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Subject: {ASSM} Alexandra Ch14(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. The first 13 chapters were posted
lastb week and here are the last few.
The complete novel and my other stories are also available on my
website www.DeclanStanley.com.
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Alexandra Chapter 14

I woke up in Jasmine's arms, with a hangover.
I moaned.
"Oh, sleeping beauty awakes," Jasmine replied.
Ignoring her sarcasm I rolled onto my back. She followed me to lie on
her side, with her right arm under my head and her left arm and leg
over me. I could feel her pubic hair brush against my hip and I felt
myself stirring.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Just over an hour and a half till I have to leave," she nuzzled the
top of my head.
"An hour and a half," I echoed, feeling the dryness in my mouth. I
knew what she wanted, and what I wanted too. "Just let me get a drink
of water," I started to get up.
Jasmine reached over me, stopping me from getting out of bed, and took
a mug from the bedside table, "Try this."
I took it from her, smiling, "You're so thoughtful, Jasmine." I took a
gulp. "Must be why I love you." At the mention of the word "love" a
picture of  flashed in my mind.
Jasmine watched me in silence as I knocked back the water in a couple
of mouthfuls.
Putting the mug back on the table I asked, "So did I get drunk and
make a fool of myself again?"
Jasmine reached between my legs, pressing the palm of her hand against
my penis and massaging my testicles with her fingers. "I'm horny," she
said. "I haven't got any since yesterday afternoon." She lent close so
I could feel her breath against my ear, "If you don't service me soon
I'll have to go elsewhere to get what I need."
She was beginning to get a reaction from her physical manipulations
and I knew she was adding some mental ones to quicken and deepen the
response.
I reached over to her. "So you're dying from want of satisfaction, are
you?" I pushed my fingers along the length of her slit and hooked the
tips into her vagina.
She gasped.
I pushed further inside her and pressed hard on her clitoris with my
thumb.
She squeezed back hard in response. "Hey ! not so rough," she hissed.
"I'm sorry," I eased the pressure and kissed her softly. "Just a flash
of jealousy and possessivenesses," I nuzzled her neck.
She spread her legs wider and I continued my probing at a gentler
pace. We lay down, she on her back, I on my side, as we continued to
rub each other. She matched the rhythm of her hand on me with mine on
her.
Soon I rolled on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me and moved
her hands to squeeze my bottom. I pushed mine under her shoulders and
lifted her towards me. We spent the next three- quarters of an hour
lazily rocking back and forward together. It's a delicious way to get
rid of a hangover.
After breakfast, as we sat and finished our coffee, Jasmine dropped a
bombshell. She banged her cup onto her saucer. I looked up from the
paper at the sharp noise.
"You know for the last month, ever since my birthday party," she said,
"you've been getting drunk all the time."
It was the truth so I said nothing.
"Is there something wrong, Kevin?" she asked.
"Not really," I shrugged.
She continued to probe, "Is it something to do with Alex?".
"I ..." I really couldn't tell, "think so. But I don't really know
what."
"Has she been on your mind?" she asked
"Yes," I admitted.
"And you feel guilty about thinking of her," Jasmine concluded.
"Shit ! Jasmine," I felt angry that it was so bad that she'd noticed.
But also relieved that she had. "She fucked me about, something really
bad." I looked at Jasmine, "I don't want that bitch to come between
us."
She stood up and came around the table to hug me. "Neither do I,
Kevin," she whispered in my ear. "Neither do I."
A couple of days later she explained her solution to me, again after
breakfast.
"I'm going to have a dinner party, Kevin," she announced.
I had just started to clear away the dishes. "A dinner party?" I
looked at her.
"Yes." She nodded and smiled, "I've already invited a couple of
people. And you can invite Paul and his new girlfriend."
"Geraldine," I supplied the name of his girlfriend."
"Yes," she handed me her dishes, "Paul and Geraldine. They'll make up
the numbers nicely."
"I'm sure they'll be glad to know they're invited to make up the
numbers," I started to stack the dishes in the sink.
"It was a joke," she stood beside me.
"I know it was a joke," I gave her a hug.
She looked away. "There's something else," she said.
"Oh," I looked at her. "What?"
"Alex will be coming," she seemed nervous at my reaction.
"Alexandra?" I said. "I didn't think she'd ever want to see me again."
I got suspicious, "You did mention that I'd be here." Then another
thought struck me.
But Jasmine read my mind and interrupted, "Yes, you will be there."
She smiled, "At least I hope you will, because I told Alex you would."
I ran some water into the sink. "And how did she react when you told
her?" I squirted in some washing up liquid and started to wash the
dishes.
"She didn't say much," she took her jacket from the back of a chair
and put it on. "But I think she is interested in seeing you again."
"And what do you think of that," I didn't look at her.
She sighed. "I think she's as interested in you as you are in her,"
she said.
I looked at her. "Is that good or bad?" I smiled.
She stepped close to me. "We'll see," she smiled back and kissed me.
"See you tonight." She headed for the front door.
"Have a nice day !" I called after her.
"I will," she closed the front door behind her and I was alone in the
house.
Alone with my thoughts of Alexandra. Shit ! Why did the bitch have to
resurface, just as I was beginning to forget all about her? And why
did Jasmine seem to want us to be together again? No that wasn't true.
I was sure Jasmine wanted me for herself. But why did she keep
dragging Alexandra back into our lives?
I mulled these thoughts over and over in my head for the next week, as
the dinner party crept closer and closer.
On the night of the dinner Jasmine came home early. I'd been preparing
the food all day. The lasagne was ready to be put in the oven. As were
the potatoes for baking. The salad was tossed and dressed and the eggs
were cooling in anticipation of the mayonnaise.
As she came into the living room and dropped her jacket onto a chair,
I came out of the kitchen, whipping my hands in a towel. I looked at
her and she look back. An overwhelming urge to possess her came over
me. I dropped the towel and pulled my t-shirt off. She pulled her
skirt down and started to unbutton her blouse as she came towards me.
We met in the middle of the room half naked and hungry for each other.
We ended up on the sofa. I was completely naked. Jasmine still had on
her blouse and stockings. I had my left arm around her and my my right
on her stomach. She was leaning against me, her head on my shoulder.
We both watched the fire blaze as the after glow of our love making
died away.
"So why are you so keen for me to see Alexandra again?" I whispered in
her ear.
She didn't say anything for a moment, then moved around to half face
me. "Because you talk about her in your sleep," she kissed me on the
cheek.
"I do?" I brushed her lips with mine.
She nodded.
"What do I say about her?" I looked down and moved my hand from her
stomach to her breast.
"You talk about her breasts," she put her arm around my neck.
"I like breasts," I ran my thumb across her nipple. "I love yours."
"And you talk about her hair," she smiled.
"Her hair?" I put my left hand to the back of her head.
Her smile widened, "Her body hair."
"Yeh," I remembered her body. "I've often wondered if that's why she
was so insecure about getting naked with me."
"I think she probably wanted to remain a virgin," she kissed my
shoulder.
I said nothing for a moment. "And it bothers you that I dream about
her?"
She ran her hand across my chest. "Do you like body hair?"
I shrugged, "It doesn't bother me either way."
She smiled sceptically.
"No I mean it," I spread my fingers across her breast. "It's all a
part of being an individual. Each person's body is different." I
kissed her on the lips, "I like different things."
"Mmmm," she smiled.
"I mean," I looked down at my hand on her breast. "You've got nicer
nipples."
"Huh?" she looked down as well.
"You've got pink nipples," I explained. "She had brown. I prefer pink,
but that didn't bother me much. They both taste the same."
"What?" she looked back up at me.
"What I mean is that yours taste of you and her's taste of her," I
noticed that I was showing signs of arousal. "That you taste nice when
I'm making love to you."
She snuggled a little closer, "Why taste?"
"Because usually I have my glasses off," I started to massage her
breast. "And usually have my eyes closed." I smiled, "And when you use
your mouth you taste the things you're licking and sucking."
She ran her hand down my body and lightly caressed the tip of my
erection. "And do we taste the same all over." She looked down at my
lap.
"You have a lighter fresher taste," I nuzzled her ear. "She had a
heaver taste." I ran my hand down her body and discovered she was as
aroused as I was.
I smiled at her and she smiled back as she moved over to sit across
me.
"So once again," I whispered horsely as she sank down. "You've used
the sordid details of my past love life as an aphrodisiac."
She smiled as I pushed into her. "It worked, didn't it."
Paul and Geraldine were the first of our guests to arrive. I'd never
met Geraldine before and she took my breath away as Paul introduced
her.
She was a few inches shorter than me and was wearing a green polo-neck
jumper, with as short, black skirt with black tights and shoes. Her
blond hair was cut short and parted on the left, but its boyish cut
only served to emphasise her femininity.
"Nice to meet you, Kevin," she smiled. "I've heard so much about you."
"I've been looking forward to meeting you to," I replied as I took her
coat.
Jasmine came out from the kitchen and ushered her into the living
room.
As I took Paul's coat I nudged him, "Nice one, Paul." I added a hint
of mock jealousy to my voice.
"Look who's talking," he smiled and turned to follow the women
through.
The next to arrive were Sam and Samantha. A couple Jasmine knew from
her old tennis club. They were both about the same hight, the same
colour blond hair and when anybody said "Sam" they both looked around.
He had blue eyes, but she had green. They were almost like twins, in
that their movements complemented each other. Childhood sweethearts
that still loved each other. They were beautiful people and spent the
whole night disagreeing with each other. But in the nicest possible
way.
Then Alexandra arrived and my adrenalin started to pound. She brought
with her the proverbial tall, dark and handsome stranger. She
introduced him as Bill. And I almost laughed. It seemed such an
ordinary name for such a sophisticated looking fellow.
I didn't have much chance to speak to any of them, as Jasmine is a
hopeless cook and I was doing all the cooking. So while she poured
them drinks and engaged them conversation I hurried around the kitchen
putting all the last minute touches to the food.
The dinner went as smooth as anybody could wish. The conversation
ebbed and flowed from subject to subject. From heated discussion to
mutual agreement. It wasn't until coffee that anything happened.
I had taken the dirty dishes and gone back into the kitchen for the
coffee. As I stacked the dishes beside the sink Alexandra walked in.
"Washing up," She smiled. "I'd never have expected it of you."
"That doesn't surprise me," I meant that she never took the time to
get to know me so how could she know enough not to be surprised by
anything I did.
"What does that mean?" the smile disappeared from her face.
"Oh, nothing," I didn't want to start another argument with her.
She looked down, "Don't you want to talk to me?"
"I'm just surprised that you want to talk to me," I'd said it before I
realised what I was saying. But it felt good any way.
"I'd always talk to you," she replied.
"Yeh," I admitted. "But not about what I wanted to talk about."
"Now what does that mean?" she smiled.
I shrugged. "That we have always had a communications problem," I
suggested. "Otherwise why would you have had to ask me what I meant
twice in the last minute."
"I didn't ..." she stopped, took a deep breath, then started again.
"You don't explain yourself properly."
"Maybe," I conceeded. "But you never asked me to explain myself. Even
when I knew that you had misunderstood what I had said I didn't try to
explain because you showed absolutely no interest in understanding
me."
She opened her mouth to reply, but I continued, "You never once asked
me what I meant, what I was trying to say. You never once wanted to
understand me."
She took half a step towards me. Raised her hand, her mouth still
open. Then stopped and swallowed.
"Why didn't you say this before?" she finally asked.
"Because every time I talked about us being together, you talked about
us breaking up," I didn't like the way this conversation was going.
She looked down, "I guess I just didn't believe what you said you felt
for me." She looked up, "But I believe you now, Kevin."
I looked at her for a moment. Then sighed, "Now that I no longer love
you, you believe that I do." I looked down, "And when I did love you,
you wouldn't accept it."
"I couldn't, Kevin," she said. "I just wasn't ready for that type of
love."
"Well ..." I shrugged. "It's too late now, Alexandra. I'm living with
Jasmine."
"Yes, but do you love her?" she took a step towards me.
 I looked up at her with hate in my eyes, "Of course I fucking love
her. I wouldn't fucking tell her that I did if I didn't."
She stopped, unsure what to do or say next.
I said nothing as I calmed down. I knew she'd hit a nerve by the
intensity of my reaction. But I didn't want her to know.
"Listen Alexandra," I said a minute or so later. "Let's just accept
that we're incompatible. You can't be honest with me and you can't
accept that I'm honest with you. If I tell you something it's because
I believe that it's true." I shook my head, "it's not the same for
you."
"So do I," she stated. "I didn't lie to you !"
I smiled slightly, "No, Alexandra, you lied to yourself. And if you
can't be honest with yourself, how can I expect you to be honest with
me?"
"I don't lie to myself," she said. But I could see a flicker of doubt
in her eyes.
"You can't be honest with yourself, so you can't accept that I'm
honest with myself," I explained. "Or by extension with you." I lent
forward, "It's not just lying to somebody. it's expressing your true
feelings." I clenched my fists, "What you really feel. What you really
want."
She looked down again, "What if you didn't know what they were?"
"Then you could have at least listened to what I said," I explained.
"And believed me."
"Why didn't you just explain what you meant then?" she looked up at
me.
"If you tell a lie to someone and they don't believe you, you can
always tell another lie, and maybe they'll believe that," I looked
down. "But when you tell the truth to someone and they don't believe
you," I shrugged, "Well then you're fucked."
"What do you mean?" she was getting upset.
"Like when I told you that I loved you and you said 'Don't be silly,
Kevin'," I remember the hurt even now, the whole bottom of my world
suddenly falling out. "What was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to
say 'no I was lying. All I really want to do is fuck you'? Was I
supposed to beg you to believe me?" I really was desperate to
understand. "I mean, what did I ever do to you to make you hate me
so?"
"I don't hate you, Kevin," her mascara was beginning to run.
I snorted. "Well you sure have a funny way of showing that you love
me."
There was silence for a moment then she whispered softly, "I think I
really do love you."
My heart jumped and once again I felt as if the bottom had fallen out
of my world. I gripped the edge of the sink and took a deep breath.
Then I took another.
Jasmine walked in and the tension snapped.
"So what are you two love birds up to in here? Bill is beginning to
get suspicious." She smiled at us.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Alexandra ran out into the hall and up
the stairs.
Jasmine looked at me for a few moments. Then asked, "Are you alright,
Kevin?"
"Yeh," I nodded, my heart beat returning to normal. "I just need a
glass of water." I picked up a glass from the draining board and ran
the cold water.
"Are you sure?" she stepped closer.
"Yeh," I filled the glass and turned off the water. "Just give me a
minute."
"O.K.," she looked at me for another moment, then she went back into
the dining room.
I drained the glass, filled it and drained it again. Then taking a
couple of deep breaths went back into the dining room with the coffee.
I don't suppose that I was much of a conversationalist for the rest of
the evening. But nobody seemed to mind. I just sat back and let the
flow of conversation wash over me. All the time tearing my eyes from
Alexandra. Yet always finding myself looking at her again.
Sam and Samantha were the first to leave, as they had to relieve their
babysitter. Then Paul and Geraldine had to go, as he had an early
start in the morning. Jasmine went to escort them out, Bill was in the
bathroom, which left me and Alexandra alone again.
We looked at each other for a few moments as the sound of Jasmine
helping Paul and Geraldine on with their coats filtered in from the
hall. I couldn't remember what the conversation we had been having had
been, so I couldn't continue it with Alexandra. And I couldn't think
of anything else to talk about.
"I want to see you again," Alexandra broke the silence.
Jasmine opened the front door and Paul and Geraldines voices faded as
they went out.
"What about Bill?" I asked.
"He's just a friend," she smiled. "There's nothing between us."
As Jasmine closed the front door I heard Bill come down the stairs.
"I don't know, Alexandra," I couldn't look at her.
She stood and took a step towards me. Then Bill and Jasmine walked in.
"It's time we were leaving, as well," Bill announced.
 "Yes," Alexandra turned to Jasmine. "It was a lovely evening." Then
back to me, "And to you as well, Kevin. I didn't know you were so
domesticated."
We all smiled at each other. Then we ushered them out, but I felt no
relief.
Jasmine put her arms around me as I closed the door behind them.
"Let's leave the washing up till tomorrow," she whispered.
"Yes," I turned and snuggled closer to her.
She held me for a long time without saying anything. Then I took a
deep breath and straightened up. "Come on," I looked into her eyes for
a moment. Then I took her hand and led her up stairs.
We didn't say anything as we took out turns in the bathroom. Then as I
lay in bed watching her undress I let her know what was on my mind.
"Alexandra asked to see me again," I said.
Jasmine stopped unbuttoning her blouse, then continued and draped it
across the back of her chair before asking, "And do you want to see
her?"
"I don't think that it would be a good idea," I replied.
"Why not?" she took off her bra.
"Because I think we'd end up having sex with each other," I looked
away.
She didn't say anything for a moment. "You want to have sex with her?"
"She's an attractive woman, Jasmine," I explained. "On a more base
level I want to have sex with every women I find attractive." I looked
at her and smiled, "Of course I don't do anything about it, being a
civilised man in control of my base desires."
She smiled back and unzipped her skirt.
"But then there's all these left over emotions knocking around my head
for her," I added.
She folded her skirt and put it across the arm of the chair. "So you'd
end up giving in to temptation with her?"
"I don't know," I sighed. "But I used to want it so badly and now she
wants it as well. What do you think?"
She put her left foot up on the chair and rolled down her stocking.
Then repeated the action with her right leg. She rested her elbow on
her knee then turned to look at me with just her bikini briefs on.
"You know," she said thoughtfully. "I don't believe that I'm the least
bit jealous of her."
She took her foot down and pulled her briefs off. "But there is just
one thing," she came to the bed and pulled back the covers.
"I want to share my bed with you," she kissed me lightly as she
climbed in beside me. "But I'm not going to share it with her as
well."
"What does that mean?" I rolled onto my back and ran my hands along
her as she settled beside me.
"It means go and meet with her," She ran her thigh up my legs and
across my abdomen. "Find out any way you can what you still mean to
each other."
I snorted, knowing that I never meant very much to Alexandra. Yet
almost immediately another part of me said that I did, and another
remembered what she had meant to me.
"O.K. find out what she means to you then," she reached across me and
toyed with my nipple. "Find out if you really love her. Because I
don't want to share you with her."
I hugged her close. "You know that given the choice I'd always pick
you over her."
"Yes," she whispered as she began to rock her body against mine. "But
you'd always wonder if you'd made the best choice. I don't want that
edge of uncertainty under our relationship."
"I've made my choice, Jasmine," I could feel my erection growing
against the inside of her thigh.
"Now prove to yourself that you made the right one," she moved her
body down and rubbed against it. "Let her show you what she has to
offer."
I didn't have much choice in anything at that particular moment. Just
go with the flow, Kevin, I said to myself. If you can't control them,
then just lie back and enjoy the manipulations.

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Copyright Declan Stanley.
The full story can be found at: http://declanstanley.com/novels/alexandra/

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