by Lauren Wood
There was a moment before I opened my door that I was nervous of what he would think. My mind was on a million things, but I didn’t want him to think less of me. My residence was assuredly far less classy than his. I had a feeling that my whole apartment would fit in one of his rooms. I knew that Chris had a huge mansion, but I just wasn’t sure where. A guy like him most likely had several huge houses to call his own.
But this apartment was mine and we couldn’t all be rich. I tried to push the worry aside. What else could I do? This is where I lived and for some reason Chris seemed into me. I don’t know why, but I was going to enjoy it while it lasted. An evening with Chris was a little nerve racking, but at the same time I was excited to be with him.
Chapter 13
Chris
I was getting shameless now. This was the second time I had sought her out in as many weeks as it had been since I met her. Was this what Keenan had told me about? Now all I could think about was Stacy and now I was here, right where I wanted to be. I should have been confident, as I was every time before, but with Stacy I didn’t have the same assurance that I had with other women. I had to stop myself from wondering if she was sent into my life to wreck it. Stacy had come in with a soft whisper, but now she was a roaring storm that took over everything.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“I thought you didn’t drink?”
“I don’t really. Once and a while I will have some sake with my dinner, especially if it is some kind of Asian food. It’s really strong to me, so I don’t need that much at all.”
I agreed to her plan. She instructed me to pour us a couple of small glasses full while she got dinner going. I wasn’t used to being put to work and I felt almost clumsy. How long had it been since I had poured my own drinks? I can’t say for certain, but I knew that it had been too long. I had lost something along the way with all of the money that I had. Somehow I had forgotten how to do some of the more basic things. I didn’t particularly like the reminder of that, at all.
“Do you need me to do something else?”
“What else do you know how to do in the kitchen?”
I thought for a minute and I have to say that I didn’t like how hard such a simple question turned out to be. There was just something about the way she looked at me as well, even if I did know anything else to say to impress her, every time she smiled at me like I was hopeless, my brain turned a little foggy. I wasn’t running with all of my engines, another side effect that I had learned to live with since meeting Stacy for the first time.
“Not much, but I am a quick study.”
Stacy wasn’t convinced. She finally gave me the duty of cutting the lettuce for the salad. I didn’t think that it would be that hard, but I wasn’t even halfway through the small task when I had cut my finger and had to stop everything. The only good thing that came from my impromptu cooking lesson was the fact that Stacy was determined to fix me up.
“Just don’t move Chris. I have to clean it out.”
I was taking a drink of the sake I’d poured and I had to say that I was more than a little tipsy. Stacy was right, this stuff was strong and my body wasn’t used to the rice liquor.
“It will be fine Stacy. You don’t have to do anything.”
She moved in behind me and held my hand under the cold water. I didn’t even feel the cool water on my finger, all I could feel was the woman behind me, pressing against me in a way that drove me crazy. Her large breasts jiggled against my back, smashing against me as she held my hand under the faucet. I never wanted to move, but soon Stacy turned the water off and told me to take a seat.
Stacy came back with a first aid kit from her bathroom.
“It’s not that bad, really.”
“Well you don’t need stitches or anything like that, but it wouldn’t hurt to cover it so you don’t bleed out all over the apartment, don’t you think?”
I suppose so. I took another drink of the clear fire water and she finally took the glass from me. “I think you have had enough Chris.”
“I’ve heard that before.’
“I bet you have. Maybe Ronald is right. You really need to think about not drinking. This can’t be healthy for you.”
“Why do you care?”
“Because I do.”
“Then why do you ignore my advances?”
“I am not ready for those kinds of advances. Did you ever think of that?”
“What do we have to, date officially or something? What do you want?”
She looked at me like she didn’t know what I was talking about, but I had to wonder how could she not?
“What do you mean Chris?”
“I mean what do you want from me Stacy? Everyone wants something.”
“I don’t want anything from you Chris. I just want to fix your hand so that you will feel better. It doesn’t help that you are thinning out your blood with all of that alcohol.”
“I’ll be fine. I have drunk way more than this at one time.”
“I am sure you have.”
My hand was bandaged before I knew it and she had me sit on the couch to settle down. I think she was afraid I was going to fall, though I wasn’t as bad off as she thought I was. I was just a little tired.
“I am going to make you some dinner Chris. You just sit there while I make some coffee.”
I thanked her, but I don’t remember much after that. I hadn’t slept in days and I don’t know if it was a combination of finally seeing her and the relief that came with it, or the sake, but I don’t remember much past that.
When I woke up, it was dark and my eyes adjusted to the room. It took my mind a minute to remind me where I was and why I was there. I groaned out loud to realize that I had done it again. Maybe Ronald was right…
Making my way to the back bedroom that I knew was where Stacy was, I saw that she was sleeping under the covers. I wanted to sleep with her, so I got in bed next to her. I wasn’t going to do anything, but if nothing else I was going to blame it on the liquor in the morning. I felt horrible, but my body had long since metabolized the alcohol. I had passed out from exhaustion more than anything else.
Now I was able to lie next to Stacy. It wasn’t at all what I wanted, not by a long shot, but as she had said before, she was not ready for what I wanted. How long could I wait though? It felt like things were moving at a snail pace.
I went to bed thinking about the woman lying next to me. She moved about several times before settling against me like she was coming to me for warmth. It was one moment that I didn’t want to ravage her because I felt a feeling of protection run through me. I wanted her to be safe in my arms, not just underneath me for our beneficial pleasure.
***
“What are you doing in here?”
Her voice woke me up. The tone of it threw me off. I didn’t know what to say. I was in her bed and Stacy was holding the sheet up against her like she was naked underneath. Her shoulders were bare and I started to realize that maybe she was naked. I had been lying next to her with not a stitch on and done nothing? This may have been the first time for that, ever.
“Sorry, I think I came in here last night. I was kind of out of it.”
“Yes you were. For a man that drinks, you really can’t handle sake.”
I grinned at her. “For someone that doesn’t drink, you seem to be doing a lot better than I am.”
Stacy looked worried and I didn’t like that look on her face. I certainly didn’t like her looking at me like that. It was as if she pitied me. What did I have to be pitied for? My life was perfect.
“I kind of worry about you, Chris. The last couple of times that I have seen you, you have been in this condition. Is this normal for you?”
Normal? I don’t even know what normal is anymore. She had me so damn twisted up I was starting to think that I would never know what normal was and if I did, it would be defined in two different ways. The normal before Stacy and the normal after, yet I didn’t know if there was goi
ng to be a normal after her.
“I wouldn’t say normal. The last couple of weeks haven’t been too normal for me.”
Stacy wrapped the sheet around herself, but it did little to nothing to cover up things that I started to notice. Her rosy red tip was seen through the thin fabric of the sheet and I could see where the nipple pressed out because it was so hard. I liked to think that it was because of me, yet I knew that it could have been the air conditioner that kicked on instead. I could think what I wanted though, couldn’t I?
The curve of her hip was pronounced, which helped me to imagine what I had seen before. Stacy was still chewing her bottom lip nervously. “It hasn’t been too normal for me either. You, this, certainly isn’t normal for me.”
“I would hope not.”
“What are you doing Chris? I mean, why do you keep showing up everywhere I am?”
“I want you Stacy and I am not going to take no for an answer. I will wear you down eventually if I have to.”
“That is your strategy, whittle me down?”
The way she said it made me laugh. “Well I don’t like how that sounds, but yeah if that is what I have to do. I want this to work Stacy.”
“It doesn’t seem very effective. I had the impression that you were a lady’s man. Is that what you always do?”
“No, this is not my usual style. Most of the time I have women begging for it in just a few minutes. You are different and don’t seem to be affected by me.”
“I wouldn’t say that I am not affected by you Chris. I think you know that isn’t true.”
“Yeah but you are not ready for this yet, are you?”
I have pulled her to me and she had to make a choice to hold the sheet up or to push me away. She kept her modesty intact, but that meant that I was able to pull her hard to my chest and kiss her. It wasn’t a long one and I didn’t linger. I just wanted to show her what it was I was waiting for. From her surprised reaction she was closer than she had been a week or two before. She could call it bad strategy or not, but it was working, even if it was far too slow for my taste. At least we were moving in the right direction.
“Well, are you Stacy?”
It took a minute for her eyes to open and I swear they were more purple than ever before.
“No, I didn’t think that you were.”
“What do you want from me Chris?”
It was a simple question, but it was so much more than that. She wanted an answer to a question that I hadn’t even asked myself yet. How was I supposed to answer? I don’t know what I wanted, at this point it was unclear, but I didn’t want to leave anything out.
“I want everything Stacy.”
Chapter 14
Stacy
“Are you okay Stacy?”
“Yeah, I am fine Angie. Can you believe that we are so dead tonight?”
“It is weird for a Friday night. One of us can leave early. Did you want to go?”
I shook my head that I didn’t. I needed the money and I didn’t have anywhere to go. We both knew that it was going to be her that left early. Angie had a life to get to while mine was still on hold until I got out of college.
“Well if you are going to stay, then I am going to take off. There is no need for both of us to be here if we aren’t making any money.”
I agreed and hoped that it would get busier. There was still another hour until close and I was hopeful that I would still make my quota for the night. If nothing else I would be able to start closing up early and get out of here before two.
After Angie left, I got a couple of more drinks for the few people that were in the bar and I made my way to the back to grab some beer cases from the cooler. I had to restock everything and it was better to get it done while it was dead like it was.
I was leaned into the floor cooler, trying to get another case in my arms before I went to the front when I turned around to Chris standing there. He scared the hell out of me and I dropped a case, glass bottles breaking and beer running out on the door.
“You have got to stop doing that Chris, seriously.”
He just kind of grinned at me and bent down to help me pick up the broken glass. “I will pay for the beer. I am sorry. I wanted to surprise you. I was back in town from Europe and you were the first person I wanted to see. I figured you were down here toiling away.”
He had made comments like that before, but most of the time I just ignored him. I did feel like I was toiling, but coming from a man with all of that money, it just made it worse somehow. It made me not want to talk to him. This was my life right now, so there was really nothing that I could do about it. I would be out of college soon enough. Though I doubted I would ever make the kind of money that he makes, I would be far more comfortable than I was now.
“Yeah, I am always toiling away here it seems like. Though who says toil? I don’t think I have heard that said in a very long time.”
“It is a good word.”
“So why are you here? Are you here to see me toil?”
“I guess I am. I just wanted to see you and make sure that I hadn’t made you all up in a dream after a bender.”
I was trying to keep my distance and I started back towards the door that led out into the bar area. I needed to get away from him because I knew that no matter what I did, I was going to have to put some space between us before something happened. Every time Chris was close to me, I lost it. It was like that, whether I liked it or not. I just had to figure out a way to make sure that it didn’t happen again.
“Nope, still real and I have a real job to do.”
“Where is your help tonight, what was her name?”
“You really are bad with woman’s names, aren’t you?”
“Why do you ask that?”
I giggled a little because I forgot that I probably wasn’t supposed to share that bit that Keenan told me about him. Chris had moved in front of my way and I handed him a couple of cases. “It is better to help than hinder Chris.”
Wanting him to see it as a hint, he finally moved out into the bar area and I scanned the people that were still in there. Only four more people had showed up while I was gone and I took a few minutes to get more drinks since I was in the back for several minutes with Chris. It really hadn’t helped anything to get away from him for a few moments because when I went back into the back to get more stock, he was back there waiting for me.
“I needed to see you Stacy. Are you really going to deny what is going on between us?”
“I’m at work Chris.”
“You won’t return my calls.”
“Because I am at work. Some of us have to work more than a few hours a week. I have just been busy.”
He stopped me from taking another box of beers. “You aren’t busy right now.”
Taking the box from my hands, he set it back down in the cooler and held me by my arms. I had to look at him and I didn’t want to.
“Don’t hold me like this.”
Chris let go immediately. “Sorry, I just, want you to stop for a minute. You have barely even looked at me.”
I met his gaze, forcing myself to look into his eyes. I didn’t look because I didn’t want to see what was presently there. I knew what he wanted, Chris had never been very shy about making it clear, but now was not the time. I couldn’t think when he was looking at me like that. I just couldn’t.
“What Chris?”
“I want to go out.”
“I will let you know what times I have available.”
He scoffed at me and told me that he would most likely not hear from me again. “You are always busy Stacy. I have tried the traditional route to go out with you, but you make me resort to such measures to even get your attention.
“So fondling me under a table is traditional route for you?”
“Surprisingly yes, but all that has changed. I am changing and you don’t seem to see that. I am not the same man you met on the beach that night.”
My breath was coming out faster
than what it should have. He was so close to me that I could feel his breath on my neck and shoulders. I pulled away. “I have done nothing to make you feel that way Chris.”
“I know, that is what makes this even harder to deal with. I don’t know why you have taken over my life, but at least think that we should see where it goes.”
I had a feeling I knew exactly where it was going to go and that was to a place I still wasn’t ready to go. If I knew that it would only end with fondling though, I may have been a little more inclined. I liked what he had done last time, a lot, but I still didn’t think I was ready to take it to the next level. I was closer than I had ever been before. I wanted him badly and that was what scared me the most. I didn’t know why he was so different either, just that he was.
“I know where this goes Chris. And…”
“I know you are not ready. But I am. I have been ready since I met you and saw those eyes of yours. They call to me Stacy. Why can you not see that?”
“I have to get to work.”
“You just aren’t listening Stacy.”
He pulled me back to him and my hands stopped me on his chest. His lips crashed down on mine and for a moment time stood still. My heart raced as his tongue delved in between my lips and he tasted me. I whimpered against him, trying my best not to be bothered by him, but it was impossible. I was melting in his grip and there was nothing that I could do about it.
I heard a moan in the room and I realized that it was me. His hands were everywhere and quickly he had me propped up on one of the cooler, his body wedged between my legs, while his hands were on my breasts, pinching and pulling on the sensitive tips. It was just like at the restaurant, though the build felt slower. I wanted to feel his fingers on me again and I pushed his hand down to my core.
Chris took the hint and started to rub on me faster and faster. My hands gripped his shoulders, unable to stop the pressure from building in my hands as it built up in my body. I was clinging to the man shamelessly, but if I let go, I was afraid I was going to lose myself completely.
