Nodding his satisfaction, his mouth is back on me and even though I’m almost there he starts all over again and when at last he sucks on my aching clitoris I scream his name as I come for him.
Chapter Two
I’m floating, weightless, lost in the sensation of heat all around me. Then I open my eyes, and Alex is looking down on me and I realize I’m in his arms. He’s sitting on the floor and I’m cradled in his arms on his lap. I can’t believe how content and unconcerned he looks. I know his suit was made for him, not just altered, but sewn just for him to his measurements, and he’s sitting on the floor in it. He’s holding my hand, studying it as if he’s fascinated by it, and my stomach flips. His eyes find mine and he smiles, it isn’t a smug smile, as I thought it would be, it’s a warm and open smile. I forget how to breathe for a moment. I need him to say something, anything. He says nothing, he’s just looking down at me, then a finger comes up to caress my cheek. I say the first thing that comes to mind, “Did I fall asleep?”
Alex chuckles and nods, “For a little bit, I thought I’d give you some time and see if you came around on your own.”
“What time is it??
??
“A little after nine thirty, so you’ve won a reprieve for dinner tonight. We’ll go tomorrow. Come on, let’s get you home.” He helps me stand, I’m surprised to find I’m still a little wobbly. Ignoring my attempts to make my way home alone, Alex has me inside his car without me quite knowing how it happened. It’s a nice car, a Mercedes sedan, but I thought it would be a little flashier. I know he’s wealthy and comes from a prominent family originally from Boston. I also know he attended Harvard. That four generations of his family had attended Harvard. It’s another reason why the thought of me with Alex in any way, shape, or form doesn’t compute in my mind.
I’d grown up poor on the south side of Chicago. The only child of a single mother who’d resented her mistakes and made sure I knew I was one of them. We lived hand to mouth and it was my fault, because my mother had plans. My mother was supposed to go to Los Angeles and be somebody, but having me had wrecked her body. If she hadn’t had me she would have made it, she was sure of it. But no, her mother was a Christian who wouldn’t hear of her daughter having an abortion. Then when the time had passed for an abortion, she’d shown her true Christian side and kicked my mother out of the house because she didn’t want people to know she’d raised a slut.
My mother never graduated from high school and her jobs consisted of one low paying retail job after another. I had tried hard, but my grades weren’t good enough to get a scholarship. So, when I graduated from high school just a month shy of eighteen, and Larry asked me to marry him, I said yes. Looking back, it had been the cruelest thing I’ve ever done. I said yes to escape my mother, not because I loved him.
I started dating Larry our junior year in high school, I was a good girl and learned from my mother, no sex until I was married. During high school I was a shapely, attractive enough size ten, the curves where they counted. Larry had seemed like a nice guy, he’d been sweet and his mother liked me. In my mind, the fact that I liked and cared about him was enough to make a marriage work.
He was going to work for his uncle’s plumbing company, but after only two years, the company folded under mismanagement when Larry’s cousins tried to take over. Larry had enough experience by that time to go to another plumbing company and we should have done well enough. Only, Larry spent a lot of time with his cousins drinking, which didn’t leave us with much by the time he was done for the night. Gradually, I resented the drinking, and then Larry.I escaped into work to get away from him.
I’m not surprised when Alex pulls up outside my home without any directions from me. I’m in a small two flat that’s seen better days in Logan’s Square. I’d moved here before the revitalization, when I left Larry four years ago, and my rent is cheap because the place is in need of updates. Alex is out of the car, opening my door before I even have my seatbelt off. I’m nervous, and I drop my keys as Alex walks me to the door. He picks them up and unlocks my door as he presses me inside. I don’t know what to say, I’m still confused by what happened in my office. My body isn’t helping as I watch Alex take in the place.
It’s a standard two flat, a two-story house split from the upstairs. The footprint is small only about seven hundred square feet. A closet door right at the front door and we were in the living room. Hardwoods are covered with thick shaggy rugs to help with the cold. The living room is small with only room for a loveseat and an oversized chair with ottoman to read at. A small kitchen and dining area can be seen from the door, and to the right, off the living room, is the first bedroom. It’s tiny and serves as an overflow closet and room to keep my books. It isn’t that I have all that many clothes. It’s because I have my size sixteen and my size fourteen clothes that I never get rid of. My bedroom closet is tiny and barely holds my winter clothes. A bathroom with cracked linoleum, an old claw foot tub, and a wobbly shower attachment is between the two bedrooms.
Alex doesn’t say anything, he’s just looking. After taking it all in he turns to me. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Dinner. I want you done and ready to go by seven-thirty.”
He holds out my keys and when I step closer to take them he pulls me into his arms. His hands move up to my face, he tips my chin up, his lips are on mine, firm but gentle, then he’s gone.
It takes a long time to move. When I finally do, I feel like I’m in a fog. I take my shower at night because I don’t function very well in the morning, and as my hands soap and move over my body it comes alive again as it had when Alex touched me. My nipples are hard and tight and my pussy is wet again just thinking of Alex. I’m shaking my head as I try to wrap my head around it.
In all the seven years I was married to Larry, I can’t say I ever enjoyed sex once. Larry had been much bigger than I am. I hadn’t minded except he’d never tried to make me comfortable underneath him. He was also small at only about five inches, and with his weight, there were times he struggled to push in even more than a few inches. The first time had been painful and more work than I thought it was worth. I tried but it just got worse. He demanded blowjobs, but he didn’t wash well, and when I actually was sick all over everything after the first time, he left me alone. The only thing I had to be grateful for was he had a low sex drive. Even in the first year of marriage he only wanted sex maybe once a month, in our last three years of marriage it hadn’t been more than once or twice the whole year.
Drying off, I put on my robe and went into my bedroom. In front of the mirror on my closet door, I take off my robe and study myself. When I had been at a size twelve, the size I felt most comfortable, I had drawn whistles and passes. During my marriage I began trying to hide, going all the way up to a size twenty. Within months of my divorce, I dropped to an eighteen, a year later was down to a sixteen. In the last two years, I would get down to a fourteen, then something would happen to stress me out and I would go up to a sixteen. Right now, I’m a fourteen and had been for months. Was it because of Alex?
I’m average height, five foot five, and don’t care enough to wear the sky high heels most women in the city did. My breasts are a full, firm C cup that tilt up with an almost perfectly round areola with nipples straight tipped. Even with the extra weight, my waist dips in enough and accentuates my very round and full ass. As far as looks, I know I’m pretty enough, not beautiful, just pretty. My nose is small and pert and my lips are also small and full, I have nice round cheekbones and my eyes are a boring light brown to match my hair. I keep my hair at shoulder length and it’s thick and soft and curls easily on its own, but I usually straighten it with a flat iron.
In the privacy of my room, I can admit I’ve been hiding under the weight. I had messed up so badly and felt so inept and powerless in my marriage. Even though I know relationships weren’t always as bad as it had been with Larry, and I could do better, I didn’t want to. After feeling stifled for so long, it was nice to be alone. No one to complain about the late nights, or if I was going to cook dinner and clean. While I was married I was so frustrated with sex I had taken to masturbation by hand, and it had been a welcome release. Yet, that was all I saw it as. After the divorce, I did break down and buy a vibrator. It was nice even if I rarely used it more than once or twice a month. So, why am I lubing it up and greedy for it to be inside me when I’d used it just last week? Because I’m still on a low burn from Alex, frustrated that even though he’d brought me to a climax, I wanted more.
Working the vibrator in and out, I recalled Alex’s mouth on my pussy, the stroking of his tongue, and faster than I ever have before, I come in a rush. Breathing hard, my pussy clenches around the vibrator, unwilling to let it go, wishing it was Alex. Without conscious thought I start all over again and this time when I come it’s Alex’s name I cry out.
Chapter Three
The next morning I step out of the elevator, I’m late. I’m never late but I overslept, and of course the El had stalled. I’m glad though, it gave me time to think. Alex was playing me, that had to be why he was coming after me. He was throwing me off my game so I’d screw up and he’d get the promotion. It had to be what was going on, nothing else made sense. Someone as beautiful, rich and charming as he is doesn’t go for fat chicks like me. It just doesn’t happen in real life. If that’s how he wants to play, then I can play too. Then I walk right into him as I round the corner. I’m pressed up against him as he catches me, pulling me tight to him to keep me from falling, and my body goes nuts. I’m hot, my skin feels stretched tight, and damn it, I’m wet again.
“Whoa, there, Grace. Be careful, my girl. It could have been a nasty tumble for you.” Edward’s booming warning is the only thing reminding me I’m at work and it would be a bad idea to tear off Alex’s shirt and find out what his naked body would feel like against mine. Thankfully, Alex steps back and I can think again.
“Sorry, and thank you for keeping me off the floor. I apologize for running late, the El was stalled and it just wouldn’t move.”
“Grace, please my dear, no worries at all. I do believe you’ve been late less than a handful of times in your ten-year tenure. You know I love your commitment, but being late every once in a while isn’t a hanging offense. Come along, Alex, we’ve a meeting to attend. Have a good day, my dear.”
I watch in frustration as Edward pats Alex on the back. What was their meeting about? I haven’t heard anything about a meeting. I’m in my office and throw my workbag and purse onto a chair. I close my eyes and lean against the door. In my mind’s eye, I see last night all over again and it’s overwhelming. No, this is what Alex wants, I can’t let him win. I’ll go to dinner and tell him I know what he’s up to, and it isn’t going to work. Revising my plan from this morning on the train, no way could I play his game. I’m completely inept. I have no idea what I’m doing if I lost it over five seconds of his body against mine.
I’m a wimp and hide in my office all day long. I have a mini fridge stocked for late nights and working lunches, and eat a sandwich at my desk. The few times I make a run for the restroom Alex is nowhere to be seen. It’s after seven, most of the staff is
gone. I eye the clock. There is a huge temptation to renege and scurry out with my tail between my legs. But I need to let him know I’m onto him, call him on it, and tell him it’s not going to work.
I grab my workbag and head to the restroom. In the empty restroom, I undress and pull out the carefully folded black maxi dress with straps. I’m currently in love with these things and hope they never go out of style. Even if they do, I would still wear them. They are so easy to wear, and make even a person with no fashion sense like me look good, as if I worked at it. There’s no uncomfortable clinging, yet they show there is a shape beneath them. I’d worn flats that were a little dressier than the plain black pants and black button down shirt called for. Now, with the dress, they look just right. I brush my hair out of the ponytail and then roll it into a bun. I pull out the three long necklaces I’d brought, the turquoise is a no, and I’m torn between the long pearls or the silver with multiple chains, and then I remember Alex’s car and pick the pearls. With a sigh, I pull out the two cosmetics I allow myself, mascara and lipstick. I brush on the mascara and use a bit of the dark coral lipstick and then blot. I check my phone and am surprised to see it’s just after seven-thirty. I fold up my work clothes and tuck them into the bag.