Scarlet had never had sex before that night. She had had no idea what to expect but had insisted on it.
“You’ve waited long enough.” She told me, firmly, as she lay on her back staring up at me.
“You’re obviously not ready.” I told her, not for the first time. “Go home.”
She bit her lip. “I’m… not sure when I’ll be able to come back.”
In the end I had to show a complete virgin the ropes. She lay there, staring up at me apprehensively, as I ran my hand over her skin.
“Oooh, that feels good.” She sighed, arching her back. She was beautiful, I realized again, not for the first time. Her body was lean and taut. She was in incredible shape.
I relished the chance to explore every inch of her body. She was very good. She writhed and moaned and shifted under my touch. I kissed her and held her and made love to her. When it ended we lay together in bed, staring up at the ceiling, hand in hand.
“Wow.” Scarlet said. “So that’s sex, huh?”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed.
“It’s not funny.” She said, her voice sounding reproachful.
“You’re right, it’s not.” I said. “I take it that you liked it?”
“Yes.” She breathed. “When can we do it again?”
“Whenever you want.”
She groaned.
“I want it right now but I…. can’t handle it.”
I laughed again and gripped her hand.
“Once you’re feeling better.” I promised her. “You seem a little bit overwhelmed.”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“A little.” She admitted. “I can’t believe… it’s taking me this long to…”
She trailed off. Clearly she was feeling a little bit apprehensive about sharing her personal feelings with me.
“Everyone does these things at their own pace.” I told her, my voice gentle. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about.”
“I’m not ashamed.” She told me. “I’m just… worried.”
She gripped my hand more tightly.
“I don’t’ want to lose you.”
“You won’t.” I told her, a little bit surprised. “Why would you think that?”
I could feel her body trembling.
“Everyone I touch… dies.”
She didn’t want to stay for breakfast. She was too embarrassed. She was dressed and out the door in minutes. I barely had time to wrap my head around her actions when Alisa popped her head in my door.
“She left it open.” She declared. “Was she in a hurry?”
“Were you watching the door?” I asked, as I spun around on my computer chair.
“Yes.” Alisa said. “I wanted you to give you some time alone.”
She came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders lovingly.
“What are you working on?”
It wasn’t long before she was sitting in my lap, watching me with interest as I wrote my next book. She didn’t seem to be the literary type, having nothing to offer when it came to the story or character development, but she seemed to sense a kindred spirit in me.
“You’re a kind of artist yourself, you know.” She told me, as my fingers clicked against the keys. “A more successful one than I am, kaçak bahis to be sure.”
“Money doesn’t make you successful.” I told her.
“It gives you a place to sleep.” She pointed out. “And food to eat.”
I had to remind myself once again that until very just recently she had been homeless. She certainly did not look, act, or smell like it.
“I never was much into books.” Alisa murmured, her head bent. “That was always Charlotte’s thing.”
“Charlotte, your friend?”
“Charlotte, your fan.” She said. “I don’t think Charlotte really has friends… not that I think I do, either.”
“You’re my friend.” I said, without thinking.
She leaned in closer to me.
“Friend, not lover?”
“We can be friends and lovers.” I corrected. She giggled and leaned in for a kiss.
“You know, I’m sure Charlotte feels the same way about you.” She said. “How about we meet up for lunch?”
It wasn’t often that a girl I was with offered to set me up with someone else. I was naturally suspicious.
“The three of us?”
“Why, of course.” Alisa answered. “Unless Scarlet and Crystal want to come too.”
I wrapped my hands around her legs and stood up. Alisa let out a surprised squeak as I lifted her clean off the ground.
“I’ll do her after I do you.” I told her. She blinked at me, clearly a little taken aback, but seemingly pleased.
If Scarlet was shy and apprehensive in bed, Alisa was the opposite. She was loud, squeaking violently whenever I entered inside her, occasionally letting out a cry of pleasure. She kept insisting I keep going, and I obliged.
It was a wild ride. When we were finished we were exhausted and starving. Sweat poured off of our bodies and onto the sheets.
“I can’t… take it anymore.” Alisa panted. “I… quit.”
I smacked her behind and she yelped, giving a small start.
“Quitters never prosper.” I told her, as I rubbed her back. She lay down on her stomach and sighed, trying to catch her breath as I rubbed her back.
“I’m suddenly very happy I get to live here.” Alisa said.
“You weren’t happy already?”
“I was, but this clinches it.” She said. “I’m staying.” She shifted her body into my hand and arched her back, rather like a cat. “You know, you’re the sort of guy I can brag about.”
“Maybe when we go to lunch with Charlotte, you can.”
“You know, you’re right.” She said, humming wildly. “That does sound like fun.” She pushed herself up, and somewhat surprised me by taking a snake pose. “You know, it would be kind of awkward if you there for girl talk, so I’ll go on my own.”
I agreed. She threw on one of my old shirts that I had lying around that was much too big for her, and kissed me goodbye. She left with a slight limp and a swagger. I got the impression she was very happy.
I spent some more time writing, and eventually I decided it was time to head out myself. I took a shower, got dressed, and made my way to the door. bedava bahis I had a very pleasant evening, had a nice dinner alone, and took some time to enjoy a walk.
When I returned, I found Crystal waiting for me. She leapt up, smiling widely.
“I made the team!” She chirped, as she wrapped around me. I could tell she was ecstatic. We sat down at the table and she excitedly told me all about it.
“One of their strikers dropped out of the league.” She explained. “So I’ll be her replacement.”
“What are your teammates like?”
“Why don’t we watch a game?”
We ended up watching a recording of their last match. I had never seen Crystal so excited. She sat with her fists clenched, her eyes wide, as the ball was passed around back and forth. I, not being a soccer fan, was more interested in the girls. Both teams were incredibly cute.
To my great surprise, Crystal’s team ended up winning. She leapt up, screaming, as her team pulled off the win. I sat there, a little taken aback by her enthusiasm.
“That was a great game.” She said enthusiastically. “Wasn’t it?”
I thought it best to be honest.
“I don’t understand soccer.” He said. She gave me a look. “You’ll look great in that unform though.”
“Hmph.” She raised her nose up in the air. “I was going to invite you to our games, but if you don’t appreciate it, perhaps I’ll invite someone else.
“No, I’d love to come.” I told her. “And see your ass live.”
She laughed, and then sat on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in.
“You won’t look at any other asses out there, will you?” She asked. “Just mine?”
“No promises.”
She sighed. “Well, you’re more honest than most guys.” She said. “And unfortunately more fun to be around, too.”
“If you didn’t want me to come, I would just buy my own tickets.” I told her. “I’m not a soccer fan, but I want to see you play.”
“You’re so sweet.” Crystal said. “If only you were more monogamous.”
I chose not to respond to that. Crystal was just going to have to accept the fact that she was not the only woman in my life.
“It’ll be a while before I’m in a game.” She said. “I have a lot of training to do. I… um… might not be around, much, for the foreseeable future.” Her voice was casual, but there was a hint of unease there. She was probably worried that I wouldn’t want to see her again after so much time away.
“I’ll be looking forward to it.” I told her, as I bit her neck. She giggled, and rolled her head to the side.
“Hmm, that feels good.” She purred.
We had sex again, and then watched another game. This time I tried to commit the player names and numbers to memory. By the end of the second game I knew the names of Anna, Christine, Sara, Lavender, and Hope.
It was strange to think that the excitable girl sitting next to me would soon be playing alongside them, and it made me wonder whether I would ever be that excited about kazandıran bahis siteleri anything. Becoming a successful writer had just sort of happened. I had been so emotionally destroyed by the abuse at the hands of my Mother that for the first year or so I barely did anything at all besides sit at home. Not for the first time, I wished I was normal.
“So.” Crystal said, as she bounced up and down on my lap. “Who’s your favorite player?”
“You.”
She giggled. “I don’t count yet.”
“I like… Anna. The redhead.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed you don’t have a redhead in your little rotation of girls.”
This wasn’t the first time she had brought this up. I was beginning to suspect that she was extremely jealous.
“She sticks out.” I told her. “She’s the only one on the team.”
“She’s kind of skinny.” Crystal noted. “And pale.”
“So what?”
“I’m nothing like that.”
I wondered what she was getting at. I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up. She let out a surprised squeal as I easily carried her around the room, spinning her around.
“Are you trying to get my motor running again?” She asked. “Because it’s working.”
I set her on an empty table and she crossed her legs, staring at me imploringly.
“What is it?”
She kicked her feet and looked at me.
“When are you getting one of those soccer uniforms?” I asked.
She glowered.
“I am not wearing that to bed with you.”
“Why not?”
She sniffed.
“I may not get a replacement right away.” She admitted.
We slept together again after that, and she decided it was time for her to go.
“I had a lovely time.” She said, as she kissed me good-bye. “I’ll try and keep in touch.”
She waved, spun around on her heel, and departed. I watched her go, kind of wishing she would stay just a while longer, as I returned to my work.
Alisa returned soon after that, but curiously did not come talk to me. She usually came to me for meals, so I suspected that she had eaten her fill during her lunch with Charlotte. I imagined she was busy in her room with her work, so elected not to bother her.
It was not long after that when my phone began to ring. I realized it was Celeste.
“Hello Master!” She said, as I picked up the phone. “Is the building still standing?”
“More or less.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Celeste said. “Um. I wasn’t fired, was I?”
“No.” I said, surprised. “Why would you think that?”
“Well, It’s been so long since I’ve been working that I’ve been feeling kind of antsy… I was considering cutting my trip short and coming back.”
“You still have another week.” I told her. “Take as long as you need.”
“It was a lovely trip.” Celeste said, her voice firm. “But I’m ready to come back to work. I’ll take another vacation later on in the year.”
“Well, if you’re sure…”
“Great. I’ll be back in three days.”
She hung up. I sat there, a little surprised. She had sounded very adamant about wanting to return to work. My first assumption was that she had run out of money. Not for the first time, I wondered whether I was paying her enough.
I decided to review her financial situation when she returned to work in three days time.