat food into the dish and caught sight of herself in the window against the darkening sky outside. Her hair was all over the place and even she could tell she had lost weight. She looked like she was dying. ‘I am fucking dying…’ She thought to herself sadly.

Alex heard the doorbell and froze, looking down at herself. ‘Fuck off.’ She muttered and ignored it, putting the kettle on. She needed coffee and a good slap, she knew she had to pull herself together and now was as good a time as any.

The doorbell went again.

‘Fucking Fuck off!’ She shouted out towards the hallway. She had started to shake and realised she needed to eat before she collapsed.

Alex walked slowly towards the ‘fridge and opened the door, searching the mostly bare shelves for something, anything that would stop her shaking and take away the nausea that was washing over her.

She didn’t hear the key in the lock or the footsteps on the bare floorboards of her hallway. She closed the ‘fridge door, saw him out of the corner of her eye and gave a small gasp in shock, dropping the brown, wizened banana she had been planning to eat. She stared at him, unaware of how much she was shaking or how shocked he was at the sight of her.

‘God, Alex…. You look awful.’ He walked over and pulled a chair from the kitchen table, pushing her shoulder slightly so she had no choice but to sit on it.

Alex sat and stared into the space in front of her. She felt numb. He was here and she was at a loss, her self-confidence shot to pieces since their last encounter. A shell had replaced the usually self-assured, vivacious Alex.

Alan looked at her, his face full of concern. ‘I hope you didn’t mind my opening the door. I called at the café and it was still shuttered so I thought perhaps you were ill…’

He drifted off; she had turned her face away from the sound of his voice to hide the tears that had started to uncontrollably fall from her eyes.

‘Alex… are you ill?’ He spoke softly. He had never seen her like this and didn’t know what to do.

‘Why are you here?’ She whispered to him.

‘I told you… I came to the café…’

‘No. I mean, why did you bother? You could have come to the café next week…’ She spat it out. He had caused her this pain and she wanted him to feel some of it too.

Alan pulled a chair close and sat in front of Alex, his eyes searching her face and not understanding what he was seeing.

‘Alex, I don’t know what is going on. I came to apologise for walking out last week…and to explain myself, if you will let me… or would you rather I left?’

He was exasperated and hadn’t expected the response he was getting. Alex was usually so chilled about everything. He ran his hands over his face as he waited for her to answer him.

Alex looked up at him, her eyes red, face pale, her dark brown eyes mirroring the torment she had been through. ‘I’m listening…’


Part Six

Alan looked into Alex’s sad face. She looked like she had been crying for a week and her skin was blotchy and pale. Her eyes were dark and he thought he could see fear there.

‘Alex, I am very sorry I left like I did. It was unforgivable to just walk out like that… my head was a mess that night, to be honest, you know, Rima leaving the way she did, seeing you… I don’t know, it all became too much.’

‘I can see how it must have been difficult… I am used to being the one left behind, Alan.’ She sounded bitter and knew it. ‘I’m sorry… that wasn’t fair. I knew the rules when we started this….’ She shuffled a little, looking down at her hands as the clenched and unclenched each other. ‘Go on…’

‘The trouble with rules Alex is that they are so easily broken…’ He murmured.

She looked up at him and he was looking at her hands, his thoughts somewhere else.

‘You know I told you, Alex, that I wasn’t really with Rima, properly, I mean… for the last year, anyway?’

He wasn’t looking at her and his voice was so soft and quiet she could hardly hear him. Alex shifted forward in her seat, trying to catch his words.

‘Yes, Alan… I remember that…’ Alex was suddenly more worried for him than she was herself, he looked lost.

‘She knew. About us, I mean.’ Alan looked at her then, it was clear he was concerned about Alex’ reaction.

They had always agreed that they would be discreet. They never met in public, it was always here in the house, and if they bumped into each other in the café, they had a code (The Usual…) to let each other know if they would meet later.

They had also agreed that if anyone’s suspicions were raised they would end their affair immediately, to avoid bad press damaging Alan’s career. Alex had insisted on it.

‘How…what? Rima knew? When did she know?’ Alex was paler than she was before, her face almost translucent.

‘She knew a year ago…’ His eyes were unsure, almost scared as he looked at her.

‘How? We were always so careful…’ Alex shook her head in disbelief.

‘She guessed and I told her the truth. And she gave me an ultimatum. I had to choose, between the two of you.’ He looked at her as she stared at him, her jaw dropping.

‘So why didn’t you? Choose, I mean? We always agreed, if anyone found out, that would be the end of it, Alan. I did not want to come between you and the rest of your life, you know that… we agreed…’ Alex was finding her voice; this new information was overriding any grief she had been feeling.

He smiled at her, glad to hear a trace of the old Alex coming through as she spoke.

‘I did choose, Alex…’ He spoke softly, taking her hand in his and squeezing it tightly.

‘I chose you…’

Alex put her hand over her mouth in shock. ‘What do you mean, you chose me?’

Alan dropped her hand and stood up, pacing the floor.

‘Rima gave me a week to make my mind up. I could have her or you; there was no other solution she would agree to… So I didn’t see either of you for that week. And the more I thought about it the more I realised, Alex. I know we said this was lust, a fling, and an affair. Well, I don’t know when that changed for me…but it did, it has. I chose you because I couldn’t leave you….’

He looked at Alex; his eyes swimming with unshed tears and pain mirroring hers.

‘Oh my god… what did she say?’ Alex whispered as the enormity of his words seeped slowly into her brain.

‘She thought I was joking. I told her I would never joke about anything this important. As soon as I told her, I knew I had made the right decision, it wasn’t hard.’ He looked at her and smiled a little, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets.

‘But, when was this, a year ago? Why didn’t you tell me…? Alex was confused.

‘Because I didn’t want anything to change. I knew you were happy with the way we were going. I didn’t know what you would say if I told you how I was feeling and to be honest, I didn’t want to lose you.’

‘And now?’ Alex breathed slowly, not daring to hope.

‘And now, I still feel the same way. I’m in love with you, Alex. I know it wasn’t meant to be like this. If you don’t feel the same way, I understand. I can leave you my key and we can just, well.. Go back to whatever normal is…’ He looked at his shoes, his voice trembling slightly.

Alex didn’t need to hear any more. She stood up carefully, her head a little woozy and not just through lack of food. Her eyes were full of happy tears and she walked to where Alan was standing, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, her tongue brushing his lips until her opened up to let her in.

Alan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, his tongue probing her mouth slowly, his hands caressing her back and the top of her buttocks gently before he pulled away to look at her.

Alex smiled at him as tears slid quietly down her cheeks. ‘I stink… I really need to take a shower.’

He smiled at her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. ‘Sure… of course.’ He smiled as she walked to the bottom of the stairs.

Alex looked at him, her eyes wide. ‘Well, what do you need, an invitation?’ She winked at him and he followed her eagerly.

Part Seven

Alex walked into her bathroom and over to the large shower unit in the corner of the room. She had saved for over a year to have her whole house remodelled and with Alan’s help and good taste she had the perfect home. The corner shower had been her idea, she loved showering with him and they needed plenty of space, Alex being almost as tall as him. She smiled as she touched the switch at the side of the shower and the water started to pump from the large metal head, spraying in a wide arc.

She heard Alan enter the room behind her and turned to look at him. After his declaration of love she felt a little shy. Suddenly this was more than just sex.

Alan had taken off his jacket and tie and left his shoes and socks by the bed. Alex looked at him and sighed inside. His grey hair was not quite collar length but was brushed back slightly at the sides. He had a bit of stubble and his white shirt was open at the top, revealing a little chest hair. It had never mattered to her what he looked like, they had chemistry and that was what had worked for her.

‘Nice view…’ She smiled at him and held out her hand. He stepped forward, took her hand and looked down at her.

‘What are you wearing?’ He grinned and Alex looked down in shock.

‘Oh crap, I forgot! Attractive huh?’ She grinned.

‘Very…’ He murmured and moved his hands to the front of her robe, unfastening the towelling belt and pushing it off her shoulders. He looked her up and down. ‘ It’s an improvement!’

Alan stepped closer to her and she wrapped her arms around his waist. He pulled her to him and kissed her, softly as first, his lips brushing tenderly against hers as she melted into him. Alex kissed him back but with more passion as she ran her hands down his back and clasped his firm buttocks, pushing his crotch towards her so she could feel his hard length beneath his trousers. Alan let out a low moan and brought his hand up to cup her soft, round breast, his thumb moving slowly around the nipple and grazing the top, making Alex gasp and buckle against him.

Alex moved her hands to the fly of Alan’s trousers and quickly unzipped them, pushing them over his hips and letting them fall to the floor as she cupped his tight balls beneath the fabric of his tight fitting boxers. Alan groaned and stepped away from her.

‘Slow down!’ He laughed at her ‘ I want you too, but I want to enjoy it, plus…’ he nodded to the shower ‘you’re wasting water!’

Alex grinned. ‘Sorry. I can’t help it. You turn me on… I’m wet already…’

She loved talking dirty to him and watching his face change as he reacted. This had the desired effect and he closed his eyes a little, his tongue slowly licking his bottom lip at the thought of her wetness.

Alan started to unbutton his shirt and looked at her. ‘Get in the shower… Alexis…’ He spoke slowly, knowing how the sound of his voice saying her name would make her feel and smiled at her sexily, raising his eyebrows.

Alex gasped as her stomach flipped over and did as she was told, leaving the door open for him to follow her.

Alex stood under water and let her hair get soaked by it. She shuddered as she felt him step in behind her and pushed her hair from her face before turning to him.

Alan reached for the shampoo and squeezed a small amount onto his hand before turning Alex back the way she had been facing and starting to lather her hair with it. He massaged the shampoo through her chestnut tresses, pulled her back under the pounding water and rinsed her hair, loosening the tangled lengths with his thick, smooth fingers. Alex closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of him washing her hair. He had told her once that he thought it was the ultimate in pampering, having someone else wash your hair and she smiled at the water cascaded down her back. Alan smoothed conditioner onto her hair and turned her to face him. His hair was wet and Alex reached up to push it back from his face before they kissed, their tongues meeting passionately, licking and searching for each other, Alan’s arms wrapped tightly around Alex, her hands caressing his buttocks as their naked bodies were pushed together, the water running firmly over them, making them tingle.

Gasping they pulled apart slowly, their eyes intent on each other. Alex let her fingers drift up to caress Alan’s nipples and bent her head to plant small kisses along his throat and chest. Her mouth found a nipple and she traced a circle around it before flicking it with her tongue. She covered it fully with her mouth and sucked at him firmly, making him gasp. Alex dropped to her knees and took the throbbing head of his penis between her lips, slowly licking the tip, allowing her tongue to linger along the ridge before thrusting him firmly into her soft, willing mouth. Alan’s hands went to the back of her head as she began to thrust her mouth on and off the shiny head, tasting a little pre-cum and licking at him greedily. Alex felt his hands on her shoulders, pulling her up. She groaned with disappointment and stood up reluctantly.

‘I wanted to taste you…’ She whispered as he pulled her face closer to his.

‘Later, my beautiful Alexis… you can taste me as often as you want. This time, I’m going first…’ He whispered back and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers exploring her dripping labia.
Alan ran his tongue across her mouth and she parted her lips in a silent gasp as he inserted a thick finger inside her tight, wet vagina. He started to thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth in direct response to his finger thrusting in and out of her soft pussy, feeling her walls clench against him as he pushed his finger deeper each time.

Pulling away, Alan knelt in front of Alex and with his hands on her hips, pulled her crotch level with his face. He buried his face into her pubic hair and used his tongue to search for her opening. Alex gasped and moaned at the feel of his tongue inside her, thrusting in and out and pausing to lick her clitoris gently, teasingly. Alan’s hand slipped down Alex’s buttocks and explored her nether lips from behind. He inserted first one finger and then another, gently thrusting into her dripping vagina as he licked and sucked at her clit, eagerly tasting every inch of her.

‘Don’t stop…I’m coming…Oh my fucking god…Alan!!! Oh my god…’ Alex was trembling forcefully and he could feel her tight muscles clamp onto his fingers. He slowly pulled them out to replace them with his tongue and Alex gasped as she came over his face, Alan drinking as much of her as he could.

Alex felt she would fall over and held onto the wall of the shower for support as he stood and pulled her close. She was still shaking, her orgasm so strong it had rendered her speechless.

‘My darling Alexis…’ He murmured into her wet hair. Pulling her back under the hot water, he gently held her as he rinsed the conditioner off, her breathing calming as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Alex looked up at him, her eyes large and full of love. ‘That was amazing… ‘She whispered.

‘You are amazing.’ He smiled at her. ‘You are also wrinkling like a prune!’ He chuckled softly. ‘Let’s get dry and go to bed, Alexis…’

Alex nodded and they stepped out of the shower, wrapping each other in large fluffy towels and holding each other close. Alan walked towards the door, holding Alex by the hand. She pulled him back and he looked at her.

Alex looked at him. ‘I love you.’ She whispered.

‘I know…’ He smiled at her.


Chapter Eight

Alan led Alex into the bedroom and led her to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked at her and pushed her damp hair behind her ears, his smooth fingers softly caressing her cheek.

‘Are you OK?’ He murmured to her as he bent to kiss her neck.

Alex shivered and smiled. ‘ I am now…’

‘I was worried about you. Not like you not to open the café…’ His hands started to stroke the back of her neck and he nuzzled the top of her breasts where they were pushed towards him by her towel. ‘You looked so ill earlier…’ he kissed the valley between her breasts and she wriggled forwards, letting the towel fall lower, exposing more of her delicious breasts.

Alex ran her finger along his lower lip and he caught between his teeth, drawling it into his mouth and sucking on it gently, rolling his tongue around it. Alex sighed at the feel of his mouth covering her finger.

‘It’s been a difficult week…’ She closed her eyes as her caught another finger in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. He held her hand and planted soft kisses on the palm and then the inside of her wrist.

‘I hurt you, Alex. I am truly sorry.’ He kissed her neck and pushed the towel fully down to her waist, exposing her breasts and their pert, caramel coloured nipples.

‘Show me how sorry you are…’ She caught his eye is a passionate stare and heard a low moan escape him as he bent to take a nipple between his soft lips, rolling his tongue around it slowly, sucking and biting on it gently. Alex lay back onto the bed and he pulled the towel off her, gazing down at her nakedness. Alex trembled in anticipation as he removed his own towel, his large penis firm, upright and throbbing between his soft, sandy curls. Alex licked her lips at the sight of him and smiled, opening her arms to embrace him as he slid himself gently on top of her.

Their mouths met in a sultry kiss, gentle and probing tongues licking against each other, soft sighs and gentle gasps escaping their mouths as their desire for each other started to build within them.

‘Lie on your back, Alan…’ Alex breathed in his ear, wrapping her legs around his waist and feeling the tip of his penis probing her wet vagina. Together the rolled until Alex was straddling him. She allowed her breasts to sit above his face and he cupped them with both hands, massaging them gently, alternately licking each nipple, sucking at them and flicking them with the tip of his tongue. He could feel her juices flowing over the tip of his dick and wanted to be inside her. He brought his face to hers and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue firmly into her mouth while rubbing her nipples firmly with his thumbs.

‘Oh my god!’ Alex moaned, her eyes closed as she felt her clit start to thrum in direct relation to his delicious treatment of her breasts.

‘Fuck me, Alex!’ He gasped as he felt her wet lips ribbing up and down his shaft.

‘Oh god, yes please…’ Alex pushed herself up on her arms and moved herself directly over the tip of his dick. ‘Watch me, Alan… ‘ She gazed at him and he lifted his head. He could see the head of his penis buried within her folds as she teased him, rubbing her clit over the tip.

‘Oh god Alex…please!’ He begged her, the sight was enough to make him come straight away. She was so very hot and she really knew how to turn him on.

Without warning Alex thrust him deep inside her.

‘Oh Fuck!’ He cried out and bucked his hips upwards as her tight wet vagina enveloped him. She felt amazing.

‘Oh Jesus Christ! Alex almost screamed it as she felt him fill her up. He was hard, throbbing and huge and she loved making love to him.

Alex knew she was close to her orgasm and that Alan had waited long enough for his. Lifting herself up on one arm, she found her clit with her free hand and began to thrum herself quickly as she moved her buttocks up and down, sheathing and unsheathing his hard dick, faster and faster, thrusting him harder inside her with each incredible stroke.

‘Oh holy shit, I’m coming….’ Alex moaned, gasping as she felt her orgasm building inside her.

‘Fuck YES! Come with me Alexis!’ Alan cried out as he came, his legs trembling as he felt himself explode inside her. He felt, and heard, her orgasm as it hit her, her tight muscles clenching his dick over and over, squeezing ever last drop of come from him as she collapsed on top of him.

They lay panting for a while, gently holding each other, until Alex slowly snuggled herself down by Alan’s side and he turned to look at her.

Alex smiled at him, her eyes bright with tears. He smiled back, looking into her dark eyes.

‘I love you…’ He whispered. It felt so good to say it finally.

‘I love you too….’ She smiled and they kissed, over and over, until they were ready to make love again.


Epilogue

Alex turned the radio up a little and grabbing her spray and a wet cloth, she went to wipe down the tables. There were no customers and it was almost closing time.

Melissa watched her for a moment as she packed away the salads in the fridge. Whatever had been wrong with Alex, she was obviously feeling better and Melissa was glad. She really liked her and she couldn’t ask for a nicer boss. She laughed as she saw Alex start to dance around the table to a very modern dance track, the loud bass booming out.
Alex came back to where Melissa was standing and grinned at her.

‘You look happy!’ Melissa laughed.

‘I am happy, Melissa. Hey, I know I’m being nosey, but are you single?’ She nudged her shoulder and laughed at her.

‘No, I have someone…’ Melissa smiled.

‘That’s great. I’m glad. Everyone should have someone, don’t you think?’ She smiled and he eyes glazed over slightly.

‘Oh my god!’ Melissa slapped her forehead. ‘I am so stupid! That’s why you’re so happy!!! You’ve got a new boyfriend!’

Alex actually blushed. ‘No I don’t. Not really…’ She didn’t know what to call Alan but for the past two weeks he had lived in her house so she supposed ‘live-in lover and best friend’ would be a good description.

The bell over the door tinkled and Melissa’s face paled. ‘Oh my….’ She breathed.

Alex turned around to see Alan framed in the doorway. He was wearing a black suit and had his hair cut. He looked very handsome and was carrying a large bunch of red roses. She smiled at Melissa. ‘I’ll get this…’ and not looking at her she walked over to where he was standing smiling at her.

‘What are you doing here?’ She smiled.

‘I came to bring you these.’ He handed her the roses. ‘And to invite you out to dinner.’ He bent and kissed her cheek gently and they heard a sharp gasp from behind the serving bench.

Alex turned and saw Melissa gaping at her and giggled a little.

‘Dinner?’ She looked at Alan, puzzled ‘ You mean, in a restaurant dinner?’

‘We have been hiding for too long, Alex, and I never had a chance to woo you properly. You deserve more than what we have, so let me court you, OK? It will be fun, I promise!’ He grinned at her.

‘Wow!’ Alex grinned. ‘Brilliant!’

‘Oh, there was something I wanted to ask you, too…’ He smiled at her and Alex felt her heart pounding in her chest.

‘What?’ She was staring into his hazel eyes and watching the light bounce off them.

‘Will you be my girlfriend…official one, I mean?’ He smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her before bending his head to kiss her gently and softly.

Alex melted against him and smiled under his lips.

‘OK.’ She breathed.

Melissa dropped the bowl of tomatoes she was holding and they heard a loud smash as it fell to the floor.

Alan pulled away and laughed gently. ‘I have some stuff to do. I’ll pick you up at 8. Dress up, it’s posh, ok?’

‘OK!’ Alex smiled and laughed, bringing the roses to her face and inhaling their intoxicating scent.

She turned and smiled at Melissa who gaped at her and then nodded towards the door.

The bell tinkled and Alan stuck his head in again.

‘I love you, Alex…’ He smiled at her and winked at Melissa before closing the door behind him.

Alex closed her eyes and smiled.


The End

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