Abandoned to Lust (Erotic Romance Story), Book 2 (A Month of Pleasure)

by Mason, Carla

  “Well you don’t look too upset about missing the opening, did you want to go?”

  “Honestly, no, I can’t stand Bjorn’s work.”

  “So you’ve done what you actually wanted to do all along right, so what can be wrong with that”

  Somehow it all seemed okay for a moment.

  “I guess so”

  We dressed and had a glass of red, feeling lazy whilst lounging on the sofa.

  “I don’t get you girls” George remarked

  “It seems like all you want for each other is happiness and to be a part of each others lives, but when one of you finds some fun, it is an enormous drama, are you girls jealous of each other?”

  It never occurred to me that my best friends could be jealous

  “No of course not, we just watch out for each other is all”

  I didn’t want to talk to George about my girlfriends, it was part of my life before George and didn’t want to blend the two, I felt like I was living a split life, and it was working, well ….. it was when I met my work deadlines and appointments I made with my friends.

  I felt sober and needed to get to the gallery to try and right this wrong that would follow me for weeks on end, especially if the opening went badly.

  “Well sexy, I need to let an old man rest, you look knackered and I need to get some work done tomorrow, so I shall be off.”

  “Running to your friends?” George said with a tinge of frustration, he knows me so well, but at times like these I don’t feel as though I know him at all.

  “I told you I’m going to go home and get some work done, babe, I have had a wonderful afternoon and evening, but a girl needs to work,” I said, giving an excuse to get out of there.

  “Catch up soon then”

  “That you can count on” I said as I gave George a kiss goodbye. I don’t know why I felt the need to lie to him. I knew that the girls and George were never going to get on like Paul did, I guess they don’t need to, in less than three weeks life will be back to normal.

  Part of me liked being the one doing the leaving on my own accord from George’s house, it’s always easier to be the one that leaves, rather than being left. I ran down the street it had started raining so I needed to grab a cab. It’s typical, when you need a cab there’s never one around.

  The rain was really pelting down now, I found shelter under an awning and tried calling Tash on my mobile. No answer. I have a feeling she was blocking my calls. I just knew I’d be in for it. I kept running through the torrential rain, until I managed to flag down a cab, gave him my address and sank into the leather seats whilst trying to dry myself off a little.

  There’s something great about jumping into a cab and just making small talk with a complete stranger that you pretty much know you will never meet again, finding snippets of lives that you would otherwise never had known if not for getting into that cab at that time. I like the coincidence and easiness that is presented at that moment.

  I arrived home and ran up the stairs glad to walk into my little sanctuary. I love my apartment …. or should I say, our apartment, but mine for this month. It is so ordered and bright, warm in winter, cool in summer, the sun streams in of a morning and of an evening the lights of the city dance on the horizon.

  I freshened up slowly, and flicked on the kettle, I knew I should be racing downtown but it was pouring outside and so cozy in. The Opening would more than likely be nearing closing time and by the time I’d get there it would be over. Besides, George did have a point, I wasn’t that keen on going in the first place.

  I tried Tash again and finally she answered her phone.

  “Are you okay” she said in a clipped tone.

  “As a matter of fact I’m not feeling very well, I turned my phone on silent whilst having a little nap and ended up falling into a deep sleep, I’m so sorry Tash, I think I’m coming down with something” I lied.

  “I knew there must have been something wrong, I told Lex you wouldn’t let me down.”

  I felt bad lying to Tash, yet relieved, I just didn’t want another drama over George, sex and, well lets face it, my being a slack friend.

  “I don’t know what you mean?” I lied again.

  “Oh Lex thought you’d caught up with George and lost track of time whilst in his bed, crazy I know”

  I felt myself getting irritated, how could she be such a bitch! How could she know me so well!

  “I knew you wouldn’t do that to me, honey, is there anything I can get for you?”

  “No, I’ll be fine, just need to stay put in bed and rest, I’ll catch up with you tomorrow to hear all about your fabulous night”

  “Okay sweetheart, you look after yourself - if you need anything just call”

  I felt so awful, what a rotten friend I was becoming, lying, not turning up to things that I said I would, and taking advantage of kind hearted Tash. Feeling completely rotten I fell onto my couch and switched through the channels on the TV mindlessly. I would have felt so much better if Tash had of just called me every name under the sun and dealt with my not turning up instead of lying and having to feel rotten for, well for as long as it would take. I’ll have to front up at some point, just not now.

  The next day was beautiful outside, I decided to ignore the phone and start the day with a jog around the harbour and get some sun before the cooler weather set in. I got into my jogging gear and ran downstairs after my coffee. It would have been the perfect thing to do, but for the fact that I ran straight into Tash

  “Oh I was just on my way up to see you, you look like you’ve made a great recovery”

  “Yeah, I think it must have been something I ate”

  “I hate those 24 hour bug things, they’re rotten”

  I spent the next hours trying to remember what I’d said so that I could keep my lie up to my friend, even though I knew she probably could see right through me. George’s words were running through my head, what would he know about girls, “jealous” indeed, the thought was niggling in the back of my mind when I noticed Tash was still talking …..

  “....... So if you’re feeling well enough to go jogging do you think you are well enough to come out tonight?”

  “Sure, sounds great”

  The day went by slowly filled with writing and meetings, I walked back into my apartment in time to freshen up and get dressed in my “girls night out” clothes, I was looking forward to being with my friends once more.

  We chose a new place to head to. It was great seeing Lex and Tash, I really do love that about girlfriends nothing ever really breaks the tie between friendship not even men. We walked into the Cedar Bar. It was quite bizarre, a black ominous door that when opened led to a staircase that went down to the most amazing dance floor and bar. It was a little hideaway that was pretty amazing, chandeliers, cedar topped bar that ran along one wall of the club and great music, leather lounges, our spirits were lifted instantly.

  The girls and I had a dance and chatted like old times, and then it happened. I saw him. George was in the arms of this long legged dark haired woman. I was instantly furious, they say “Hell hath no fury like that of a scorned woman” well you better had believe it! I didn’t know what to do.

  “You look pale are you unwell again?”

  “What, um no, I’m fine, I just need to grab a drink.”

  The girls didn’t really know what the problem was.

  All I could think of was “I hate George, I know it’s just a fling, I just didn’t think he’d fling in front of me is all. I thought I meant more”

  I was beyond angry, I went over to a blonde guy at the bar that was in George’s line of vision;

  “Hi, I’m Steph”

  “Hi Steph, I’m Gerrard”

  I found myself falling into small talk leaning into Gerrard, he was a really nice guy and someone that I found easy to be with.

  “Hey would you like to join me over there on the lounge? We managed to score a booth when we came in.”

  “Sure
.”

  Gerrard was over 6 foot, broad shoulders, clean cut, classically handsome with a great sense of style, and smelt fantastic. He carried two very tall cocktails. Walking in front, I led him to where I was sitting with the girls.

  We did the introductions and started chatting, he was easy to be with, great sense of humour and interesting. I really enjoyed being with him, an added bonus as I felt like my cat and mouse game with George was now on my terms instead of his.

  The cocktails were powerful, I could feel the freedom that alcohol can only give. Gerrard was only in town for a short time, he was at a doctor’s conference that ended tonight and would only stay on for a short while after that.

  “Would you like to dance” asked Gerrard

  “I’d love to.”

  I went to the dancefloor and we moved our bodies to all the classics that we liked - our bodies becoming closer with each beat, until there was a Latin American number that gave us the green light to cling to each other with hunger. Our bodies were in sync moving on the dancefloor as one. The mixture of anger and lust melted together and what I was left with was absolute hunger for this blonde Adonis.

  His hands on the small of my back sliding down my body and clutching my butt, I could barely breathe I could feel that familiar feeling inside my body, aching for more than just his hands. I wanted this man so badly, now, right Now!

  I grabbed his hand and said, “follow me.”

  I told the girls I was just popping outside, would be back soon. A knowing smile crossed their faces,

  "Okay honey"

  George was watching but the need to infuriate him had passed and he seemed to like the chase, knowing that I wasn’t waiting, pining for him at home, I was my own woman.

  Gerrard followed me outside, there was a little boutique hotel across the road, we could barely wait to get to the room, as we were going up in the elevator Gerrard was kissing me as he was undoing my buttons, the doors opened and we all bar ran to our hotel room door, we fell inside hungrily undoing each others clothes, without a moment to spare, our bodies needing each other. Gerrard standing naked in front of me I was astounded at his body, it was beautiful, I stood before him and let my dress fall to the ground with no underwear on I was completely naked. Gerrard held my face and gently kissed me then laid me on the bed behind me. I wanted him, I was ready to cum right now, but he slowed the pace down.

  “What’s the rush Steph?”

  “I want you so badly.”

  He smiled.

  “You’ll have me, in all good time.”

  He started with my feet, gently rubbing them and the calves of my legs sensually ever so gently then sucking my toes, he slowly moved to the top of my legs sensually stroking them. I was exploding, grabbing at him, pulling at him, but Gerrard just smiled and kissed my hands.

  “In all good time darling girl.”

  He gently stroked my inner thigh ever so slightly brushing the lips of my vagina, teasing them as he moved his hand to my clit.

  His other hand was busy circling my breasts.

  I wanted him to grab my tits, to hold them, to jump on top of me, I was writhing, busting, exploding

  “I want you so badly” I moaned.

  He smiled and kissed my neck.

  I felt goosebumps all over my body, I was aching.

  He slowly moved his hand to my upstanding nipples, gently grasping them and twirling them, it felt wonderful. His lower hand was now brushing the lips of my vagina with more passion he plunged his middle finger inside of my vagina.

  “Ohhhhhh more pleeeeeease”

  Gerrard placed his warm mouth over my nipples and sucked gently on them, my breasts igniting my juices, he plunged his fingers inside of me again and I moved up and down in rhythm, my body knew this dance so well now and I climaxed quickly.

  Gerrard smiled and laid on top of me, guiding his penis in ever so slowly, gently, supporting himself on his muscular forearms, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him on top of me, he slid all the way in.

  “Oh my God”

  It felt so wonderful, he felt so wonderful

  He rolled me onto my side and plunged deeper inside of me

  “Is this okay?”

  “Yes, oh yes.”

  I came again, Gerrard pulled out before cumming.

  “Let’s take our time okay”

  He could have asked me to sing Yankee Doodle Dandee for all I cared, what he was doing to my body was amazing

  He pulled me to the end of the bed my legs dangling he lifted them up over my head and supported them with his arms whilst entering me. It felt so deep, so amazing as though 4th of July was happening inside of my vagina. It was explosive. I screamed in ecstasy as I had the biggest orgasm I think I’ve ever experienced.

  This man is amazing!

  He gently put his hand under my butt and lifted me ever so slightly as he entered me, it was on a different angle, his penis inside it felt wonderful I could feel his other hand rubbing my clit. I felt another orgasm building, we were moving in rhythm, faster more animalistic and then both of us screaming and cumming together.

  Gerrard rolled off me and with his index finger moved his hand down the side of my body

  “You are a wonderful Steph I’ve enjoyed meeting you.”

  “You’re pretty amazing yourself Gerrard but is this goodbye?”

  “Ha, I knew you would want to see me again” he said with a smile.

  “Do you feel like going back to the “Cedar” or would you like to pop down to the piano bar and have a quieter more relaxing drink?”

  “Hmm that sounds lovely, let’s do that”

  I gave the girls a call and told them that we had moved on to the Piano Bar across the road.

  “Okay Steph, are you up for brunch tomorrow?”

  “Absolutely, same place, same time”

  “Great see you then, have fun”

  “Am I keeping you from your friends?”

  “No not at all, in fact I think they were quite glad to meet you”

  “And I them.”

  It was nice spending time with someone whom your friends like, it seems to make life so much easier in a way and prevents the problem of telling lies.

  We freshened up and re-dressed, and meandered down to the Piano Bar. It had a great feel about the place the lighting was dim, the grand piano playing jazz sat in the corner by the old oak bar. The leather sofas seemed to envelope your body as you fell into them it was cosy, warm with a relaxed feel about it. Gerrard walked over with a red wine and cheese platter, it was the perfect touch to finish the most perfect evening.

  Gerrard and I were chatting about his time overseas working with the UN in third world countries. This man had done so much, achieved so much in his life already. I was guessing he was around 10 years older than me, but his worldly experience seemed to make him so much wiser and kinder than most of the men I’d met.

  He told me of things that he’d seen where he was able to make a difference and things that he’d wished he’d never seen, and should never have happened. He has seen the best and the worst of humanity. I was completely absorbed with what he was saying, so much so that night soon turned to day. I loved how gentle and genuine Gerrard was, there was no pretension. He came from a long line of doctors, but for him it wasn’t about flashy cars or fancy suits, it was about being able to raise enough money to help others that desperately needed it, to make a difference for children and adults alike.

  I wanted to do a piece on him for my column and asked if I could grab his number.

  “Well that depends”

  “On what”

  “On whether you want my number for work or for pleasure”

  “What if I say, both”

  “Then I’d say that is the perfect answer”

  With a smile he wrote his number on my hand in pen.

  “That’s very old fashioned of you, don’t you have a card?”

  “Well this will show me how genuine you are Stephanie and how
much you want to call me” he said with a smile.

  I had to go, I was meeting the girls for brunch and to be honest couldn’t wait to tell them about this amazing man. I told Gerrard and he rose to open the door for me.

  “Would you like me to walk you to the cafe”

  I thought this kind of chivalry was only in romantic movies, but it truly did exist

  “Are you heading that way?”

  “Well no, but it would be my pleasure to escort you.”

  We walked out of the building together, I made and involuntary shiver, it had turned quite cold out, Gerrard slipped his overcoat off and put it around my shoulders. It smelled of him, a reminder of being in his arms last night. I felt warm, safe, happy. We were animated in conversation for the five blocks to the cafe, it seemed to flash by so quickly and there we were at the front entrance.

  “Would you like to come in?”

  half hoping he would say no, it’s impossible to talk about a gorgeous man, when the said man is sitting right there at the table

  “No, I have stolen you from your friends long enough, but look forward to hearing from you soon”

  We kissed goodbye and I went to give him his overcoat.

  “You keep it, if you call I’ll collect it then, if not, it will be a reminder of me. Besides, it’s cold out you will catch your death and I am a doctor after all, I took an oath to look after people”

  We laughed and then he ran across the street and vanished in the distance.

  Tash and Lex were sitting at a table and had witnessed the whole thing, I walked in.

  “Where did he come from, and does he have a brother?” asked Tash.

  “Tell all.”