Message-ID: <57026asstr$1198008601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: e6g2000prf.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: declan@weirdness.com X-Original-Message-ID: <029bd8dc-b72d-4c03-8e18-43461a880193@e6g2000prf.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2007 13:04:30 +0000 (UTC) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: e6g2000prf.googlegroups.com; posting-host=89.204.205.201; posting-account=I5WJvgoAAACPB2WTLiNoN2Mit8JIK3Vc User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1; en-US; rv:1.8.1.11) Gecko/20071127 Firefox/2.0.0.11,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2007 05:04:29 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Alexandra Ch14(Slow, Romance, Literary Erotica) Lines: 421 Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2007 15:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/57026> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman 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. ----------- 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. ----------- Copyright Declan Stanley. 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