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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Alexandra Ch.3 (Romantic Erotica)
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Alexandra Chapter 3

The next day I woke up happy. So I've finally done it, I hummed, 
better late than never. I could smell her on my finger tips, even 
after I'd washed my hands. I was sure by then that she must really 
love me. And I thought that she must be as impatient to see me again 
and get intimate once more as I was

So I waited for her to call with a certain amount of anticipation. 
Wanting to hold her and touch her again. And to make love to her. To 
feel her come under my fingers again would be such bliss. I'm afraid I 
let my imagination run wild. But she didn't phone.

Then I had lunch and waited for her to call. Thinking that she mush be 
a late riser. Especially on a Saturday, when you've been working hard 
all week, you deserve a little lay in. My dreams began to go a little 
stale when she didn't phone in the afternoon either.

Then I had dinner and thought well if we are to go out to night she 
must surely call soon.

At around about half eight or a quarter to nine that evening I finally 
admitted to myself that she wasn't going to call. But I knew she would 
have a very good reason for not doing so. Though I couldn't think of 
any at the time. The thought that she didn't phone because she wasn't 
interested in me began to occur to me. But I dismissed it on every 
occasion.

On Sunday I again got out of bed early and waited for her to phone. 
She didn't. She didn't phone in the morning, to perhaps arrange to do 
something in the afternoon. She didn't phone in the afternoon to 
arrange something for the evening. She didn't phone in the evening to 
apologise for not phoning  earlier and to explain that she'd been 
rushed off her feet all weekend by an unexpected visitation of family 
members. She simply didn't phone.

By Monday I was calling her "That Bitch!" and vowing if I ever saw her 
again I'd give her a piece of my mind and tell her what she could go 
do with herself as well. But I couldn't understand it. Why did she 
have sex with me if she didn't like me? And if she did like me why 
didn't she phone? The thought that she might view our relationship in 
a more casual light didn't enter my head. It was all black or white to 
me. Either it was on or it was off. All or nothing. It just shows you 
what strong emotion can do for your tolerant, liberal ideas.

On Tuesday I got the shock of my life when she came up to me at the 
Camera Club and before I could say anything asked, "Don't you ever 
answer your phone, Kevin?"

I felt my jaw open in shock. "What?" I said.

"I was phoning you all weekend," she explained. "And you never 
answered."

"Never answered?" my mind had still failed to comprehend what she was 
saying. "What do you mean, never answered?"

She was getting annoyed, "I mean the phone rang and nobody picked it 
up."

"But I was home most of the weekend," I didn't say I'd barely strayed 
more than three feet from the phone. "And you never called."

"Your number's 477217, isn't it," she stated.

"No it's 477210," I replied, a glimmer of light appearing in the 
gloom. "Have you been phoning 477217?"

"Yes," she said. "That's the number you gave me."

"No it's not," I could see she was about to argue that it was. "But 
that's not important. I thought that you didn't phone because you 
didn't want to see me again."

She smiled, "No, don't be silly." She glanced down, "I enjoyed my date 
with you."

And I was on cloud nine again. Nothing could mar my happiness. She'd 
enjoyed herself. She liked me !

"Yeah?" I smiled back. "Do you want to repeat it again next Friday."

"OK," she looked up into my eyes.

I looked down into her's and had a deep urge to put my arms around 
her. But I managed to suppress the impulse.

Then Mary and John came over to us. Mary glanced at Alexandra and gave 
me a knowing look.

"We're going down the pub," John said. "You coming along?"

"Sure," I said and looked at Alexandra.

"Yeah," she agreed.

So we went down to the pub and had a drink. Over the next ten minutes 
more members of the club drifted in and joined us for the usual after 
meeting socialising. I sat beside Alexandra and ran my hand up and 
down her thigh. She put her hand on top of mine and left it there. 
This physical intimacy with her sent my hormones racing. As I neared 
the end of my pint I whispered in her ear.

"So are you going to invite me back to your place for a cup of 
coffee?" I asked, half jokingly.

"All right," she smiled back.

I raised my eyebrows.

She laughed, "So do you want to come back to my place for coffee, 
Kevin?"

"That would be nice," I smiled back and quickly finished my drink. We 
stood up, said goodbye and left.

As we walked around to her flat I wondered what the others were saying 
about us. What juicy rumours would be circulating around the club.

The first thing I did when we got to her flat was use the toilet. When 
I came out she had made instant coffee for us both.

"How do you like yours," she asked.

"Oh, black, no sugar," I replied and took one of the mugs from the 
counter.

She put a drop of milk into the other and sat in one of the armchairs. 
I sat in the chair beside her. We talked for the next few minutes 
about this and that. Mostly about the lecture we'd just seen at the 
camera club. It was some guy who'd been scuba diving in the tropics 
with an underwater camera. He'd had some really stunning photographs 
to show. Then I decided to make a move on her.

Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I put my elbows on her knees 
and smiled up at her. She lent forward, put her hands to my head and 
we kissed. I ran my hands up her legs and hooked them around her 
waist. I pushed up against her kiss and she slumped back in the chair. 
So I ended up leaning forward over her, with her legs to either side 
of me, resting on my elbows. I put a hand on each of her breasts. Her 
nipples pressed into the palms of my hands.

I started to unbutton her blouse. She started to breath heavily as I 
worked my way down and pulled her blouse out of her jeans. I pulled it 
open to reveal her body. She had a light fuzz of dark hair around her 
belly button, but my attention was focused on her breasts. Her nipples 
were clearly visible through the cotton of her bra.

Leaning forward again I put my lips to each nipple in turn and sucked 
them. Leaving two little damp patches behind. I ran my hands under her 
and she lifted herself up as I unhooked her bra. I brought my hands 
around again and ran them up and across her breasts to push her bra 
clear.

Now I could lick and suck her nipples directly. Which I did for what 
seemed like ages, but was probably only ten to fifteen minutes. I 
rubbed and caressed one breast with my hand as I licked and sucked the 
other. Then I'd switch and rub my warm saliva into her soft skin with 
my fingers as I licked and sucked the other breast.

Then my knees and back began to complain so I straightened up and sat 
back on my heels, smiling up at Alexandra. She smiled back and slid 
off the chair to sit on my lap, her legs pressing against my hips. I 
reached up to her shoulder and started to push her blouse down.

"No," she said. "I don't want to take it off."

"How about your bra?" I asked.

"OK," she smiled and pushed the strap down her sleeve and hooked it 
under her arm. Then repeated it with the other strap and arm and threw 
the bra onto the bed. I was mesmerised by the movement of her breasts 
as she breathed in and out. Slowly I bent down to lick and kiss and 
suck them again. She started to lick and suck my ears and after ten 
minutes of that I was very hot and very hard.

I sat back and pulled my shirt off. Then I reached down and undid her 
jeans. She brought her legs up and started to take off her shoes. As 
she took of her right shoe and stocking I took off her left.

Then I reached inside her jeans and ran my hands around to her bottom. 
She put her elbows onto the chair and lifted herself a few inches. So 
I pulled her jeans down around her thighs. I put her leg across my lap 
and pulled it out of her jeans. Then did the same with the other. And 
tossed the jeans away.

Her hands were around my neck again and we kissed again. While my 
hands ran all over her body.

I put my hand to her crotch and felt the damp heat there. "So do you 
want to have sex, then?" I whispered as she nuzzled my shoulder.

She froze. "What?" she asked.

"Sex," I repeated smiling. Thinking that her answer must surely be 
yes.

"No, I do not," she pushed me away and stood up.

"What?" I was stunned.

"I'm not going to have sex with you, Kevin," she walked over to her 
wardrobe and took out a silk robe.

I didn't know what to say. There wasn't much I could say. It'd seemed 
pretty obvious to me that we were going to have sex, Suddenly when I 
mentioned it she stopped being interested.

I didn't understand why she'd do it last time but not now. But I 
couldn't think of a way of asking her with out it turning into an 
argument were she would think I was trying to persuade her. And I 
didn't want that. So I started to get dressed.

Alexandra picked up the coffee mugs. "You didn't even finish your 
coffee," she said.

"Well it must be cold now," I replied. "You can't expect me to finish 
it."

"No. Of course not," she walked to the sink and poured it away.

I sat up on one of the armchairs and pulled my shoes out from under 
it.

"So do you want to go out on Friday," I asked.

"Yeah OK," she replied. "I'll be staying up this weekend for a tennis 
match I have on Sunday anyway."

The thought that she was implying that she wouldn't be interested in 
staying up for the weekend in order to see me flared in my mind. But I 
quickly suppressed it.

"Same time same place?" I smiled.

"Err, no, Kevin," she said. "I think we'd better make it a bit later. 
I don't know how I managed to make it last time."

"Eight O'clock?" I suggested.

"Make it a quarter past," she said.

"A quarter past eight's fine with me," I replied. I was overjoyed that 
she wanted to go out with me at all.

She stood across the room from me and watched me pull on my shoes. I 
liked the feeling of her eyes on me.

"I still haven't got over the way you tie your laces," she said.

I looked up and shrugged, "I didn't know that it was so unusual."

She walked across and stood in front of me. "It's weird," she said. "I 
don't see how they don't open."

"Well they don't," I bent down to demonstrate. "Unless you pull the 
lose end." I pulled the laces open.

She laughed.

"And then I'd tie them again," I said.

She said nothing as I re-tied them.

I looked up at her and smiled, "So you really don't want to have sex 
with me then."

She shook her head. "I can see than I'm going to have to play it very 
cool with you," she giggled.

I felt a momentary unease that she should use a phase like "play it 
cool". But I reached around her and hugged her, pressing my cheek 
against her stomach. "Not too cool I hope," I whispered.

She laughed and ran her fingers through my hair.

I didn't want to move I just wanted to hug her and feel her hands on 
me.

"Come on," she stepped away. "Time for you to go." She walked to the 
door to open it for me.

I followed and as I walked passed I stopped to hug her again. She 
hugged back and we kissed. I stepped back smiling as I put my hand to 
her breast and squeezed it through the silk of her robe.

"See you Friday at quarter past eight," I smiled.

She smiled back and ran her hand across the back of mine. "See you 
Friday," she repeated.

I turned and walked out, confused and frustrated. Frustrated, because 
I'd wanted to make love to her and she hadn't. Confused, because I 
felt she'd rejected me by not having sex with me again, but then she'd 
kissed and hugged me, so she clearly hadn't rejected me. It gave me 
much food for thought as I mulled over the contradictions over the 
next few days.

So once again I found myself standing outside Eason's on a Friday 
night waiting for Alexandra to show. I couldn't help wondering if this 
was going to become routine. If I was going to spend months,  if not 
years, standing around on O'Connell Street anxiously looking up and 
down for Alexandra to appear. And if I was going to spend months, if 
not years, wondering how she felt about me.

Then she arrived. She looked gorgeous in the late evening sunlight, 
even though she was dressed causally in jeans and a red T-shirt, with 
a light jacket that matched. It occurred to me that she'd probably 
dressed up for our first date, but I as usual had just worn jeans and 
a T-shirt. So this time she'd decided to dress more casual. I don't 
tend to dress up and forget that people dress to impress each other. I 
believe that a beautiful girl looks beautiful regardless of what she 
wears. If I think that a girl only looks good because of her clothes 
and make-up I tend to be put off. Though it's not always possible to 
decide in the heat of the moment.

I wanted very much to hug Alexandra as she came up and smiled at me. 
But she stopped just short, so all I did was smile back and say "Hi."

"Hi," she responded and shivers ran up my spine.

"I thought we might go to another film," I suggested.

"Yeah," she nodded. "There's a good one on up in the lighthouse."

"Do you mean 'September Bride'?" I asked.

"Yes," she smiled. "That's the one." She looked slightly worried, "You 
haven't seen it already, have you?"

"No. That's the one I was thinking of suggesting, as well," I smiled 
back.

"So what time does it start at?" she asked.

I checked the time, "In about two minutes."

"So lets go then," she turned and started walking.

I quickly caught up with her and slipped my hand into hers. She smiled 
and squeezed it tightly.

The film was set in northern Ireland and was about this headstrong 
young woman who has an illegitimate baby and ends up living with two 
brothers. All three, needless to say, get ostracised by the local 
community. It was a moving insight into the life and times of the 
period. With a lasting impression that a lot of the prejudices still 
exist to this day.

We went for a drink afterwards and had a very heated discussion about 
the rights and wrongs portrayed in the film. It being a good film 
there was a lot to discuss. Even though we started out in what could 
be considered very tricky ground, where our differences in views could 
easily have mortally wounded our relationship, we ended up discussing 
such esoteric generalities that neither of us got in the least bit 
offended.

When we left the pub we didn't say anything about where we were going, 
we just started walking back to her place. The night was lovely, I was 
walking hand in hand with a beautiful girl, on my way back to her 
place, having been entertained and stimulated, and with a few drinks 
inside me. It was a near perfect night. With more to come.

She led me into her flat with out saying a word. As I hung up my coat 
on the back of the door she asked, "Do you want some coffee?"

"Sure," I said.

"Black no sugar," she stepped into the kitchen alcove. "Right?"

"Right," I agreed and sat in one of her armchairs. There was a tube of 
tennis balls and a racket on the other. "So have you played much 
tennis this week?" I picked up the racket and tested the tension 
against my finger tips.

"Yes," she smiled. "I beat the number ten ranked player on Wednesday." 
She put two mugs on the counter, "But it was only a friendly, so it 
doesn't count for the rankings."

"Yeah," I said. "But now you know you can beat her."

"But now she knows to," she smiled back as she spooned some coffee 
into the mugs.

I put the racket down and bent to my shoes. "Do you mind if I make 
myself comfortable?" I gestured to my laces.

"No," she screwed the coffee jar closed and put it back in the 
cupboard. "Be my guest."

"I am your guest," I smiled back as I took off my shoes and stockings. 
And tucked them under the chair, out of the way.

"I'll be back in a moment," she walked towards the door. "Make the 
coffee when the water boils, will you," she flicked on the light and 
closed the bathroom door behind her.

I heard her moving around inside, but couldn't quite figure out what 
she was doing. The kettle boiled just as she flushed the toilet. I got 
up and poured the water into the mugs as she washed her hands. A few 
moments later she came back out.

"I didn't know if you took milk and sugar," I nodded towards the 
coffee. "So I didn't put any in."

"That's OK, Kevin," she poured a drop of milk into her coffee. "I 
don't take sugar."

I took a sip from my mug. She'd refreshed her perfume in the bathroom 
and she smelt gorgeous. I brushed my fingers across the side of her 
face and lightly caressed her ear. She smiled back and sipped her 
coffee. I continued to caress.

"Why are we standing," she looked around at the armchairs. "Lets sit." 
She walked over, dumped the tennis balls and racket on to the floor 
and sat down.

I walked over and sat beside her.

"So how often do you play tennis then?" I asked.

"As often as I can," she replied. "Usually about three or four times a 
week."

"You really do like it then," I sipped my coffee.

"Oh, yes," she said. "I couldn't live without it."

Her hand was resting on the arm of her chair so I reached over and 
started to stroke her fingers. She wiggled them and stroked my hand 
back.

I can't remember what we talked about for the next ten or fifteen 
minutes as we sipped our coffee and stroked each other's hands. But I 
was very aroused by the time we finished.

She took the empty mug from my hand. "At least you finished the coffee 
this time," she smiled.

"I feel I might need the caffeine tonight," I replied.

She walked across and put the cups in the sink. I stood and followed 
her, stopping behind her and putting my arms around her waist. She 
lent back against me as I hugged her and buried my face in her sweet 
smelling hair.

Then I ran my hands up to squeeze her breasts. She turned smiling and 
we kissed, my hands running across her back, her hands through my 
hair.

Stepping back I opened my mouth to say something, but she put her 
finger to my lips. "Don't talk, Kevin," she whispered and kissed me 
again.

I pulled her T-shirt out of her jeans, pushed my hands underneath and 
ran them up her back. She leaned forward against me and sighed. I 
hugged her as she nuzzled my shoulder. Then I unhooked her bra. She 
tensed and leaned away. I smiled at her and ran my hands around to 
lift her bra clear of her breasts. As soon as my hands were on her 
breasts she sighed and relaxed again.

We kissed lightly. She brought her hands down and put them around my 
waist. I lifted her T-shirt and looked down at her breasts. She kissed 
my cheek and ear as I caressed her breasts. Then I cupped one in my 
hand and bent down to kiss her nipple. Her hands came up to rub my 
hair again.

I pinched her nipple between my lips, released it and I lightly licked 
it. I ran my tongue around and across it, pressing my lips to her 
breast. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked inside as 
much of her breast as would fit. She gasped, her breath hot and moist 
on my ear.

I slowly  closed my mouth and pushed her breast back out again, 
circling my head as I did so. Tightening my lips across her skin, 
until just her nipple was caught between them. I ran my tongue back 
and forth across it, pressing it first against my top lip, then 
against my lower.

Her left hand was massaging the back of my neck, her other had a 
handful of my hair. She was looking down at me and I could feel her 
breath, fast and ragged, against the side of my face.

I looked up at her and smiled, then knelt in front of her and rubbed 
my nose against her belly button, brushing it through the light fuzz 
of hair that surrounded it, smiling at the tickles. Both her hands 
rested on my head, but she made no attempt to guide me.

Then I opened her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. I pulled them open 
and ran my nose down through the thickening hair until I reached her 
panties. I could smell she was aroused. I pushed my hands inside her 
jeans and felt her warm soft skin, with her firm muscles underneath. 
Leaving my head pressed against her abdomen I ran my hands down her 
legs pushing her jeans down and pulled them away as she stepped out of 
them.

Sitting back on my ankles I looked up at her again. At the T- shirt 
bunched up to expose her breasts and at her hair falling down around 
her face as she looked down at me. I reached up to pull her panties 
down, but she pushed my hands aside and knelt beside me with her legs 
together. I leaned forward, put my arms around and kissed her. She 
responded and we hugged each other close.

I was quite heated by this stage, so I sat back and unbuttoned my 
shirt. She ran her hands across my body as I slipped my arms out of 
the sleeves and tossed the shirt to one side. I was wearing a T-shirt 
underneath and I quickly pulled that off and tossed it aside as well. 
Her fingers plucked at the hairs on my chest.

I reached over to pull her T-shirt off, but she shook her head and 
whispered "No." So I put my arms around her again and we kissed.

Our tongues rolled around each other's and she leaned into me, one 
hand on my back, the other caressing one of my nipples. My right arm 
was around her, holding her close. And I brought my left hand down 
onto her breast again and massaged it in time to the thrusts of my 
tongue.

Then I slowly slid it down her body and slipped it between her legs. I 
ran my finger along her damp panties and felt her open lips 
underneath. I brought my hand back up and slipped my fingers under her 
panties and into her thick pubic hair.

She shifted against me and I moved around a fraction to support her 
with my right arm and get a slightly better angle for my left. Our 
tongues and lips still worked with each other, but my attention was 
focused on the finger tips of my left hand as they slipped through her 
hair and across her other lips.

Her legs opened wider and I ran my finger along the length of her slit 
and around the opening of her vagina. Our mouths separated and she 
rested her head against my shoulder. I could feel her warm skin 
against mine and her breath against my ear. I slipped the tip of my 
finger inside and began to rub my hand up and down.

She gasped and her breath began to come faster as I established a 
rhythm and then began to slowly increase it. She began to rock against 
me in time with my strokes and moaned as I pushed my finger further 
inside her. All my attention was focused on my fingers as they rubbed 
against her and on my ear as her hot breath poured over it. I could 
feel the weight of her against my arm and her rocking against me as 
only minor background events.

Then she tensed against me. Her body arching, her arms hugging me 
close and the muscles of her vagina squeezing closed around my finger. 
She let out one long last breath against my ear.

We stayed that way for a timeless moment. Then she relaxed again and 
reached down to pull my hand out of her panties.

She nuzzled my shoulder. I lay back and rested my shoulders against 
one of the armchairs. She settled on top of me, rubbing her cheek 
against my chest. I felt elated. I felt as if I glowed. This was 
almost better than coming myself. My orgasm is a known pleasure, 
sometimes great, sometimes not so great, yet always something within 
the normal range of my experiences. But I'd never felt this pleasure 
before. To hold Alexandra in my arms while she climaxed. To know that 
I'd made her come. To have had such an intimate exchange with her. It 
just blew my mind.

In fact, I suddenly realised, I wanted to do it again. I reached down 
and ran my fingers under her breast, rubbing her nipple with my thumb. 
She looked up lazily and slowly smiled. I leaned forward and she sat 
up so we could kiss.

Maybe I was still keyed up because I'd not come, but I rushed into it. 
I wanted to make her come again. To relive that thrill of excitement 
when she came. I pushed my hand back down into her panties. She froze, 
her lips cold on mine. I lent back to ask her what was the matter. But 
before I could speak she took hold of my hand and pulled it away. I 
didn't know why, but I knew that I'd offended her.

She stood up and my hands were empty again.

"I think you'd better go now," she said.

I almost asked "Why?", but caught myself in time.

She sat on the end of the bed and pulled her jeans on, not looking at 
me.

I didn't understand why, but she'd asked me to leave so I thought I'd 
better go. I dressed quickly. We didn't say anything. We didn't look 
at each other.

She kissed my cheek as she handed me my coat. I put my arm around her 
waist and kissed her lips. She responded. And I thought, At least 
she's not angry with me.

"So do you want to do anything over the weekend?" I whispered.

She looked down. "I'm not sure I'll have time, Kevin." Then she 
stepped away from me. "I've got tennis coaching on Saturday, and I'm 
going stock car racing on Saturday night with my brother." She 
shrugged, "And then on Sunday I've got a tennis match against the girl 
who's ranked second in the club." She looked up at me, "So I really 
don't have the time."

"That's OK," I smiled at her as I put on my coat.

She smiled back. Then walked ahead to open the door for me.

At the door I put my arm around her and we kissed again. I hugged her 
and she snuggled into my embrace. I reached down and pressed my hand 
against her bottom, remembering the feel of her skin under my fingers. 
She brought her arms down between us. I stepped back my hands going to 
her hips.

"See you next Tuesday," she whispered.

"All right," I brought my hand up to her left breast and gave it one 
final squeeze and kissed her lightly. "See you then," I turned and 
walked out.

As I walked home I had a underlining dread that this was going to 
become routine. That somehow making love to Alexandra wasn't bringing 
us closer to each other as it should. That I'd end up walking home 
alone for the rest of my life. But then maybe this is just hindsight. 
At the time I was just ecstatic that she'd come in my arms again.

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