by Fiona Murphy
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.
The door is open to my office, Alex is at the window, looking down. When he hears me close the door he looks up. His eyes roam over me and rest on my tight painful nipples. He crosses the room and his mouth is on mine. Without prompting, I open my mouth and his tongue sweeps inside with blatant ownership. Tasting, learning and demanding, I’m lost in him. When he lifts his head, I moan his name, hating the loss of him. His hands have been busy. It takes me a moment before I see my hair is flowing through his hand.
“I thought you’d run away. I’m glad you didn’t. You look beautiful. Let’s go or we’ll miss dinner again.”
He takes my bag and ushers me out of my office. Once again, I’m quiet as he drives, working hard to getting my focus back. Okay, I can do this. I’ll get through dinner and tell him I know what he’s doing that it isn’t going to work. Whatever he’s trying to pull is over, done. Until he touches me again as he helps me from the car, and my whole body gets hot and achy with need. We’re at a well-known, well-written five star restaurant.
Once we’re seated, I open my mouth but Alex is faster.
“Have I mentioned you look beautiful? I have to admit I didn’t get any sleep last night. All I could think about was you. The only thing getting me through the day was looking forward to this and the memory of the taste of you on my tongue.” I’m stunned by how sincere he looks. The waitress arrives and it feels like it takes forever to order.
We’re alone again. I’m relieved there’s plenty of room between the tables for my announcement. Once again, he’s quicker than I am, “I have to tell you, baby, you have me curious. How is someone who was married for seven years still as new to sex as a virgin? Not even counting the years you were married, your body is a fucking sin, how have you gone without?”
I’m red with embarrassment, as his words start my body going for him all over again.
“You have to tell me, I’m going to need to know. It will make a difference for our first time. Don’t shake your head Grace, I want you to talk to me. Was he gay or something?”
“No!” I hiss, “He was just small, I guess. He had a low sex drive and he wasn’t very good at it. Neither was I, apparently. Look this isn’t going to work. I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to happen. You’re just trying to fluster me so your work is better and you get the job. One, it’s a real scum ball move, and two, it’s not going to happen. I have worked too long and too hard not get that job.”
“You’re kidding right? You really believe what you just said right now?”
“Of course, I do. It’s the only thing that makes sense. Guys like you don’t want fat chicks like me.” I hiss at him in exasperation.
His eyes darken in anger. “I don’t ever want to hear that word on your lips again.” The words are ice cold, promising painful retribution if I ever make the mistake, and they cut my legs out from under me. “Grace, I’ve wanted you in my bed since the first day I met you. I’ve asked you out no less than twenty times. Last night I took it a step too far for you. I took it farther than even I intended, but you looked so good I couldn’t resist. Watching you give the presentation, I don’t think I heard half of what you were saying, all I could think about was bending you over the conference table and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. Grace, I really don’t think you know how much sleep your sexy ass has cost me, and that’s a shame.”
Closing my eyes, I’m fighting for control of my body. This can’t be real, this is a dream like the others I’ve had of him before. I can admit it now, I’ve dreamt of him and I’ve woken wet and panting for him.
“Grace, this doesn’t have a damned thing to do with work. Look at me, I’m sorry if it feels like you’re playing catch up to understand, but it doesn’t seem like your body is. Maybe that’s because it’s felt my eyes on you hundreds of times over this last year and it knows what I want.”
Our appetizers come out and I’m desperate to understand how I could have missed it. Then I run over the last fourteen months and I see it all clicking into place. Alex had asked me out, at first soft invites to discuss work and then all mention of work gone until he’d asked for lunch. I’ve felt his eyes on me, it was the reason why I wore skirts for presentations. I knew he liked me in them. The reason why I didn’t like him in my office, because I didn’t trust myself with him in the room, with or without the door closed. I feel so stupid. The words slip from me in a whisper as I shake my head.
“You aren’t stupid, Grace, you’re just a little gun shy. Obviously, your husband didn’t know what he was doing, and from that stupid remark earlier, you have body issues. I don’t, the only issue I have is how badly I want your body in my bed for hours and days on end for my enjoyment. We’ll get to that later. Now, I want to know about you. Everything, what do you do in your free time besides read, or, from the hundreds of books that line your walls, is that all you like to do? What’s your favorite book, your favorite author? I want to know what makes you tick. Talk to me Grace.”
It’s intoxicating, his look of intent. His blue eyes on me tell me he isn’t joking, he wants to know everything about me.
“Who’s the blonde?” I blurt out, it had bothered me the most while he spoke about wanting me. The blonde had appeared often in his office and I knew he’d taken her out to lunch. She also looks like a supermodel, with long legs, bright blue eyes and a bright white even smile. Exactly the kind of woman a man as gorgeous as he belonged with.
His smile is slow and knowing, “Marley, one of my many sisters. She moved here from Boston recently and she’s being a little needy right now.”
The next few hours fly by. Alex keeps me talking and it’s easy with him. He’s the charming, smiling face I had wanted to slap at work because I was jealous he was smiling at someone else. He answers my own questions, the few times he allows me to ask questions. His father had been married and divorced four times, leaving him with a menagerie of brothers and sisters, half and step, totaling eight. They could be loud and a pain, and it was rare for them to all be together, but they had managed to all maintain a relationship. Watching Alex talk about them, his face softened and it was clear they were important to him.
Gradually, it’s becoming clear they are shutting down the restaurant around us and Alex allows me to stop talking. Leaving the restaurant, it’s cool as we wait for the valet to bring his car around. Alex wraps his arms around me. I melt into him, he’s warming me up from the inside out. I feel so comfortable in his arms I’m sad when his car appears. Alex opens the door and I slip inside.
“Seat belt, Grace.” He murmurs at me with a smile, and I’m flustered at his knowing smile. I never feel it coming, but I yawn once then again. I hear him sigh, and I long to take it back.
“I’m not tired.” I say, then ruin
it by yawning again.
“Grace, it’s okay. I told you I didn’t sleep well either. It’s almost midnight. I won’t keep you any later, I can’t have you falling asleep at work and blaming me for it.” He chuckles and I blush as I remember how astonished he’d looked at my accusation.
In the almost empty streets, the drive is quick to my place. I’m moving slowly up to my door, I know I’m tired and he has to be, but I don’t want him to leave.
“What’s the matter, baby?” So, I tell him exactly what I’m thinking. He pulls me close and leans against the closed door. “Grace, I don’t want a few snatched minutes, or even an hour. I’m going to want all night with you, do you understand? You aren’t up for what I need from you right now.”
I feel him hard against me and I understand, I do, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I nod and pull back from him, unable to meet his eyes.
“Grace, go get ready for bed.” He orders, and locks the door and takes off his jacket while begins to loosen his tie.
I’m confused, he leans down and kisses my lips hard. “Go get ready for bed.”
I don’t want him to leave and he isn’t going anywhere, so I move to do as he tells me. In my room, I pull out the long silky sleeping shirt that goes to my thighs and a pair of silk French knickers, edged in a fine light lace. Taking my shower, I remember it’s time to wash my hair. When I finish I have to use my blow dryer until it’s only slightly damp. Coming out of the bathroom Alex is waiting for me on the couch. He’s only wearing black boxer briefs and a white thin undershirt. His body is just as beautiful as his face. It’s obvious he hits the gym, his body is very well defined and his six-pack is outlined below his shirt. There is a fine dusting of blond hair over him and I want to make a study of his body, with my tongue. I’m wet for him again, and my pussy is clenching with need.
