Alone With Alexa (An Erotic Romance)

by Virginia Wade

  On the way home in the car, mom glanced at me. “Are you okay, Alexa?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  She seemed thoughtful. “You were out late last night.”

  “I’m sorry I busted curfew.”

  She stared straight ahead as she drove. “Do you like that boy, Rodney?”

  “He’s okay.”

  “Is there anyone else you’re interested in?”

  Just your boyfriend. “Um, not really.” I got the distinct impression that she wanted to talk about something important, but she was struggling. To lighten the mood I said, “I love the jeans I got. They’re awesome. They fit so good.”

  She glanced at me sideways. “If there’s ever anything you need to talk about, you can always come to me. You know that, right?”

  “Yeah, mom. Sure.”

  “Anything at all.”

  Oh, not this. You’d totally freak, if you knew what Ryan and I did last night. “I will.” I glanced at her worried expression. “I’m good, mom. Just chill.” The thought of seeing Ryan again brought an enormous smile to my face. “Today was the best day ever, wasn’t it?”

  She eyed me peculiarly. “If you say so.”

  Later that night, after dinner, we sat in the family room watching TV. I was on the recliner, while Ryan and mom sat together on the sofa. When the show was over, I went up to take a bath, and I loitered in my room afterwards, messing around on Facebook and Twitter. When I heard mom in her room, I headed down again. The lights were off in the kitchen, but the television screen illuminated the family room. Ryan sat on the sofa with a glass in his hand. He wasn’t surprised to see me.

  “Hey.” I sat next to him, my thigh brushing his.

  “How are you, Alexa?” He looked worried.

  “I’m fine.”

  He touched my face, his thumb stroking my chin. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re not sore down there?”

  “A little.”

  “I’ve been thinking about what happened—”

  “No! Don’t talk.” I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was having second thoughts. “You said we could never go back, and I don’t want to. I don’t regret what we did. I’m sorry we have to lie…but I want you. You can’t stop touching me.”

  “Honey…”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You’re mine, Ryan.” I kissed his throat, enjoying the musky smell of his skin mixed with cologne. “You’re all I ever think about.”

  “You should be dating and hanging out with friends.”

  “I do that.”

  “Not enough.”

  “I’d rather hang out with you.”

  “We’re gonna get caught.”

  “Mom was acting weird in the car today. I think she knows.”

  “Shit.”

  “Or she suspects.” I loved the feel of his day-old beard. It was delightfully scratchy. I kissed his neck, leaving little wet spots. “I wanna have more fun. I wanna suck your penis.”

  “Jesus, Alexa.”

  “I never really saw it last night.”

  His lips found my mouth, a sinuous tongue invading me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and savored the taste of him. I closed my eyes, while tingles registered in my tummy, which made my pussy throb. Warm hands were under my nightgown, cupping my breasts and gently pinching a nipple. I moaned against his mouth, melting into him.

  “You’re so sweet, honey.”

  “I want you, Ryan.” I grasped the button on his shorts and tugged impatiently. “You should take these off.” He lowered the material revealing a shockingly hard shaft. I couldn’t believe that had been in my pussy last night. No wonder I had been so sore today. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling him twitch. “I wanna suck it.”

  “Have you done it before?”

  “No.”

  “Oh, God.”

  Chapter Six

  “I want you to teach me.”

  “There’s not much really…just don’t bite.”

  I giggled, “I think I can do that.” I slid from the sofa and gazed at the object in my hand. The rounded tip was cleaved, like the bottom of a peach, and it looked just as juicy. Wetness appeared from a tiny slit on the top. I held out my tongue and licked the side, smelling male muskiness.

  “Oh, God…”

  His response spurred me on, and I continued to lick, running my tongue over the rounded ridge of the crown. He leaned into the sofa, his jaw relaxing and his mouth falling open slightly. The more I licked, the more he seemed to sink into the cushions, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Feeling emboldened and ready for more, I closed my mouth around him and tasted the salty tang of pre-cum.

  “God…honey…Alexa.” I sucked aggressively and then released him to lick around the edges. I found his penis absolutely fascinating. Ryan moaned with pleasure; his hands were in my hair, tangling the blonde strands. “It’s so good…” I wasn’t able to get him in far, because I gagged. He was so big that he stretched my jaw to capacity, the thickened length forcing me to open wide. He grasped his balls, bringing them away from his body. “Suck these.”

  Now I was confused. “How?”

  “Get ‘em in your mouth.”

  “They’re too big.”

  “You can do it.” He held them, the skin around the sacs stretched taut. I licked, tasting a mild saltiness. I tried to get them into my mouth. It took several tries before I was successful. “Yeah…honey…” He rubbed the tip of his shaft, while I laved his sacs, licking and sucking on the soft, dangling pouches. I ate its mate, making it drip with saliva. “You catch on quick.”

  All of this licking and sucking had made my pussy horribly damp. My panties were on the receiving end of a creamy flood, as the result of my ever-increasing arousal. I’d hardly recovered from losing my virginity the night before, but I seemed to be more than ready to have him inside of me again. I lifted the nightgown over my head.

  Fire sparked in his eyes. “Those are magnificent.”

  “You think so?” I smiled.

  He touched my breasts, which jiggled invitingly. “Yeah.”

  “They’ve gotten big.”

  “They sure have.”

  “You noticed, huh?”

  “Are you kidding?”

  “I try to wear shirts that show ‘em off.”

  “I appreciate your efforts.” A seductive little light flashed in his eye.

  “You really have noticed,” I giggled.

  “I’d be blind not to.”

  “What’s your favorite part of my body?”

  “I love everything about you, honey.” He grabbed me. “Right now, I wanna eat your pussy.”

  “Oh! That sounds like fun.”

  “Pull your panties down.”

  I did so, sitting on the edge of the sofa. His hands were on my hips. Our lips met, tongues sliding against one another. I loved the sweetness of his breath mixed with whatever liquor he had been drinking. I relaxed against the cushions, as he kissed my breasts, pressing the mounds together and sucking the hardened nipples. He licked his way to my belly and lower, his tongue lapping against my clit.

  “Oh!”

  “You’re dripping.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” He knelt between my thighs, holding his cock, which he rubbed over my sodden opening. The lips of my labia were puffy and pink, swollen with expectation. “God, your pussy is so pretty.”

  “Thanks. I thought you were gonna suck it?”

  “I want to but…lemme fuck it for a minute first.”

  He used his cock like a personal massage tool, rubbing it up and down. My little hole was sore, but it was easy to ignore, because every time he bumped my nub, pleasure flared like white-hot lightning. I panted with shallow breaths, my chest rising and falling. My belly trembled and tingled; all the while he continued to rub himself over me. I met his gaze, and we stared into each other’s eyes for a long, stirring moment.

  That magnif
icent cock was opening me up to receive him. “Honey.” He sounded pained. “Do you want this?”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes.”

  With one fluid stroke, he was inside of me, driving deep into my silken tunnel, discomfort flaring. My hand drifted to my clit, where I rubbed vigorously. He began to pump, first slowly, and then more aggressively, his eyes hooded with pleasure. His attention was transfixed on where we were joined, watching his cock sliding in and out.

  “Oh, Ryan…”

  The lips of my labia closed around his shaft, as the discomfort drifted away and was replaced by unimaginable pleasure. I shifted, lifting my bottom to better receive him. The pressure I applied to my clit helped propel me along the amorous path of release.

  “Is this nice, honey? Does it hurt?”

  “No. Don’t stop.” He increased the tempo, driving harder; his cock was nearly in my belly. I could see it moving under the skin. “Oh, God…Ryan…” A maddening river of liquid passion poured over me, forcing my sex to clench, which elicited a lengthy groan from him. I realized then that he had brought me to the edge. I flung my head against the cushion, as release, sweet and sure, charged through me like an invading army.

  “That’s a good girl, Alexa.”

  “Ooohh…” I gritted my teeth, as a thousand mini convulsions pounded me, lessening incrementally. “It was so good.”

  He withdrew and licked my pussy. “You taste like cum.”

  “You didn’t, did you?”

  “No, honey. You taste like your own cum.”

  “Oh.”

  He held his cock. “If you suck it, I’ll squirt.”

  Then I understood. “I want to know what it tastes like.”

  “You’ll find out soon enough.” I slid from the sofa and wrapped my lips around the spongy tip. I felt more confident about my fellatio skills, and I devoured him, gagging, as he slid to the furthest reaches of my throat. “Oh, God…baby…” He gripped the back of my head, which was mildly worrying, and pushed me further onto his tool. I gagged repeatedly, but from the sounds of his groans, he wanted me to eat every inch. “Oh, Alexa…” He fucked my mouth, over and over, until moaning and pulling free to squirt a creamy type of fluid. I held out my tongue to catch it. Several streams hit my forehead instead. A pearl-like rope of semen landed across my cheek. He pushed himself into my mouth, and I sucked him, tasting the tart effects of his orgasm. It was incredible salty. I ran my tongue down each side, licking and eating his jizz. “Jesus, that was good.” He collapsed on the sofa.

  “Did I do all right?”

  He rubbed my back, holding me close. “You did better than all right. You were wonderful.”

  “I’ll improve the more I do it.”

  “Yes, you will. I’m not complaining.”

  “Does mom suck your cock?”

  “Uh, sweetheart…”

  “I know. You don’t want to talk about it.”

  We went to bed, and I regrettably had to sleep alone. Over the next few weeks, Ryan and I were together whenever we could be, stealing kisses and having sex when my mother wasn’t around. I had never been happier in my life. Ryan’s smile was permanently etched into his features, with happy words and good humor frequently on the tip of his tongue. It wasn’t until we had forgotten to go to our own beds one morning that I realized our mistake. The sound of someone clearing their throat woke me. I stirred, nestled in the warmth and comfort of Ryan’s arms and glanced at my mother, who stood at the foot of the bed. Oh, shit! I sat up, blinking at the intrusion, my stomach sinking.

  “Mom?”

  “Good morning, Alexa.”

  Ryan stirred, opening his eyes, realizing what had happened. “Jesus, fuck!” He sat up. “Oh, Jesus.”

  “I know you’ve been doing this for a while. You haven’t fooled me.”

  “I’m so sorry, mom. It’s my fault.”

  “How could you do this?” The question was directed at Ryan.

  “I wish I had a better answer for you, Kris. You’re not gonna like what I have to say.”

  I held the sheet to my chest. “Mommy don’t be mad at us. I really like Ryan. Can’t we share him?”

  Her hand was over her mouth. “I’m going to my room. I need…a minute.” She turned around and walked away.

  I met Ryan’s stare. “What’s gonna happen now?”

  “I don’t know.” He slid out of bed and pulled his shorts up. “We got sloppy.”

  “She knows. She’s known for a while.”

  “I gotta talk to her.” He glanced at me, and I felt tears prick my eyes. Strolling towards the bed, he held my face. “It’s gonna be all right, Alexa. Don’t worry.”

  “You can’t take all the blame. Half of it’s on me.”

  “Sit tight.” He left the room.

  I got up to throw a nightgown over my head. I stood outside their bedroom door and listened.

  “I’m so sorry, Kris.”

  “You took her virginity.”

  “I…did.”

  “I saw the sheets.”

  “I can’t really defend myself, Kris. I was...weak. I was reckless.”

  There was a lengthy pause. “I didn’t want to believe it. I thought maybe I was imagining things.”

  He sighed, “I love you, honey…but I love Alexa. I don’t want to wreck what we have. I don’t want to lose you.”

  “You shoulda thought about that before you seduced my daughter!”

  I walked into the room. “I did it. I seduced him. You can’t blame him for this!” She glanced at me, and the look of pain on her face made me ache for her. I sat on the bed and wrapped my arms around her neck. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me. Don’t hate Ryan.”

  “You know she’s pregnant, don’t you?”

  I stiffened at this announcement. I had taken an at home pregnancy test yesterday. She had found it in my trash!

  “What?”

  “She’s pregnant.”

  Ryan had gone white. “H-how do you know that?”

  “I found the positive test in the trash.”

  “Is this true, Alexa?”

  I shrugged. “I think so.”

  “Shit.” He sat in the chair across the room and held his face in his hands.

  Chapter Seven

  “The only thing I care about is my daughter.” My mother’s voice sounded cold.

  “I’m fine, mom.”

  “You’re getting ready for college. You don’t even have your driver’s license yet, and you’re pregnant. No, you’re not fine.”

  “I’ll take care of her,” said Ryan. “It’s my responsibility.”

  My mind spun with ideas. “You wanted to have a baby. You guys were trying. Now I’ll have it.”

  “You’re supposed to get an education. You’re supposed to go to school.”

  “Why can’t I do that too? I’ll schedule my classes carefully.”

  My mother rested the back of her hand on her forehead. “This is so fucked up. I can’t believe this is happening.”

  “Mommy, I love Ryan. I’ve always loved Ryan. We’re not gonna leave, are we?”

  “You’re not mature enough to have a child.” She glanced at Ryan. “And, you’re old enough to know better.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ll fix this.”

  “It’s a bit late, isn’t it?”

  “What do you want?”

  She was silent for a long moment. “I want a man I can trust. I want a relationship based on truths, not a pack of lies. I didn’t get that with my first husband, and I certainly don’t think I’ll get it with you.”

  “I wasn’t lying when I said I love you. I do love you.”

  “And you love her too.”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re having a baby with my daughter.”

  “It looks like it.”

  “What are we gonna do?” she cried.

  “You can leave me or we can come up with some solutions.”


  She glanced at me. “This wasn’t supposed to happen to you until you were a lot older, honey. You’ve no idea how hard it is to raise a baby.”

  “We could all raise it.”

  “You have to go to school.”

  “There’s daycare.”

  She closed her eyes. “I could murder you both, I swear.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please don’t make us leave.”

  “I knew it,” she said softly. “I think I knew from the beginning. You two had a connection. I didn’t think you’d cross the line, but I guess I underestimated everything.” She moved hair out of my face. “You’re my baby. You turned into a woman overnight. I wish you could stay my little girl. Now you’re the woman who stole my man.”

  “No. You can have him to. Let’s share him. Nothing has to change. We’ll live here and raise the baby and be a family. Tell granny and grandpa I got knocked up by a boyfriend. No one has to know it’s Ryan’s.”

  “I have a lot to think about,” she said softly.

  “Do you hate me now?” I ached seeing her so unhappy.

  “No.”

  “I love you, mommy.”

  “I love you too, honey.”

  “Alexa, could you give your mother and I a second?”

  I glanced at Ryan. “Sure.” I left the room, loitering by the door.

  “What’s gonna happen now?” asked my mother.

  “The ball’s in your court.”

  “I’m gonna have to think about it.”

  “I’m so sorry, Kris.”

  “How can we have a relationship after this?”

  “It’ll take work.”

  “You want her more than you want me. You love her more.”

  “Kris…I love you both. I feel like a pig. My behavior’s inexcusable. I won’t blame you if you leave.”

  “I’m too young to be a grandmother,” she sobbed.

  I heard the bed move. “I shoulda known better. I do know better. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. We’re all gonna pay the price for my stupidity.”