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Recollections 2
Written by: Kaadorix
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 04: "Groundwork"
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(Seven Years Ago // Flashback)
-*- Friday, October 8, 2010 -*-
-*- Lawrence, Kansas -*-
After knocking four times on the door to the dorm room that my
girlfriend, Alexa, lived in here at the University of Kansas in
Lawrence, it finally opened and I was greeted by the presence of
her life-long best friend and room-mate, Merissa. Although I was
strictly focused on Alexa and my goal of pursuing an everlasting
relationship and marriage with her, I could not help but to roll
my eyes - if just for a fleeting instant - down the sexy, little
sundress that accentuated Merissa's curves and stopped mid-thigh.
The 18-year-old brunette had on heels that made her legs look a
mile long and very nearly brought her to eye to eye with me.
Merissa shifted her weight from one foot to the other and stood
before me with her smartphone in one hand and an inviting, friendly
smile etched across her face that made my stomach flutter wildly.
"Hey, Merissa." _Holy hell, you look hot_. The thought faded,
though, just as quickly as it had surfaced. Miss America was my
girlfriend, and I did not need (or want) anyone else. "Lexi here?"
Drizzle - Merissa's faithful dog, a passive and friendly
Norwich Terrier - brushed past her and sniffed at the brown paper
bag I held in my hand. I knelt to pet Drizzle, whom Merissa had
owned since the age of six. "Ahhhhh," I then smiled up at Merissa.
"Drizzle already knows that I brought some goodies for her."
Merissa nodded and smiled. "She may be getting up there in
age, but Drizzle's nose is as keen as ever. She can sense and
smell anything, especially _goodies_." Merissa shifted her weight
from foot to foot again. "Lexi went to the market to get me a bag
of ice for the weekend. She should be back any minute."
After I fed Drizzle a little snack, I looked at Merissa's feet
in those heels one final time and admired them for a split-second
before rising back to my full height. But when my hand grazed my
jeans, some of Drizzle's brown, curly fur remained on the fabric.
"Sorry about her shedding. It's been really bad lately."
Merissa reached out and deftly brushed the fur from my hip.
"Dog fur doesn't bother me." When I glanced down at her hand,
still swiping my hip, Merissa pulled it away rather quickly.
"Oops," she said, embarrassed. "Sorry. I didn't mean..."
Yet the move was clearly innocent on her part, done on harmless
instinct, and I paid it no attention whatsoever. I soon extended
the brown paper bag to her, pretending the previous few seconds
never actually happened. "I figured Drizzle may like some snacks.
You can give the rest of them to her if you like."
Merissa took the bag with a smile that lit up her eyes and then
reached into it. "This was really sweet of you, Jeremy, but you
didn't need to go to the trouble. Thank you." She stepped aside.
"Would you like to come inside and wait for Lexi?"
"Sure," I shrugged, strolling in past her. Merissa and Alexa
did not live in the most glamorous of dorm rooms, but they liked
it here on campus. They were already friends with literally all
of the other girls on their floor in the building. Space in their
private dormitory itself was very limited. There was just enough
room for two twin beds and dressers, two closets, a single desk
and computer, and an incredibly small kitchen. There was a large
common living room down the corridor for the entire floor, as well
as a shared washroom area with several sinks and showers.
I looked at my wristwatch. It was Friday night, 7:03pm, and
Alexa and I had the whole weekend ahead of us. How awesome was
that? She was going to spend the majority of it with me at my
home back in Lake Quivira. Kansas University did not have a
football game this weekend - this was their bye week - so Alexa
really had no obligations (such as cheerleading) to hold her down.
I had zero commitments at the hospital and no medical meetings or
conferences to attend. We could devote our weekend to each other.
"Lexi said that she had a really fun time with you last night,"
Merissa offered, cradling Drizzle in her arms and taking a seat on
her bed. "Said you were out 'til three in the morning. You took
her to some sort of... trapeze place, she said?"
"I did," I nodded. "A place in Ottawa that two of my cousins,
Candace and Piper, own. It's shut down now - been that way for a
while - but I still go there once a month or so to have fun."
Merissa bit her lip, and it caused a slight tingle to pass
through me. "You also took Lexi around town on a motorcycle?"
She paused and closed her eyes, dreamily. "I LOVE motorcycles."
Drizzle yawned and Merissa stroked the canine's back.
"I honestly did not know if Lexi would like riding on the back
of my motorcycle with me, but she had a blast. Go figure."
Merissa crinkled her nose and laughed. "You don't seem like the
motorcycle type, Jeremy. You're a doctor! And a damn good one at
that. I know from first-hand experience." She took a deep breath
and reiterated, "Lexi should be back from the store any moment.
She's running a little behind tonight because her tumbling class
lasted longer than expected."
I raised an eyebrow. "Tumbling class?" What the heck was that?
"The cheerleading squad goes to a local gym twice a week, and
they practice tumbling. They do it every single day they have a
practice, actually, but go to a gym off-campus for it twice a
week." Merissa pouted and continued, "I'm jealous of Lexi. I so
wish I could be on the squad with her. But you advised me to
skip cheerleading here in the fall because I broke my ankle back
in April, in high school, and you wanted it to have more time to
heal." Merissa pouted again. "I won't be able to cheer in the
winter, either. The next tryouts aren't until the spring."
"I don't want you to hurt yourself again."
"Oh, I know."
The very first day I met Alexa back on June 24, 2010 - one of
three times I happened upon her that day - Merissa came into my
medical office as a patient, with Alexa by her side, and got a
hard cast removed from her foot and ankle. Merissa had suffered
a nasty spill and fall during a basketball game as a varsity
cheerleader a few months prior in high school. That chance
meeting - Alexa accompanying Merissa in for her medical visit -
was just one in a series of several events that eventually brought
Alexa and I to where we are with each other today.
"You have any issues at all with your ankle?"
"Oh, no," Merissa said, shaking her head. "Lexi made sure I
went through all of that physical therapy you wanted. I'm fine."
"What about dinner? Do you have any dinner plans tonight?"
"Wha... dinner?" Merissa shrugged and touched the ends of her
thick, luxurious chestnut-brown hair, then just as quickly stopped.
She seemed confused as to why I would ask. "No? Not... really."
"I'm taking Lexi out for dinner. Want to come along?"
Her eyes grew wide. "Wouldn't I be intruding?"
I smiled at her consideration. Merissa was such a humble, sweet
girl. If I wasn't dating Alexa, maybe, just maybe... "Nonsense.
You're Lexi's best friend. Besides, your boyfriend - Grayson - is
out of town until tomorrow. Why spend a Friday night alone?"
"Oh. Umm..."
I stepped a little closer and heard Merissa draw in a breath and
hold it. "Merissa, it's dinner with your best friend and her
boyfriend. Nothing major. Just us going out together as friends.
Besides, Lexi and I are going to your favorite place - _Papa Keno's_."
Merissa's interest suddenly perked up. "_Papa Keno's Pizzeria_?"
When I nodded my head at her, she smiled. "I cannot refuse that."
"My treat," I tossed in for added emphasis. "I'm buying."
Just then, the door to the dorm room opened and in stepped Alexa,
carrying a small bag of groceries in one arm. I did a double-take,
then groaned inwardly and felt desire well up all throughout me.
My own eyes were wide as I gawked at the 19-year-old goddess
still wearing her cheerleading attire from several, hard hours at
practice earlier. Alexa's cheerleading top was a tight, ribbed
turtleneck style, sleeveless, and ended just at her midriff. Her
sleek, incredibly toned abdomen was bare, on full display. The
top itself was all blue with shiny sequins, with Kansas' official
school emblem, a Jayhawk - a mythical bird rooted in the historic
struggles of Kansas' settlers - embroidered just below her neck.
The cheerleading skirt was blue as well, with shiny sequins
adorning its waistband, but then the rest of it gave way to
standard silk. It was also very short, ending just below her
crotch and showing off her lovely, thin, tanned legs. Alexa's
red cheerleader panties were snug on her tight, little teen ass,
and ready to be shown off with the slightest wiggle of the skirt.
White socks, rolled down to her ankles, and black sneakers
completed the delightful outfit, accentuating her legs even more.
Alexa was blistering hot! Talk about temptation with a capital T!
My heart raced at the sight of Alexa as, without a word, she
closed the distance between us with a fast clip, then tossed her
arms around my sternum and kissed me until I felt the world spin.
"Sorry, but I couldn't wait a second longer to kiss you. I've
wanted to do it all day, Jeremy." That cheerleading outfit fit
her like a second skin, and Alexa looked absolutely delicious.
She pulled back and smiled at me. "Oh, and hi. Good evening."
"Hi..."
"Do you mind it if I tag along for dinner with you and Jeremy?"
Merissa inquired, taking the grocery bag from her. "He invited me."
Alexa shook her head. "Not at all. That'd be wonderful. You
were going to spend the night here otherwise, yes? Alone?"
"Yeah."
"As much as I love seeing you in your many, various cheerleading
outfits, honey, I think you should change into something warmer,"
were my words. "We had such a good time last night, you know, and I
decided to bust out the motorcycle again." I pointed toward her
perfect, coltish legs. "It's 50 degrees out and you'd freeze to
death on a motorcycle, on the expressway, with all that sharp wind."
Alexa waved a dismissive hand. "I want to wear my cheerleading
outfit tonight. I was thinking..." She paused, then bit her lip
the same way Merissa did moments earlier. Very sexy like. "Maybe
I could show you some new dance and cheer moves that I've been
working on especially... for you? You know, in your bedroom?"
"Too much information!" Merissa blurted out with a big smile,
placing a forefinger in each ear to temporarily clog her hearing.
Alexa prided herself in coming across as a proper and wholesome
girl to others, but she had no censor around her best friend,
Merissa. And at the same time, my body had a definite reaction -
and an aroused one at that - to those words from Alexa and the
images they conjured up. Alexa had plans of showcasing some sexy
dance and cheerleader routines for me later tonight?
"As enticing as that sounds, honey, why not save those moves
for another time?" was my suggestion. "Another night? You know,
a night when I come to pick you up in my _Jeep_ instead of the bike.
You have no idea how cold it will be on the open highway at night
this time of year in that skimpy, little cheerleader outfit."
Alexa screwed up her expression and seemed somewhat agitated
with me. "Oh alright, Jeremy. You big spoil sport!" But then
Alexa smiled like she completely understood, and agreed.
"You jealous, Merissa?" Alexa then asked, snickering playfully,
turning toward her with a smirk. "Oh, you ARE! I know how much
you LOVE motorcycles. You jealous that you're not the lucky girl
riding on the back of Jeremy's... big hog... tonight?"
"Shut up!" Merissa responded, unable to control her laughter,
as a multitude of unwanted images - many of them erotic (and
involving Merissa) - raced throughout my mind. Merissa put the
heavy bag of ice away inside the small freezer within their
kitchen. "You're awful, Lexi! Just AWFUL! You can definitely
keep Jeremy's... BIG HOG... to yourself!" She then looked at me,
but only after giving Drizzle another doggie snack. "That girl's
mind is always in the gutter!" Merissa straightened up and eyed
me with a renewed sense of calm. "Is it true that Lexi is keeping
a couple of outfits at your house now?"
"It is," I nodded. "I had an empty drawer in my dresser, in
my bedroom, and told Lexi she could have it if she wanted it.
She has a couple, regular changes of clothes there for weekends
like this - when we are spending them together."
Merissa laughed. "Gee, Lexi. You give up your virginity to
Jeremy barely two weeks ago, and now you're keeping clothes at
his house? Why don't you just move in and get married already?"
Alexa's cheeks pinked up into a blush. "Merissa! Stop it!"
Yet I brought Alexa back into my arms and kissed her deeply,
urgently, just as I had so many times over and over again last
night. We cuddled beneath the stars for hours, talking and
kissing, groping, and trying to hold to our no-sex rule for the
evening. It had been sheer hell. Alexa had actually left her
smartphone turned off the entire time we spent on the roof and I
did not get back home myself until four o'clock in the morning.
"I missed you last night, Lexi." I kissed her again. "I'm
looking forward to you being in my bed these next two nights."
Merissa let out an exaggerated, long-winded sigh - as if she
did not need to hear these sordid plans - while Alexa giggled
up at me. Likewise, I had learned I could tone down my own censor
around Merissa when it came to my dealings with Alexa. I figured
that Alexa told her every little detail of every moment we spent
together anyway. Merissa had no objections to us being... frisky.
"You ARE quite possessive, aren't you, Jeremy?"
"I never was, until you came along."
Alexa looked at me with disbelief in her eyes as I backed her
up against the nearby wall with another kiss. "Go gently," she
told me, giggling again. "I'm a little sore from the trapeze."
"I'll give you a full-body massage tonight, then. NAKED."
"OhmiGod!" Merissa laughed, stepping away. "Stop it!"
Heat flashed in Alexa's eyes as our mouths crashed together.
It was difficult not to just rip her little cheerleading uniform
off right here and now and simply engulf myself in the countless
delights of her body. I wanted to so badly. Yet I couldn't,
because Merissa was here. I could not let ALL of my guard down
around Merissa, you know. Despite that, Alexa's breasts grazed
my abdomen, her hips rocked against me, and a needful noise
escaped from deep within her. "What was that, honey?" I teased.
"Forget gentle. Just keep kissing." Alexa guided me to her
neck. "Just keep doing THAT - kissing me." She arched against
me. "It feels so good when you kiss me."
I claimed her mouth in another greedy kiss and although I was
certainly not against the idea of making out with her like a
ravenous teen-ager, I again reminded myself that Merissa was
present, too. We had done enough in front of her already.
I reluctantly tore my mouth away from Alexa's and offered an
apologetic smile toward Merissa. I was going to try and behave,
at least for the time being. But it was going to be rough.
"You're going to be my undoing," I told Alexa breathlessly.
* * *
Massachusetts Street was located in the very heart of downtown
Lawrence, and was considered the number one tourist attraction in
the entire state of Kansas. It was home to _Papa Keno's Pizzeria_,
among hundreds of other various businesses, many of them unique and
creative. This was a festive college town through and through,
with colorful people and characters all around, and the vibe was
hip and quirky. The street itself was laden with rich tradition
and history, and some of the original architecture - dating all
the way back to the mid-1800's - still remains today.
_Papa Keno's Pizzeria_ was catty-corner from the municipal
courthouse and directly next to the _Watkins Museum of History_.
I put a hand on Alexa's arm as we entered the restaurant, with
Merissa in close tow behind us. She had followed Alexa and I,
on my motorcycle, in her own car. It was 7:35pm on a Friday
night, which meant the pizza parlor was packed, and the three of
us waited around for 40 minutes until a table became available.
Alexa looped her arm through Merissa's with a wide smile, then
dragged her off toward the table. Now it was my turn to follow.
But I rushed ahead of them and pulled out a chair for Merissa
while my eyes held her gaze.
"Oh, thank you." Merissa did not seem to expect this type of
treatment from me, but I wanted to act like a gentleman for her.
I was raised to be that way, especially by my father.
"What about my chair?" Alexa stood by her chair and smiled.
"Of course." I pulled out her chair. "Here you go, honey."
Alexa sat down with a shake of her head and a smile that told
of the vivacious, happy-go-lucky attitude that she posessed. It
was very appealing, even addictive.
"Not to put pressure on you, Jeremy, but Lexi said you have
plans to renovate your kitchen," Merissa offered. "I'd love to
know what you have in mind. I could come out next weekend, maybe,
if you'd be interested in showing me what you're thinking."
"LEXI has plans of renovating my kitchen," I corrected her.
Alexa made a face and wiggled her shoulders. "Well, you DO
have the most boring kitchen in the history of mankind, Jeremy."
"It's my house. Simple is fine. I don't notice anything,
anyway." At the same time, though, I was not against the idea of
Alexa modifying things a bit, sprucing my home environment up.
She was the first woman who had made me feel special and welcome
in a very long time, and I could not imagine turning her down.
Besides, I hoped my home would one day be her home, too. If
she wanted to change things, I say let her start now.
"You're welcome to come over any old time you like, Merissa.
Next weekend sounds perfect. Perhaps Saturday morning, before
Kansas' big football game against Kansas State that night?"
"Why doesn't Merissa just spend the night next Friday?" Alexa
suggested. "She can sleep in your guest bedroom downstairs while
you and I stay in the master bedroom upstairs. Grayson will be
out of town then, too." That seemed like an awfully unique
request, but I found myself agreeing to it anyway, nodding my
head. Again, I was not in the business of telling Alexa _no_.
My girlfriend's best friend was going to camp out in my guest
bedroom next Friday night while she and I cozied up in the main
bedroom? Neither Alexa or Merissa seemed to think that was odd at
all. When it came to these two ladies and how they always seemed
to twine together as a single unit, everything they did was unique.
The golden cherry tomatoes and spinach blended deliciously with
roasted garlic on the veggie lover's pizza that the three of us
ordered and shared together, while the heaping helpings of double
pepperoni and extra mushrooms truly topped it off, and made the
pie sinfully delicious. I would have preferred sausage on it too,
but Alexa was a vegan and absolutely refused to eat any meat. That
was fine. We also shared a basket of bread sticks served with
Papa Keno's famous red sauce, and enjoyed house salads on the side.
I must admit, it also felt a little strange - different - to
be sitting in a crowded pizza parlor, smack-dab in the middle of
Partytown USA, with two beautiful girls so many years younger
than me. I was 36 while Alexa was 19, of course, and Merissa
was still 18. Her birthday was coming up later in the month.
After changing out of her cheerleader outfit before we left,
Alexa was not wearing anything tight or revealing right now - a
simple white peasant blouse with lacy sleeves and jeans tucked
into flat-bottomed, brown boots. Yet her hair was so shiny and
silky, it reflected light in several different shades of blonde,
and her eyes were as blue as the ocean. Damn, she was hot.
How many curious glances - envious glances, that is - did I
receive from various male students as Alexa, with her wholesome
sexiness and Merissa, wearing her pretty yellow sundress, were
both talking and laughing with me? Too many to count, actually.
I was the envy of over half the guys there, it seemed.
Earlier in the year, I surely never envisioned - even in my
wildest thoughts - that I would one day find myself in a situation
like this again. Hanging out with two gorgeous college girls on a
Friday night on Massachusetts Street? I was a doctor, for Christ's
sake - a dedicated family physician - who worked way too many hours
every week and generally spent whatever downtime I had reviewing
medical charts and researching new technologies. What would my
elderly patients think if they knew I was spending my night in a
notorious college town, at a restaurant, with a wild, boisterous
beer bong game going on just three tables away? I left the college
lifestyle and ways behind long ago, yet here I was again. On top
of that, I was never much of a socializer while I was enrolled all
those many years ago at Washburn College in Topeka, Kansas. I was
more the wallflower type, content to stay back in the shadows.
Conversation over dinner with Alexa and Merissa came easily.
I was able to tune out the loud and wild surroundings without any
issue. But it was readily apparent that these two girls were the
absolute best of friends and had known each other for a very, very
long time. Since preschool and the age of four, actually. Merissa
told me a story from their childhood when she one day found Alexa
singing at the local park with her pet cat, Matt.
I kept a steady gaze on Alexa as Merissa relayed the story.
"Lexi was adorable, sitting there in the long grass, singing about
sunshine and rainy days. Didn't think anyone else was around,
either. Then she saw me, and she got really embarrassed!"
Sometimes I did not know what to think of how close Alexa and
Merissa actually were. The bond these two shared. It was, in a
word, incredible. Once they got going at any given moment, the more
they talked, the more intimate the references to each other became.
Like nothing I had ever seen before. They were closer than sisters
and could probably finish each others' sentences if need be.
Alexa then asked Merissa to tell me about her mother and two
brothers, all of whom lived just three doors down from the
house where Alexa grew up in Overland Park (and where her parents
still resided today). Merissa simply lit up going on and on about
Michelle, Rick and Colton. She was a family girl at heart, quite
obviously, and loved her mother and two siblings to no end. Rick
was the older one, apparently, while Colton was younger. It was
so refreshing to have a lengthy, carefree discussion that did not
deal with random illnesses and pharmaceutical prescriptions. Or
insurance. I HATED fighting with the insurance companies.
When I asked Merissa about her father, she momentarily frowned
and informed me that he had died of a heart attack in 1999 when
she was just seven years old. I immediately regretted asking,
bringing up a sour memory, and apologized for her horrible loss.
"Lexi is a good girl," Merissa later told me when we were about
to leave, and Alexa was away in the ladies' room. "A good girl."
"I know she is."
"All I'm saying is that I have known Lexi her entire life, and
she has NEVER gone on about a guy - about how attracted she is to
him, how he is so good to her, makes her feel so warm and special -
like she does you." Alexa exited the ladies' room on the other
side of the restaurant and began strolling back to us. Merissa
noticed her. "I don't know what you're doing with her, Jeremy,"
Merissa spoke quietly in closing, not wanting Alexa to hear her,
"but whatever it is, keep it up. I've never seen Lexi so happy.
You say you want to marry her? I say you're well on your way."
"Really?" I countered, overjoyed inside with those words.
"You two ready to go?" Alexa asked once reaching the table,
her smile bright and beaming. "I'm stuffed!" She stepped closer,
leaving just a sliver of space between us, and touched my wrist.
"I can't wait until we get to your home in Lake Quivira, Jeremy,
so I can show you exactly just HOW MUCH I've missed you today..."
Merissa laughed. "And THIS is where I go back to the dorm!"
* * *
My brand new, powerful _BMW K1600GT_ motorcycle snaked slowly
along the quaint, friendly street of the Lake Quivira neighborhood
where I had resided for the past seven years. Riding beneath the
canopy of trees that arced overhead felt reassuring, therapeutic
even, and the air was indeed chilly. I was glad that I had talked
Alexa into changing out of her cheerleading uniform into something
much warmer and better suited for a motorcycle ride at night.
Safety and keeping my eyes on the road at all times while on
the expressway was my number one priority, of course, but I had
plenty of time to think during the 30 mile trip from Lawrence that
I was doing the right thing with Alexa, going about this the right
way. Merissa's encouraging words only reinforced my feelings.
Still, there would be times when I'd have to hold back, and watch
what I say. I could not go full bore just yet, though I wanted to.
I saw visions of Alexa in a beautiful church cathedral, wearing
a truly exquisite and lavish bridal gown, exchanging her marital
vows with me one day. Hopefully soon. Oh, I wanted that so much.
I wanted to come home every single day for the rest of my life to
Alexa's smiling, angelic face, and her good nature. I foresaw the
two of us, in the years to come, laughing and having fun with our
children. Four seemed like a good number to have, but I'd give
Alexa 20 if she wanted. All she had to do was ask.
Yet I was old and wise enough to realize that the path to
eternal marital bliss was not something which was just going to
happen. Alexa and I would have to work hard at it, of course, and
there would be many challenges and obstacles (some of which were
bound to be unfavorable) along the way. I was fine with that.
Not only that, but I was prepared for it, too.
Alexa and I were two different people, obviously from two vastly
different walks of life, and different generations, even. The age
gap was always the elephant in the room for us. A lot of people
thought that our relationship wasn't logical. Many of them viewed
it as not practical. My own brother even said it wasn't realistic.
We had no chance, Hudson claimed, of anything long-term.
But by God, there was something inside of me saying _We can do
this,_ and I was damn sure willing to listen to it.
I pulled into the driveway of my suburban home and parked where
the pavement dipped to the left, a short jaunt from the front door,
in the grass. While I helped Alexa off of the motorcycle and set
our helmets down, I tried not to concentrate on the visions of the
past suddenly rushing through my mind, causing my pulse to quicken.
Unfortunately, I was having another one of my flashbacks. Why now?
This was the absolute worst time to have one. Again, why did it
have to be now? Was it because I was thinking so much about Alexa
and the possibilities of our future together? Marrying her?
I was at this point one other time in my life too, you know.
"That was another awesome ride! I LOVE that motorcycle!"
Alexa looked around and I knew she could not see the unfamiliar,
suspicious car parked in the driveway - as I did on that fateful
afternoon six years prior in 2004 - and she surely would not think
anything of the light emanating from the bedroom window upstairs.
Or the noises, faint as they were from this distance, coming from
it. Alexa did not feel the dual burn of jealousy and rage as I'd
rushed into the house. She did not sense the pungent smell of
another man, a stranger, and - as I massaged my wrist - I knew her
heart was not racing as mine was, the same way on the afternoon
when I caught my ex-fiancee, Suzi, carrying on with another man. In
this very house; the house I had basically bought with her in mind.
In our own bed. MY bed.
Alexa would not scream and feel overly sick to her stomach upon
finding them together, as I did, and she wouldn't feel the sharp
glass of the antique lamp I punched and shattered carving a path
through my wrist, almost to the bone, after I demanded Suzi and
what's-his-name leave my house and never come back. I rubbed the
thick, rough scar, feeling the pain anew. Alexa would never know
the torture of that exact moment when I realized that, due to Suzi's
infidelity, our engagement was off. Its heartbeat ceased. And there
was absolutely no way that Alexa would ever put the pieces together
and realize that in the blink of an eye, my own heart stopped
beating that day too - until she appeared in my life this past June.
I looked at Alexa's friendly, vivacious eyes and folded her
into my arms. Her heart beat strong and true against mine. I
had demons from the past, yes, but I wanted to move beyond them and
focus on the future. Others often wondered why I chose to continue
to live in this house with that painful memory from six years ago
still so fresh in my mind. Why not find a new home to live in?
But I loved Lake Quivira and, more specifically, this old house.
Why move away? Something about it drew me in, and simply would not
let me leave. I got rid of that bed and mattress long ago; bought
new ones. In any event, I wanted to promise my future to Alexa
and Alexa alone, and all of that pain and heartache she was
currently helping me heal from (even if she did not realize it),
and all of the energy that I'd poured into holding onto it would
be redirected. And every moment of every day I would show Alexa
the man I truly believe that I was destined to be since my birth.
Her man.
I had to shrug off these bad memories, these painful flashbacks.
It was time to create some new, happy memories in this house.
Moments later, Alexa balanced her smartphone between her shoulder
and ear as she slipped off her sleek leather jacket in the kitchen,
listening to Mandy [Last Name], another friend of hers from school,
give her the latest update on her floundering love life.
Mandy was very long-winded and her words usually came as slow
as molasses. As Mandy apparently continued to drone on, I admired
Alexa in her simple white house and faded, stonewashed jeans, yet
recalled the cheerleading outfit. She had clearly wanted to wear it
to my home tonight with hopes of torturing me as much as I had
tortured her throughout the day. The end goal was to make love
tonight, and every time I thought about Alexa lying beneath me, my
body ignited. I had been absolutely STARVING for her all day, and
the overzealous text messages I sent to her had only amped up my
anticipation. _Nix the panties tonight so I can properly tease
you at dinner._ That idea was quickly shot down, as Alexa was
not the type of girl to be that bold and provocative in public.
Honestly, I was glad she wasn't. I would not like her as much.
Alexa had texted me right before I left the house earlier -
_How does Papa Keno's sound for tonight?_ _Maybe we could properly
christen one of the private booths there,_ I responded, again
teasing her. That text had scrambled my brain just enough to make
me fumble with my phone as I received an immediate answer from her.
_Ur bad. Can we ask Merissa to join us? Fucktard is out of town
until tomorrow and I don't want her to spend the whole night alone._
Needless to say, Alexa did not have a very high opinion of
Merissa's boyfriend, Grayson. I think she honestly hated him. He
was quite gruff, surly. Just exactly what did Merissa see in him?
Could her life really be happy with someone so terse and angry?
I thought about my own life as I stood there and watched Alexa. I
was a completely different person than I was when she and I first met
three-and-a-half months ago. I'd been overworked, overly attached
to my medical research, and overly _alone_. But was I actually
lonely? How could I be lonely when I had no one to miss? I
certainly did not want Suzi back in my life. Like, ever. Nowadays,
I felt a different type of loneliness. It was the feeling that came
over me in the hours when Alexa and I were apart. But it wasn't a
negative feeling. Missing Alexa was a good feeling, as those
several hours apart made our nightly reunions that much sweeter.
I soon grew weary of waiting for Alexa to end her telephone call
with Mandy. Seeing her in the cheerleader outfit (and knowing she
wanted to model it for me toight) earlier in her dorm room had
brought forth enough temptation to last me through the end of the
year. Finally giving in and acting on impulse, I stepped into the
kitchen and made a bold move toward my girlfriend. Alexa held up a
single, solitary finger, indicating she would be off in a second.
"Why don't you just ask Caleb out?" she said into her smartphone.
I eyed Alexa lasciviously, earning a full-body shudder. My gaze
then turned volcanic and my actions predatory, as I circled and
then wrapped my arms around her from behind. When I nibbled on
her neck, Alexa's entire body jerked and flinched. Mandy must have
still been rambling on about her private struggles, and every
second my mouth was on Alexa's neck chipped away at her resolve.
I knelt down and disposed of her brown boots one at a time, then
slid back up and began sucking on her neck again.
"Mandy," she said a little too breathlessly. "I have to go,
but text me what you decide to do. I'll always be here for you."
After ending the call, Alexa turned in my arms. Hot, bothered and
suddenly in desperate need of me, she crashed her mouth over my
wicked grin and even grabbed my backside with both hands.
"That was SO NOT FAIR," she complained between kisses.
"I was quiet. Mandy had no idea." I sealed my lips over hers
and took the 19-year-old goddess in an increasingly demanding kiss.
"Missed you so much today. Love you so much." I kissed and nipped
and sucked Alexa's lower lip into my hungry mouth.
"Jeremy," she panted out, pressing her torso against my hard,
pulsating shaft. Yes, I had an erection. And a raging one at
that. "God, I'm so addicted to you."
"I thought about you all day." I undid her belt and got rid of
it, then began peeling those skintight, saucy jeans straight down
her slender hips and thighs. With the garment now at her feet, I
slipped my right hand underneath the waistband of her little,
white panties. "These HAVE to go, Lexi. There is no question."
"Not fair again! What if I want you naked first?"
Yet my grin turned sinful, and my mind was already made up.
With one hard yank I pulled the material downward, pooling her
panties upon the floor with her jeans, and Alexa came undone. I
could be so virile when in the mood, so demanding, but I also
strived to be giving at the same time. I wanted Alexa to enjoy
her time with me even more than I did with her. I sank to my knees
and swiftly covered Alexa's indelible, little pussy with my mouth.
"OHMIGOD!" she screeched out as I feasted on her.
Alexa rocked against my mouth. My tongue invaded her hard,
then soft, then maddeningly intense again, taking her up, up, up.
Just when an orgasm was within reach, I rose to my feet, undid my
own jeans and, after blindly slipping a condom on, I slammed my cock
into her from behind. Alexa cried out, consumed with pleasure as
my much larger, thicker hips pounded against hers. Alexa smelled
like sex and, in the two-plus weeks we had been experimenting and
playing together, I had learned that she enjoyed things a little
rough. I grabbed her gorgeous ass, lifting her higher, pinning
her against the refrigerator door. Using it for added leverage
and stability, I thrusted into her even harder from behind.
"I'm going co cum! Cum with me," she begged.
"Oh, baby. I'm right there with you." I claimed the back of
Alexa's neck in another blistering kiss and then we both spiraled
over the edge, out of control but clinging together, panting and
pleading in unison as our bodies convulsed in utter delight.
She collapsed between the refrigerator and me. "Jeremy..."
"I've got you," I whispered, holding her body up. She felt
light as a feather in the aftermath of our quick, frantic coupling.
When Alexa lifted her head, she leaned against the refrigerator
door fully and jaunted her little ass even further against me.
She then glanced back over her shoulder and her expression seemed
so full of equal parts desire and love, I had an internal reaction
of my own to it. "What have you done to me these past few months?"
"I don't know," I said in response, but again, wanting to be
honest. "All I know is that you've become my everything."
Alexa's mouth dropped open but she stayed silent, so I kissed
her again, very slow and tender.
"You don't have to say it back. I just want you to know how I
feel, Lexi. I've never felt this way about someone before. Ever."
Setting her upon her feet, I led Alexa upstairs toward the
master bedroom as if I hadn't just bared my heart and soul to her.
"Jeremy, wait." She stopped walking. I turned and noticed
that Alexa was wide-eyed, seemingly staggered. "You can't say
something like that and then act like you just told me you like
my dress, and carry on as if it was nothing."
"I do like your dress." I pulled her in close and nuzzled her
neck. "Or, more specifically, your cheerleader outfits." I
grinned, then turned to walk away.
"Stop!" she said with a laugh. "My insides are going a million
miles per hour. This isn't fair."
"We can take care of that in the shower." My seductive tone
informed Alexa that I was not done with her yet, and I could tell
that she was just fine with that. "I seem to recall promising you
a full-body massage and rubdown when we were with Merissa earlier.
Do you honestly believe that I would forget such a promise?"
Again, I made a motion to step away.
"Jeremy!" She grabbed my forearm, stopping me in my tracks.
"Don't you want to know that I'm - I'm not going to say scared,
but maybe... intimidated, OVERWHELMED - by how I'm falling for
you so fast, too? Everything is happening SO FAST between us!"
"Alexandra," I said in a husky voice, using her actual, given
name for added effect. I framed her face with both hands and
connected my thumbs together beneath her chin. "Yes, I want to
hear that you're falling for me more than I want to hear anything
else in the world. But I don't want you to feel as if you have
to tell me. I know you're young and this may seem very, very
overwhelming. Slow down. I'm not going to put any pressure on
you at all for anything. I'm willing to wait. Trust me, I'm not
going anywhere." My eyes turned serious. "You're trembling."
"I know." Alexa fanned her face, looking frightened and hot
and happier than I had ever seen her before.
"Are you actually scared? We can dial back our relationship a
bit if you want, tone it down some, if it would make you more
comfortable. I don't want to, Lexi. But I will if you want to.
I just want you to be happy, and 100 percent comfortable." The
last thing I wanted to do, of course, was to scare her off. I
was more than willing to slow down if she felt it was necessary.
"I don't want to dial back, Jeremy. I want to ramp it up even
more." When Alexa leaned into me and her lithe, slender arms
cocooned my torso, I smiled and breathed a huge sigh of relief.
And felt ridiculously overjoyed at the same time.
* * *
I awoke Saturday morning to Alexa's sweet, timid murmur. She
lay curled against me naked and sound asleep. We had a heavy
blanket over top of us, too, up to our necks. Last night was
incredible and, after a seemingly countless number of dual orgasms,
Alexa and I cuddled together and eventually drifted off to sleep.
We were going out shopping later this morning, and then tomorrow I
would kick back and watch NFL football with Bob - Alexa's father -
while she and her mother spent time together at their family home
in Overland Park. The Chiefs were off to a solid 3-0 start, but
tomorrow's big game would be a massive test, having to play against
Peyton Manning and the Colts in Indianapolis.
At first I was a bit nervous being introduced to Bob and
Angela - I was actually older than both of them - but they had
been so nice and accommodating to me since day one, whatever
fears I had quickly vanished. Taking Alexa to her old home in
Overland Park and watching the Chiefs' game on television with
Bob was becoming a Sunday past-time of its own for me. For us.
Above all else, I hoped that Bob and Angela realized that my
thoughts for their daughter were pure, and genuine. I did not
have a secret agenda in mind, and I would never hurt her.
My eyes moved over the dimly-lit bedroom to my dresser, where
Alexa's perfume and several pieces of jewelry had taken up
residence. I'd cleaned out a drawer and offered it to her
earlier in the week. It was a knee-jerk reaction on my part,
and after refusing at first, three days later Alexa opened that
empty drawer and filled it with a few of her outfits. I smiled
to myself, wondering if that simple move somehow brought us even
closer together. I hoped it did. I instinctively pulled Alexa
tighter against me, wanting her to take up more of my life than
one drawer and a little dresser space.
She turned, bleary-eyed and gorgeous. "Hi. Why are you awake?"
I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I don't know. Sorry I
woke you. Go back to sleep. It's not even six o'clock yet."
Her fingers moved in slow circles along my bare chest and she
settled against me with a sleepy sigh. "Thinking about the
favor I asked for last night? You showing me some pictures of
your cousin Brooke, and telling me more about her?"
I winced. "A little." I had first spoke to Alexa of Brooke, a
cousin of mine who died from leukemia when we were both 12 all the
way back in 1986, two nights ago. Brooke was a touchy subject with
me, and her death was something I did not enjoy revisiting.
"Want to talk about it?" Alexa pressed her lips to my chest
and lovingly nuzzled them there.
"Nah, go back to sleep. I was also thinking about you."
"Dirty things?"
I heard the smile in her voice. "Always, and long-term things."
Her fingers stopped and I covered them with my hand. Dammit, I
said inwardly. I still needed to watch myself. I could not even
hold the talk of commitment back for 30 seconds after she had first
woke up. "Go back to sleep, Lexi. We had a long night."
She tilted her face up toward me. "Now? After you said THAT?"
Alexa pushed up on her elbow. "What kind of long-term things?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
She shook her head. "Don't shrug your shoulders like that at
me, buster. You always know WHY you say things. You speak from
your heart. You, my dear Jeremy, have no filter. Now fess up!"
"You think you know me." I gently swept Alexa beneath me and
gazed into her blue eyes, which were now vibrant and alert.
"I DO know you," she said with extreme confidence.
"I was just thinking about how I want you in my life more.
Like, permanently, you know."
"We're together six, seven nights a week," she reminded me.
"I stay with you here in Lake Quivira every weekend."
"I know. Don't worry; I'm not asking you to marry me." Yet.
"I'm just saying that I want more of you in my life. That's all."
"Way to woo a girl," she teased.
I realized that, even if Alexa did not want to slow down, but
otherwise continue at this breakneck speed in our relationship, she
was not ready for a proposal. Alexa probably would run scared if
I went in that direction this early, and that was okay. I simply
had my marriage proposal speech tucked away within me, and was
content biding my time until she was ready for it.
I laced my fingers with hers, settling them behind her head,
and kissed my way down Alexa's neck, along her warm, languid skin
to her bare breasts. "I think I know how to WOO you just fine."
She arched high off of the bed, willing me toward her right
nipple. "I don't know about that. I still haven't seen the
fireworks that are supposed to go off overhead when you're with
the one person in the world that you're destined to be with."
I slicked my tongue over the taut peak. "You've seen the
fireworks, Lexi. Many, many times. Fourth of July style."
She looked up at the ceiling as if she were mired deep in
concentration. "I don't seem to recall them..."
"Fireworks, huh?" I knew she was teasing me, but I could use
this to my advantage. "You want fireworks? Sometimes you have
to give up control to reach new heights." I sucked her nipple
into my mouth and she gasped, then moaned deliciously, urgently
straining against my hands. "You really want fireworks, baby?"
I moved up her body and brought both hands over her head,
holding them in one of mine, and filled my free hand with a
taut, smallish breast as I moved my mouth over hers.
"No answer?"
She tried to lift her hands off of the mattress, but I would
not allow her. My grip was too strong, too powerful.
"I'll never hurt you, Lexi, or make you do something you do
not want to. Do you want me to set you free, or do you want to
lose control? Do you want fireworks?" I flattened my hand along
her rib cage and moved it slowly down to her waist, lingering on
those subtle curves, before sliding lower and placing it upon her
outer thigh. My hips were nestled between hers, the head of my
cock resting against her tight, slick center.
It was divine torture. For both of us, I'm certain.
"I want you," she said, squirming, arching off the mattress.
The possibility of Alexa trusting me enough, giving me total
and complete control over her, electrified my senses.
"I always see fireworks when I'm with you," came her admission
as she breathed deeper, harder, licking her lips in anticipation.
"I want you to trust me enough to give me COMPLETE control,
sweetheart." I released her hands, and when she reached for me,
I again captured her wrists and brought them over her head,
wrapping her fingers around the wooden slats in the headboard.
Alexa's eyes widened and nearly exploded.
"Think you can hold onto that for me?"
She trapped her lower lip upon her teeth, but I kissed it free.
"I can stop..."
"No!" she said quickly. "But I haven't... I've never been..."
"Tied up?" I asked gently. I very vividly recall Alexa telling
me two nights ago that she was, perhaps, not against the idea of
experimenting with silk ties in the privacy of my bedroom with me.
Yet I also knew that she was probably not thinking clearly enough
to remember saying those naughty words at this point in time. But
me? It was something that I will never forget.
"I don't want to tie you up, Lexi. I don't want to frighten you
in any possible way. I just want you to hold onto that headboard
for me with both hands - nice and tight - LIKE you are tied up, and
simply let me pleasure you. I promise, you'll like it."
Alexa closed her eyes and my mouth came down gently over hers.
She opened eagerly for me, our tongues dancing with an urgent,
feverish need for more. She rocked against my erection, like a
chained submissive in heat with her fingers curled around the
headboard above her, and the mere image drove me out of my mind.
I was not going to propose to her, but I placed my mouth next
to her ear and decided on telling her the rest of the truth, what
I think she needed to hear. "I want all of you, Lexi. Your body,
your mind, especially your heart." I felt her stiffen beneath me.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'll never hurt you or make you regret
ever being with me. You can trust me. I have no secrets from you.
Everything I do from now on, I want to do it for you."
I closed my eyes, feeling the frantic beat of her heart against
mine and waiting for her breathing to calm enough so that I could
be certain she heard me, and took all of that in. Merissa told me
to keep doing what I had been doing with her, right? Yet I chose
not to lift up and gaze into Alexa's eyes, because I did not want
to pressure her any more than I already had. I pecked a kiss on
Alexa's cheek and gently lowered her hands from above her head,
careful to avoid her eyes. I wanted her to make the next move...
"What do you want, honey? Tell me. Show me."
Alexa lifted shaky hands above her head and again curled her
fingers around the smooth, wooden slats.
My insides fluttered at the thought of her handing over the
reins to me, and when I lowered my mouth to Alexa's, I drank in
the sweetness of her kiss. I lingered on her mouth, placing angel
kisses over her lips, my insides burning and aching for more.
I shrugged the blanket away and rose onto my knees between her
legs. Alexa audibly gasped at the sight of me watching her, her
own eyes traveling the length of my chest down the center of
my abdomen to my hard, eager cock, pointing out straight, proud.
Alexa's thighs instinctively nudged against my legs, her hands
still (seemingly) bound to the headboard. My own eyes drifted
upward, burning a hot laser trail from her pussy, to her heaving
breasts, and then focused on her mouth.
"I love your mouth," I whispered. "It's so pretty." My hands
hung tensely by my sides, my fingers curling, my biceps flexing.
I was savoring every second of this visual feast. Alexa was,
without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes
upon. My gaze ventured lower again, admiring her breasts.
I licked my lips, the air pulsing with anticipation, and when
my eyes went from her flat belly to her pussy, Alexa groaned and
desire just seemed to surge through her. She again bit her lower
lip, this time trying to suppress some of the sound.
I sank back on my heels and traced my fingertips lightly along
the outside of her thighs. "Are you okay, Lexi?"
Her body was humming and when she opened her mouth to respond,
all that came out was a little whimper. I placed my hands over
her legs, spreading them further apart. Her inner thighs were
wet and, as I came down over Alexa, I rubbed my hard length along
her center and brought my mouth to hers, barely brushing it.
"Still with me?"
She nodded. "I want to kiss you."
"You're going to have to wait to do that," I said with more
control than tenderness. Moving over her body, I straddled Alexa's
waist and brought my mouth to her wrists. My chest moved down
beside her face and my tongue slicked over the inside of first one
wrist, then the other. She tightened her fingers around the
headboard, clearly wanting more, desperately lifting her head and
even flicking her tongue over my own nipple.
I groaned and lowered my chest further, letting Alexa have her
carnal way. She sucked it ravenously and I made a low, growling
sound of appreciation in the back of my throat. She increased her
efforts, sucking and licking, and tried to move to the other
nipple. But I shifted, snaking my tongue down the underside of her
left arm, then sucking on the point of her elbow. Her hips rose
off the mattress, an electric shock of heat on her face.
"Jeremy!" she cried out. "PLEASE!"
In the blink of an eye I claimed her mouth, kissing her hard
and sending my own senses careening out of control. She clung so
tightly to the wood and shifted up on the mattress, but just as
quickly, I released her mouth. Before Alexa could catch her
breath and collect her wits, I was between her thighs and holding
them open, feasting on her pussy, swiping at her with my tongue
and rousing sensations in her that she did not know even existed.
Talk about no filter; noises streamed uncontrollably from her lips.
I felt so fortunate with Alexa lying open to me, for me, giving
herself over like this. Her arms and legs shuddered and desire
radiated outward from her chest, from between her thighs, where
she throbbed, swollen and wet, as I had my way with her.
Alexa tried to rise off the mattress but my grip was again way
too tight. When I spread my hands over her inner thighs, I used
my thumb to prod her while my tongue stroked her wetness. And
with one final, thorough lick, Alexa erupted in a sea of pleasure.
Her body went totally limp against the mattress but I was right
there, my mouth on hers, allowing her to taste her own arousal and
release. Alexa was shaking all over and when I unfurled her fingers
from the headboard, they must have ached, because she rubbed them.
I gathered Alexa against me, cradling her body in my lap as I gently
caressed her back and ran my fingers throughout her silky blonde
hair. Then I massaged her arms, her wrists, her fingers.
"You're so special, Lexi," I murmured against her cheek. "Oh,
you're so special. An angel. MY angel. I love you... fully."
"More," she whispered in a trembling breath.
I tipped Alexa's chin up and kissed her deeply, causing a new
round of tidal waves to crash all around us. And then I laid her
on her belly with her arms by her sides and lavished her with
kisses, leaving no speck of skin untouched. When I lifted Alexa's
hips and ran my tongue along the curve of her ass, she whined out
in pure desire and let her chest fall to the mattress. My fingers
probed her pussy and my tongue lapped away at her left asscheek.
Could a person actually pass out from sheer bliss? I could have
used Alexa's relinquishing of control for my own gratification,
my own selfish needs, but I stayed solely focused on her.
When I brought my heavy, hard chest down to her back, I leaned
toward Alexa's ear and whispered, "Still with me, Miss America?"
I clearly had her floating on cloud nine right now and she could
barely move, but managed to nod her head regardless. All of this
was new to her. Just two weeks ago, she was still a virgin.
I angled my hips and nudged my cock against her backside. I
could have taken Alexa from behind like this if I wanted, in the
ass, and I was sure that she would have given me every inch of
herself. But I wanted to be the compassionate, caring lover (and
man) that she deserved, and I was not going down that lewd road
without first talking to her about it and seeking her approval.
Once I slid my arms beneath her, holding her across her chest
with one and finding her sweet spot with the other, Alexa seemed
to drown in a torrent of elicit, maddening sensations. She
actually had ANOTHER orgasm, right then and there, and it seemed
to throb on and on. When it finally ceased, I cupped her breasts
with both hands and sucked on the back of her neck. My hard shaft
rubbed against the upper portion of her ass, at its crease, along
her tailbone. I cannot stress how amazing it felt to have my
testicles gliding upon the sweet contours, the curve, of that ass.
And when I squeezed Alexa's nipples, she orgasmed again.
Wow.
Only then did I roll Alexa onto her back, take her into my arms
and make love to her as I gazed into her eyes. I took my time,
moving slowly and carefully, angling my hips in all the right ways
to make her lose herself again and again. I was lost in the love
of Alexa's blue eyes, the devotion they conveyed, shining up at me.
When I drew her mouth to mine, I knew, in every inch of our
connected bodies, how incredibly RIGHT Alexa and I were together.
Alexa lay safe and warm within my arms in the aftermath as I
listened to the even cadence of her breathing. Deep in my soul,
I sensed the ghosts of my past - the demons - were starting to fade
away. They were no match for the feelings that I had for Alexa.
"Jeremy," she whispered.
"What, honey?"
"I want more of you in my life, too."
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