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Subject: {ASSM} Alexandra Ch03(Slow, Romance, Literary Erotica)
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Hi
I have posted various chapters of this novel to various newsgroups and
web sites over the last few years (and from several different email
accounts). I have lost track of where I post what. So I have decided
to post the complete novel here over the next week or so.
The complete novel and my other stories are also available on my
website www.DeclanStanley.com.
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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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