Anyone interested?

Anyone Interested?
She lay wide awake even though her eyes were closed. She wished she could sleep although she didnt actually didnt feel tired. She lay a few extra minutes hoping that within a few seconds sleep wash over her but to no prevail. She stood up in her dark room and picked her discarded night shirt up slipping into and put the light on as the curtains werent drawn and opened her book and started reading as if that would help. Oh boy did she read, her book lay finished on her bedside table and yet she wasnt tired, sleepy, nothing and gave up completely. She opened her door and padded barefoot to the bathroom, closing the door and turning the taps so that a warm spray brought a satisfied smile to her lips. She pulled her night shirt over her head and dropped it into the laundry basket, stepping into the shower cubicle and tilted her face towards the shower head letting the spray fall onto her face and down her body. She picked her shampoo bottle and lathered her hair and then rinsing it. She did the same with the conditioner and rinsed that out too only to pick her bath sponge up, and applying shower gel to it and lathering herself. As she stood under the spray rinsing herself she remembered what it felt like to have a lovers hand roam over her body. All though she couldnt say that, could she? She had no actual lover. Hadnt taken one since two years ago when he dumped her over a damned stupid misunderstanding but also who would find her attractive. She was fat, plain and simple, short and sweet. No need covering it up with words such: big boned, diet doesnt work for me, and such bullsh*t, oh no. She didnt try because she knew by the looks that walk around these days that if you had a small waist, gigantic in-your-face-boobs were the fashion and not to mention the males anatomy that were eight inches and six packs that were as hard as granite, and fat people had no right in this world. Thats what she thought everyone thought and so she believed it as is. Serena shook her head, it was hopeless. She turned the taps off and opened the shower door, taking the towel on the rail next to the shower and started drying herself. Once dried, she wrapped her hair in a smaller dry towel and padded back to her room closing the door behind her and also tilted her head slightly to check the time 03:40am on Saturday, according to the bedside clock radio. She loved sleeping and didnt have trouble sleeping but just dozing off and waking up when a damned noise drifted to her ears was damn irritating. She lived with her father in a complex of twenty-six. A very cute guy lived behind her in twenty and he worked out with his, um, partner. She couldnt work out if it were his sister or live in girlfriend or maybe his niece, either way, he was cute and even if he were available she doubted he would go for her, she was fat with a capital F. Then there was the skinny, slightly built forearms but cute-in-a-way guy who lived in front of her in number three and who currently had his light on and indeed giving his head stick, blood perverted man. She could make out a motion picture on his computer. She blushed, even though she didnt do anything embarrassing but she felt her face warm and her ears glow. She loved the duplex complex but her father struggled with the stairs but she had an advantage, looking out over the parking lot. A lot happened, such as fights and oh boy there had been a fight a while back. Words were very audible from a very angry but very drunk man towards a woman. Serena cringed at the thought that a man could rant and rave like that towards women. Such men didnt deserve women in their lives if they acted like blind, insensitive jerks. She got dressed in her home clothes, and slipped her feet into her slippers and headed downstairs with the towel still wrapped around her head and made herself a cup of steaming hot coffee and going back upstairs to see the guy still yanking it like a monkey in a mango tree. She laughed and as she did she remembered watching a hilarious episode of Two and a Half Men where that phrase was said. Her father had laughed almost as hard as she had. They nearly wet themselves from laughing. Another episode that she loved was the one with the phrase, Blow it out your ass. Serena couldnt control herself but flopped onto her bed, buried her face into her pillows and laughed till she cramped. She eventually stopped laughing and pushed herself into a sitting position and picked her mug up to take a sip. She took another sip but heard a faint click outside but she made no move to check it out. She stood up though to switch her laptop on and sat in front of it waiting for it warm up. She took another sip as another click found its way to her ears. She looked out the window and saw the damn kid standing mere feet from the front door. What the hell? She ignored him and sat down by her laptop again and clicked her way to her games and started playing solitaire but heard the click again. She exited the game, shut her laptop down and taking her coffee and went downstairs. She unlocked the front door and saw him standing there, smiling too. Oh, he was proud all right at getting her attention. What the hell? Do you know what time it is you little punk? she snapped although she did quietly to not wake her dad. Yup, I know but I couldnt sleep. I saw your light was on, saw you come back in with a cup of something. I wondered, dont you want to join me with my kitten. Im terribly bored and so is my sisters kitten and you looked bored too. What do you say? he asked her. Well now, can you imagine someone wanting attention from her even though he was a teen and duh, still in school. Come on. I gathered youre not something intimate with whoever that man is, he said smiling up at her. How did you come to that conclusion? she asked him. Because, if you and the man you live with were intimate then you two would be sharing a couch. Secondly, a while back I saw him kiss your cheek. I presumed he was kissing you goodnight and left your room, he finished. He came closer and she saw the kitten in his hands. Can I? she asked him, putting her mug down and extending her hand. Open up, please, he said but she noted how there was a slight plea in his voice. She drew her hand back only to pick the keys up and unlock the security gate. She stepped back and let him through. Coffee? she offered and he nodded. She sensed him follow her into the kitchen and asked if he took sugar and milk and once they had their coffees they headed back to the living area and he handed the kitten over to her. She scratched the kitten behind its ears. Whats the kittens name? she asked then. My sister called her Twinkles. Its corny but I guess it suits a cat, he laughed but thankfully silently. So, who is he? he asked still with a smile playing about his lips. Full lips for a teen she thought. My father, she replied. I do believe we dont know each others name. Im Serena, she introduced. Jacob van Den Berg. Pleased to meet you, he said extending his arm. She took his hand and was unprepared for the jolt that went up her arm and down her spine to her small toe from a handshake with a teen. He had felt it too because he had flinched as she had. How old are you? she asked and regretted it once it was out but she just needed to know. Im seventeen. Would it be bad to talk to someone older than me? he asked and she noticed he was interested and that never happened with her. Im not old. Im twenty-two. Twenty-three in October, she said with a matter-of-fact air. He nodded. He mentioned that he was turning eighteen in November. So whats a five year difference between them, its not as if anything would happen after tonight. He was still in school and pathetically, she was looking for a job close by to walk to as she couldnt and wouldnt drive after the accident. Fat, jobless, single and staying with her father at age twenty-two, how utterly, pathetic she was.
They passed the few hours till the sun started coming up talking and joking and laughing and she hoped that they hadnt woken her father, but wonderfully so, he had slept on. They spoke about nothing important to something slightly important to him offloading about his parents and family and how they werent as close anymore, to her offloading on him about everything. She had been near to tears twice and she had controlled them but as she spoke about her own pathetic life she felt the first tear fall over her cheek and knew right there and then she was going to break down in front of a teen but he was there beside her. The kitten was asleep on the armchair and they had sat on the longer couch, deciding that the two-seater was too in-your-space. But he had moved close to her and wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against him, rubbing his hand over her back, soothing the tornado that had broken free inside. She couldnt believe it for a moment but weirdly, strangely enough, she felt safe, protected in his arms and blood hell, he was just a seventeen, correction, eighteen year old man, skinny but sh*t, she was different, she didnt go for looks and why the blood blue devil was she seeing them as something. It would never happen, ever. She was being delusional. She pushed away from him but despite him being skinny and young his chest felt too hard for that of a teen but then again she didnt know much about anything so it could be possible he was trying to work out. Hmm, a thought occurred to her and maybe, just maybe he could help her. You work out? she queried and watched him nod. She smiled. Dont kid me. You really work out? she asked her smile fading. Yep, I go workout at Virgin Active about a kilo from here. Im a member there. This is my fourth month. Hey, why not join me? he asked. He had voiced her thoughts and God she was going to take it but how. I would love to join you but I cant. I- he stilled her moving lips with his but then pulled back as quickly as he had lowered his head. Ill pay for you for the time being, he said. A teen merely brushed his lips over hers. She was still trying to absorb that bit and nothing else. Why did you do that? she asked. Well you have no job, no money and Ill happily pay for you until something comes up financially for you. I can very well afford to pay for you if you never get a job too, although I will help if you really want- She stopped him by waving her hand. No, why did you do that before talking? she said. She couldnt have said it loudly enough because it sounded like a blood whisper and doubted he heard and was about to ask it again when he did it again but this time his kiss lingered on her lips coaxing her lips with his tongue and bit gently on her bottom lip. Seventeen or not, this young man certainly knew how to kiss. She couldnt remember having a kiss such as this with her jerk-head thirty-six year old ex. She parted her lips and felt his tongue slide past her slightly parted lips, feeling his tongue against hers and she forgot what time it was, forgot where she was as he pulled her body hard against his, deepening the kiss. It must have only been seconds but it felt like hours that they had been kissing for until they jumped from each other as someone cleared their throat. She looked up and saw her father standing at the bottom of the stairs. Um, daddy, uh, this is Jacob. Jacob, my dad Fred, she introduced the two men. They shook hands and she could actually see the challenge being accepted glow in their eyes. Accept a challenge, what challenge and what this challenge would contain, she wondered. They let go and Jacob turned to look at her, smiling. Can we quickly talk? he asked. She nodded then turned to lift the sleeping kitten up. They went outside and walked to his place. Look, I know what you saw and dont think for a moment Im going to sit still and watch how your father talks about me and being too young for you. Whatever may come, I can handle it and I would love very much to handle it. I have stopped thinking about you since we met how long ago trying to find this damned roaming kitten. I dont make it a habit to beg but I will if it means we can have a try at this, please? Wow, wow, and oh damn wow. You know guys usually run when they first see me. Are you serious? I mean, I just dont want to disappoint you, she said rather breathlessly. He nodded as he said, I didnt run from you when we first met. Yes, I am serious, deadly so. You see me laughing? No. And I doubt youll disappoint me. Lets do this, well take it at your pace. Sound good? All she could do was nod. This young man was actually serious. O-um, okay, she stammered. He bent his head and pressed a kiss to her already parched lips, attached to a parched mouth and throat that didnt want to work all that well at the moment.

Five months, a week, two days, four hours, twenty-three minutes and four seconds later she mused as she waited for him to emerge so they could go work out in his car. She felt insanely happy. She had proved her own father wrong at every turn. Jacob had proved his family wrong at every turn too. And they were deliriously happy. They hadnt shared a night together but thats how she wanted it. She wanted to know if what he said were true. The time she spent with him was a lot. At the gym, he stood next to her, monitoring her himself as she jogged on the treadmill. He sat on a stood when she used her legs with weights. She had wonderfully, ecstatically lost all her weight, her muscles somewhat toned, her skin flawless as he had worked out a wonderful diet that they cheated on once in a while with a pizza or burger and chips and a milkshake. She loved his company; easy, trusting and very comfortable. Just last weekend they had spent time down at the cost in his familys beach house and had nagged her to buy a black bikini at the stalls on the road alongside the beach. They had went back to the beach house after browsing the stalls and snacked on a fries with cheese and chives sauce. He had even kissed a smudge of sauce from the corner of her mouth which he deliberately moved in when her lips parted and kissed her thoroughly. It had been amazing. She had washed the bikini and then once it was dried put it on. He had whistled when she had come out of the bathroom. He had touched her, spanning his big hands on her hips, caressing her, moving them over her waist and stomach. Oh, she wanted to ask him to make love to her but something told her not to and had seen the disappointment in his eyes even though he had smiled and told her that she looked beautiful. She had been offered a job as assistant to PA and was enjoying working for her. Bobbie was her name, odd name for a woman but she was nice, calm and wonderful. She had patience and a bucket of it. She showed her how to certain things and Serena had found out that Bobbie was training her to take over her position as she had to leave due to personal reasons and later found out that she had breast cancer and that she was past being helped and that she wanted to spend how many living days she had left with her husband and son and his wife, so Serena had been quite busy but she was going to make it up. With the salary she was getting, she could well afford to spoil Jacob. God but she loved that man. She liked his parents and they said they liked her too and they had actually invited her over for dinner a few times and her father. They all got along very well after proving them all wrong within the first two months. She made sure from her boss that she wasnt needed and with the green light she phoned Jacob asking him if he was going to be busy most of Friday and he had said no. She then went on asking him if they could go out to his familys beach house over the weekend. He had said yes.
They landed forty minutes later at the airport and he drove them to the beach house. The Saturday morning she woke earlier than she wanted to but then again, it was to her advantage. As Jacob slept on she slid out of bed and had a quick shower, brushing her teeth and such and then headed to the kitchen preparing breakfast and at about half past seven she walked back into the bedroom with the tray containing two mugs of steaming coffee, fried eggs, fried onions, fried bacon and tomato and toast. She placed the tray down on the dresser and went to wake him the way he loved to be woken. She kissed his forehead, his temple, his cheek and the tip of his nose. She pulled back and saw him open his eyes. She then lowered her head kissed him biting his lower lip and sliding her tongue through parted lips. He pulled her over him and straddling him she laughed a little. I have breakfast, she said and heard him growl. What sort of breakfast? he asked as she got off him and fetched the tray, placing it between them. She had donned her robe after her shower, knowing full well it was going to be easier than wrestling to take off clothes and such. After they ate, he lay back down. Not this morning love. No jogging, he said. Okay, lets do something else instead of jog. We could, oh I dont know, do something here, she said tracing her hand over his chest. His arms had bunched up nicely from four months ago. He had insisted seriously and also joked at times that he wanted to carry her. He opened his eyes just then. Like what? he asked. She stood up and untied the robes sash from around her waist, letting the gown slide open. Where the living hell is your night shirt? he asked. Suddenly she felt stupid. She pulled the gown over and tied the sash once more. She felt the backs of her eyes sting and forced herself to not lose control. She took the tray and left the bedroom, heading back to the kitchen. She felt a tear slide down her cheek and the floodgates opened. She tried to wash the dishes but instead found herself against the counter, sliding down, crying. She covered her face with her hands and cried as if someone was paying the tears to flow. She felt herself being scooped up into strong arms and wiped her teary eyes and tried to focus on Jacob who was carrying her back to the bedroom. Im sorry. That was insensitive of me. Serena look at me, please sweetheart, he said softly but she refused to listen. Tell me, I go through all the trouble and ten to one you have strayed all ready. Thats why you were shocked. You though I was boring. Go, leave, you want whoever it is you have pocketed, she cried but instead of hearing footfalls she felt his hands at her waist, untying the sash, sliding the gown off her shoulders and down her arms. I have no one else. You are the only one I have and will only want. I love you and Im sorry, he said punctuating each word with kisses from her forehead to earlobe, to collar bone and ended it kissing her lips. She tried push but he wasnt having any of it. She pushed at his chest but he took her hands and laying her against the pillows did he take her hands and pin them above her head still kissing her. He pulled back only to kiss along her jaw and over her throat and kisses and aching nipple, drawing her erect nipple into his mouth and felt him suckle. She arched her back wanting more, needing more. He caressed, and paid much attention to its twin. Her world exploded when he started kissing his way over her body, dipping his tongue into her navel and further down where he took the elastic of her pnty between his teeth and pulled them down just a little and felt his breath feather her curls. She felt his finger slide through her curls and rub over her sensitive flesh. He replaced his thumb with his mouth and suckled just as he had done with her nipple. He carried on suckling her with his mouth while he slid his middle finger into her wet core, felt him pull his finger out and back only to replace his finger with his mouth and tongued her. She was experienced but not this experienced. It felt amazing and didnt want it to be over. She started begging him not to stop. It was just too delicious for words. She cried as her climax washed through her and into him.

He had felt like such an idiot snapping at her like that but he was shocked to see her pull open her robe. He had heard her cry and mentally and emotionally kicked himself. Damn it. And when he had brought her back, she was a jumble of nerves. Damn he loved her and having her writhe and climax under his touch made his heart tighten. They had spoken a lot, done a lot too but not this but this felt good, better than good he had to concede when he looked into her passion glazed eyes. He really did love her and he was going to tell her and enjoyably show her all the time that he meant it. She had been beautiful while she had been overweight and she still was beautiful but now he felt like punching and abusing every man, younger than him, older than him whenever they looked at her. He rolled over her and slowly thrust his erection into her warm, moist core loving the rightness and tightness envelope him, welcoming him. She had done the right thing and asked for slow because this felt incredible, she was incredible. What was more incredible was the fact that she was very responsive to his touch. Even in their months dating, whenever he touched her arm, held her hand, lacing their fingers, he would here or feel her positive reaction. He loved that his touch made her happy and he knew his words, his endearments meant the world over to her. He really, truly, madly, deeply loved this woman who was five years older than him. And he didnt really care about that. He thrust deeper into her flesh, hearing her moan, feeling her nails dig into his shoulders which instead of hurting him only brought him more pleasure. He pushed harder into her hot flesh and felt her heels dig into his b*tt and again, there was no discomfort, just pleasure. She begged for more, begged for him not to stop, and begged him to make love to her faster. He slid a hand between their sweaty bodies and pressed his thumb to her cl*t, feeling himself near to explosion. He just managed to control himself, his release and came with her as her muscles contracted around his s haft. He lowered his head and kissed her as he stilled above her capturing his name that he knew she would scream out. He couldnt help himself and so started pushing into her flesh again, over and over, feeling her muscles tighten once more, feeling her release and then his once more and he felt proud because they had given themselves to each other and then some. He rolled off Serena, pulling her close to him and spooned himself against her and fell asleep.
He woke up to find the bed empty and no sound whatsoever in the bathroom. He got up and picked up his boxers and started walking towards the bedroom door as he stepped into them, pulling them up. The breakfast dishes were washed but stood on the drying rack and they looked dry. He started wondering how long she had been up for. He had walked through the rooms and now stood in the frame of the backdoor and still no sign of her as he scanned the area. He walked back through the house and opened the front door and nothing but something niggled at him. He went through to the bedroom and took off his boxers and grabbed his khaki shorts and a shirt that hung on the back rest of the dressing tables chair. Within minutes he was out the front door and walked over the road to the beach and trying to think which way he should go. He went left towards the dock and couldnt find her anywhere there so he went back the way he had come and went down to the market, hoping to find her at the beach side stalls. He walked around all the stalls and panic started grabbing him from the pit of his stomach. Please Lord, please, he prayed and them bumped into a man and noticed the man wore uniform, that of the police. He took his wallet out and took Serenas picture out. Sorry officer for bumping into you but Im glad I did. Im looking for my girlfriend, he said and showed the officer before carrying on, Have you seen her? he asked. The officer took the picture, tilting his sideways and then straightening his posture, handed the photo back and shook his head. He saw sympathy in the officers eyes. He hadnt realized it but a tear escaped him and when he did, he wiped it away with the back of his hand. He put the picture back into his wallet and into his pocket and started searching once more. This time he left for the stores across the road. Clothing stores, jewelry stores, sweet stores, every damn brick store there was. He was spent and decided to go home and wait for her.
He walked through his door and looked through the house once more. She hadnt come home while he had been away and he felt exhausted but he wouldnt sleep till she came home and if she didnt, well he would just have to phone the police and file her as a missing person and a search party and every-blood-thing that related to trying to find his fianc or at least he had the ring and had wanted to propose to her tonight. Helplessly, he sat on the couch and using the remote put the hi-fi on but that help. He switched it off and then switched the TV on and again that didnt help. He went through to the kitchen to fix a snack up but he couldnt, he wasnt hungry, nothing. I need her, he said aloud as he slammed the fridge door closed. Realization hit him, he hadnt seen her phone when he had been looking for her and went through to the living area, sn*tching his phone and dialing her number.

Serena watched as her phones display showed it was Jacob and answered it knowing she had been very foolish. Hey, she greeted him. What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea how worried I am? No, you damn well dont. I ran through this place, down to the dock, the beach side stalls, the stores, every-damn-where. Only finding out as I relaxed just a little that you had your phone. Are you happy, hmm? Are you blood happy that you almost gave me a damned heart attack? Im coming to fetch you, where are you? he snapped and she deserved it. Im at a museum across the road from the aquarium, she said and then heard the beep as he put the phone down. He was livid she realized. Damn it. How careless could she be? She started heading for the front door of the museum and sat down on a bench under a tree. She looked down at her phone and soon heard cars tires screeching to a halt. She sensed him before his hands grabbed her shoulders, shaking her as he bent down onto his haunches. God, Serena, dont you dare scare me like that ever again. You know how worried I was? he said, only this time she heard the care and love that came from someone worrying. She broke and started crying. Im sorry Jacob. I just wanted to see and I knew you dont like this sort of thing. Im terribly sorry, she said between sobs. She covered her face with her hands, embarrassment coloring her cheeks as she and Jacob knew they were causing a scene and also to cover her weakness from him. He pulled her to him as he moved to sit beside her, holding her, soothing her. Ssh, its ok. Im sorry too for ranting but you really scared me sweets, he soothed over her. He trailed a finger over her jaw and stopped under her chin, lifting her face to look him in the eyes. I love you and I dont want anything to happen to you. I wouldnt be able to see life without you Serena, you should know that, he said calmly. He helped her up and led her to the car, opening the passenger door for her and closing it for her as she got in. He rounded the car and got in and pulled away from the curb, heading back to the beach house.
They walked in minutes later and he scooped her up into his arms taking her through to the bedroom, lying her down on the bed, getting on himself and held her, just for a while. She was tired of crying and fell asleep immediately knowing he was also going to fall asleep. She woke with a start, turning over onto her right side and found him looking at her. Youre beautiful when youre asleep. Peaceful, he said. Im sorry I upset you earlier babes with my carelessness. I know you dont like museums so I thought that while you slept I could go and look around. It wasnt my intention to scare you. Are you mad at me? she asked quietly. He closed the gap between them and kissed her, stroking his tongue over her lips, probing her lips to part for him and she did, feeling his tongue dart into her mouth, caressing her tongue. His hands were on her waist and hips, pulling her closer to his body and felt his arousal. She put her hands on his chest realizing his shirt was off and slid his hands over his chest, stomach and abdomen. Hearing him groan into her mouth did she lower her hands and slipped her hand under the elastic of his shorts and briefs, feeling the mans flesh covered steel length, wrapping her hand around him, stroking him from the tip to the base of his s haft and back up. She fingered the tip feeling moisture build up. Serena, stop. I swear Im going to explode, he huskily ground out as he pulled her hand out from under his pants, drawing them to his lips and kissing her knuckles. He pulled her up into a sitting position and pulled her shirt up over her head, unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor where his shirt and her top were lying. He lowered his head and captured a semi-erect nipple into his mouth and flicked his wet tongue over her nipple. This was their second time and it felt so good having his fingers, lips, and tongue on her heated body. She felt his teeth bite onto her nipple but it wasnt sore, on the contrary, it excited her even more that started writhing beneath him. She arched her back giving herself to him. He trailed kisses to her other breast treating the same while his fingers played over her stomach, tracing her waist and hips, dipping into her navel and back down parting her soft lips, finding her cl*t, rubbing her, while dipping his finger into her wet core. God, she was going crazy. Jacob, I I n-need you. R-right now, now! she stuttered as the pleasure soared through her veins. She grabbed his arms and pushed him off her and straddled him, sliding down and pulling his khaki shorts and briefs down his legs, watching his erection jerk slightly. She stood up and slid her skirt down her legs followed by her pnty and got back onto the bed and lying next to him kissed him, letting him maneuver her, feeling him deepening the kiss. She pulled away only to kiss his jaw line, throat and neck, trailing wet, hungry kisses over his body.
She kissed the tip of his s haft, licked the tip and slid her tongue from the tip to the base of his hardened flesh, relishing the taste of him, hearing him groan. She reached the tip once more and instead of l*cking him more, parted her lips and covered the head of his flesh with her mouth lowering her head as she took him deeper into her mouth, pressing her teeth lightly against him. She felt him thrash beneath her mouth and slid her hands up his body where she felt him grab them from where they rested on his abs. Oh God, Serena, he growled out loud before he let his control slip, tasting every drop of his l*st on her tongue, letting it slide down her throat, conceding he was bitter-sweet and good. He still held her hands but gently pulled her up so that she straddled him and then let her hands go to hold his turgid self, ready as she lowered herself, enveloping his erection, feeling his flesh slide gloriously deeper into her. She slid over his body, feeling his erection slide out and back into her, over and over loving the feeling of being on edge and stopping only to see his face soften and to see wonder in his eyes before starting over again. She just couldnt get enough of him. Every time over the past months of dating had she wanted them to make love but she had wanted slow and she kept by that promise to see if he was IT, if he was Mr. Right and not Mr. Wrong. She loved him, loved him so very much and trusted him with her whole heart. She kept on rocking her hips back and forth, every now and then, she rocked her hips sideways, feeling bold, feeling adventurous with their sex life. And as she rocked her hips from side to side, she would smile as he closed his eyes, groaning that it felt so damn good, begging for her not to stop, to never stop and the best part was that she didnt want to stop but she did, letting the crescendo subside a bit only to start again, causing their love making to last that much longer. But it made her impatient to feel his fill flow through her. She carried on rocking felt him pull out as she pulled back, in as she rocked forward, realizing he had lifted his pelvis from the bed and realizing he couldnt take the teasing anymore and so let him push into her as she rocked. He thrust faster into her as she rocked harder against him and then the groans he ushered as her name escaped his lips, his name from her moaning lips, feeling him fill her. She collapsed against him as their bodies started relaxing. You feel good on top of me, he said breathlessly. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder feeling his arm wrap around her. She felt his head move so she looked up and saw him looking at her. I love you Serena, he said. And I love you, she said and closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead.

Tomorrow is another day to propose to her, Jacob thought as slumber crashed through him.
He woke facing the empty side of the bed where she laid, her scent lingering on the pillow. He heard nothing in the bathroom and he hoped she hadnt gone out again. He got up and pulled a pair of boxers on before leaving the bedroom and found her in front of the stove. Mmm, what smells good? he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Its just sweet and sour chicken and pasta, she replied. He watched as she dished the dish up into two bowls and handed him a spoon. They went through to the living area, sitting down on the love seat and ate in silence. He had to concede that she was actually a wonderful cook, even though she had told him that at first she had hated it but she soon started liking it. Now, he had to do it, right now, he thought.
They headed for bed after he helped clean up but he stopped in front of his cupboard. Dont tell me you want to start sleeping in boxers babe, she teased. He turned around and headed for bed. He thought he had put the engagement ring in his cupboard behind his cologne. He sat on the edge of the bed and opened the bedside drawer not seeing the box in there too. What are you looking for love? she queried. He turned around to look at her and felt horribly stupid. He had planned to propose to her this weekend but with no ring, he would look like a fool. He wanted to tell her, ask her and just hope she didnt ask but she would. Its, I, well, I thought I had brought something with me from home but I guess I didnt. I guess it doesnt matter, he said placing a kiss on her cheek feeling disappointed but knew immediately that she could see that he was disappointed. You seem disappointed. Im sorry love, she said covering his hand with her left hand. If I said yes and that I would love to, you think that would make you feel better? she asked. He looked at her, confused. What are you talking about honey? he countered. She lifted her hand and showed him her left hand with, oh dear God, she had the engagement ring on. What, how did you find it? he asked. I was bringing in the laundry and folded your undrwear, putting them away and my elbow bumped your cologne bottle and it fell and I saw the navy box. My curiosity got the better of me. I also had overheard you on the phone once saying you were going to propose to me. Im saying yes, Jacob, unless, she stopped. There is no unless babe. Im glad you accept. You have made me a very happy man. I love you, he said.
She was overly excited and couldnt believe this was her life. She couldnt wait to be married to him. After how many years of guys lying and cheating on her, she had finally found The One.

A Burning Appetite
It had been two weeks since the wedding had been cancelled and she had yet to tell her family and friends but knew she had to and the very life seeped out of her as she tried to think of what to say. She looked down at her wrist and watched the seconds hand tick by. The rest of the family and family friends would have arrived by now at her parents house and knew she should leave now but couldnt make her legs move, she could only sit and stare at the wall as the images raced back into her mind. Her bridesmaid and her best friend since high school days had had her legs around her fianc and she had fled hearing Stevens voice behind her calling her name, trying to explain as he ran after her down the hallway from his office. She remembered the lie so vividly. I have to go into the office today. I have a meeting who is only in town this weekend. It should last only two hours, no more, he had said and when two hours had passed she had gone to his office and heard a female laughing and asked, How many more you think? Gina heard her fiancs voice clearly, Oh at least four more, and then she heard nothing. She had thought it was part of the meeting but when she heard something fall she instinctively sprang up from her chair and dashed into his office only to find her best friends legs around his waist, found him deep inside of her and they were both naked.
She shook herself mentally to the present as she felt the backs of her eyes sting once more. Luckily she had no makeup on but she would rectify it soon, if only she could make her legs move. What made her move was the face of a true life-long friend, Xavier. He had always been there for her, through thick and thin. People always teased that they were already married. Xavier had unloaded his own fears, concerns as she did with him. They shared everything but not everything at the same time as they were only friends but now she saw his face in her minds eye in a different light. She had introduced them and he had told her privately that he didnt like the looks of this guy. They had had many a fight about her boyfriend Steven and then some when she had told him that they were engaged and she now prayed that time would stand still and rewind so she could listen to him. She had always listened to Xavier but she had rebelled when she met her ex-fianc.
She stood up on shaky legs and knew she wasnt fit to drive, yet alone apply makeup as her hands shook terribly. She thought of at least phoning her parents and telling them she couldnt make it anymore but then they would want to know and she couldnt do it, she couldnt lie. She had always tried to lie to people but they all knew her so well, she would come back to them a minute later and tell them she was lying. She grabbed the phone and dialed the number of a taxi firm and half an hour later, got into the backseat of a yellow taxi, gave him her parents address and couldnt believe that a half an hours drive to her familys home felt like five minutes. She paid the driver when she got out and walked on wobbly legs to the front door, passing all the cars and Xaviers electric blue Mercedes, opening it and heard the laughter from the backyard. She took smaller steps but stopped dead when she saw everyone outside, laughing, each with a glass of something or a beer can. Xavier spotted her and soon the laughter died and instantly she saw pity cross everyones face. Everyone who had at first told her not to date Steven, that he looked distrustful. Gina, Xaviers voice came to her but it sounded faint as if he had said it loud but faded down a tunnel. She felt the rest of the blood she had left drain from her body and she swayed slightly but leaned against the wall as she stepped from the doorframe. T-the wedding is o-off, she stammered and then as if her legs had given up, she slid down the beige-cream wall and sat on the grass, her back against the cold wall. And as she slid down the wall, clear reality came back to her. She lifted her head and looked at everyone. I dont want anyones pity. I brought this onto myself because I didnt want to listen, so its my fault. So spare your breath, I dont need the I-told-you-so speech, she started but couldnt stop as her so-called best friend walked through and looked down at her. Gina stood up. What the living hell are you doing here at my familys house? she snapped to Kathy. Hey whered that tone come from girl? Jeez, weve been friends for forever. Youve never- Gina couldnt take it anymore and slapped her best friend in the face. Tell them Kathy. Go on, tell them. I was about to but now that youre here, you might as well tell them, she almost yelled but held back, not wanting to sound like a hysterical banshee. Sweetie, what are you talking about? I just wanted to come over and talk to you, Kathy said but had seen the horror in her eyes. Gina didnt care anymore. Im glad you have him, he isnt my type, Gina mimicked Kathy the first time Kathy had met Steven, in front of her family and other friends, friends who were here today. That was a pretty nice lie Kathy. You know what else you lied about? No, she paused as Kathy started opening her mouth and closed it again before carrying on, You lied about your innocence. You told me you hadnt been with a man that way. So not only are you a liar but youre sl*t; Stevens sl*t. Tell me, was it worth it you traitorous b*tch? Gina yelled balling her hands into fists, feeling her face heat up, knowing full well she was on a one way road to blind rage and everyone could see it. Calm down, please Gina. I can explain. It wasnt even like that. I, uh, I was just visiting Steven in his office and he was, he was alone. We were talking and then-
And then nothing because the truth is nobody wants a frigid woman as a girlfriend and damn I couldnt wait any longer. Your friend was only too willing to help me out. Our lies stop now Kat, Steven said from behind her. She spun around and flung herself at him, beating him with her small fists, not caring where she hit him, not caring if he was bleeding, not caring if she somehow broke his bones and instinctively knew who touched her and started beating her too. She felt a pair of strong, very strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her away from them, away from the pain she wanted to inflict on them. And the cold water surrounded her as she was thrown into the pool. Crystal clear reality washed over her, erasing the trance-like of blind rage that had consumed her. She swam to the edge and hoisted herself up and out of the pool and saw them, arms around each other, comforting each other. Dont come any closer. Gina, youre crazy attacking us like that. Look at Steven, his nose is bleeding and you dislocated his jaw, Kathy said. Oops, Im sorry. I was actually trying to dislocate his lying, two-timing pen. Steven, why dont you leave and take the trash out while youre at it. And do it now, she ground out, heading inside to her old room.

Cakes youre in here? Xavier asked as he knocked but came in nonetheless. He saw her turn her head and face him and saw the tears run down her cheek. I want to kill him for doing this, he said, heading over to her bed, sitting beside her and wrapping his arms around her shaking form. No, it was my fault entirely. I should have listened to everyone. I should have listened to you Xavier. Im sorry, she sobbed against him. Dont apologize to me, love. It was an honest mistake. Everyone makes mistake, me included. Damn, have I made mistakes, he said. He felt her pull away and look up at him. You, the powerfully, wealthy Casanova who owns a bank? she jokingly asked. He knew she didnt fell like joking but he was proud to see her try. Yes, even me, he said. Come on, have a shower and change your clothes. I guarantee that youll feel better or a bath, he said taking her hand and helping her up, pulling her to her en suite and turned the bath taps and closing them after a while only to see her climb in naked, holding her hand out for him. Not only shock but arousal coursed through him. Gina, I, I cant get in with you. Ill sit here with you though, is that ok? he asked and watched her nod. He picked her hair-clip up from the basin and moved behind her, gathering a mass of thick, dirty-blonde hair and clipped it up, only to see a cloth in her hand as she placed it on her shoulder. He took the cloth, soaked it and taking the soap, lathered the cloth and washed her back, feeling his erection grow painfully harder, irritation flaring as his arousal pressed against his jeans. He couldnt cope like this, nit with this. He rinsed her back and handing the cloth back to her. Ill wait in your bedroom, he said and left. He sat on the edge of her bed. She was a lovely, bright, brilliant woman, how could anyone lie and cheat on her the way Steven did, he wondered. She was beautifully skinny. Not anorexic-like. She was healthy; curves where curves are supposed to be, a perfect, tiny, firm b*tt that could easily fill his palms and breasts that he accidently found that could fill his palm, skin that felt like warm silk and a very addictive laugh. Her brown eyes were always sparkling and he missed it today because she had been upset, angry and in a complete rage, where nothing, not even a voice of reason could get through to her. He heard the water splash and after a few moments watched her come out with the towel on. His life-long friend who now was the lead in his erotic dreams where their limbs were tangled, their mouths fused, her moans, mingling with his groans. Damn it. It wouldnt help his arousal or him if he thought about her like that. He watched as she removed clothing from her cupboard and dressed in front of him but discreetly. Pulling her pnty up her legs but not seeing her femininity. He turned his back and looked outside to their friends and he family gathered. It was supposed to be a wonderful warm day but it had turned chilly. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see her dressed. You feel ok? he queried and her head nodded while her shoulders shrugged but she managed a faint smile. She was trying, at least.

He was great with her, Gina had to concede as she turned and saw his back facing her. He had told her about his Indian father who had moved to America and fell in love with an Italian-American beauty and moved together down to Australias finest, Sydney. And Gina was thankful that their parents got on so well before and very much thankful to have Xavier as a true friend, a true and sexy friend at that; his black, shoulder length hair that always made her fingers itch to thread, his broad shoulders that always seemed to invite her to cry on and his abs that she had dreamt of. As she slid a fresh lavender smelling blouse on, tugging it down her jeans did she realize that she was never in love with Steven. She was in love with Xavier but even so, she couldnt possibly have him as more than a friend, could she, Gina wondered. She kept her gaze on his back as she made her way forward to him, resting her hand on his shoulder, watching as he turned, those long, black lashes sweeping down as he blinked, brushing against his skin before opening again, showing her not pity but an emotion that matched hers. Was it possible that he felt the same? Xavier, we need to talk but I doubt this is the day for it, so maybe tomorrow, or Monday during lunch. I can bring something up to your office from the deli across the road. Ok? she asked. Well make a day of it tomorrow, he replied. He took her hand and they left the house to join the others and make a day that had started as hell.
She woke up the following morning feeling somehow better than she did yesterday. And spending the day with Xavier was the cherry on the cake. She got up from her bed and made fast work making her bed-up, picked up her discarded clothes of the day before from the floor and dumping it into the laundry basket in the bathroom where she went through her morning routine and then stepped into the shower turning the taps so that a warm water cascaded down her body and after cleaning up, turning the taps off, she climbed out and dried up, heading back into her bedroom where she started dressing, picking up her mobile and looked at the time as she slide her feet into flat Egyptian sandals and headed down the stairs opening the door just as Xavier pulled into her drive. Hello Summer, he whistled as she locked her front door and walked down to his car and todays car, the one she loved, was a silver soft-top convertible. She sat on the edge, swung both legs over and slid down onto the seat looking at him then, smiling as she saw him smile, knowing that she loved his car. Fun? he queried. Oh yea, she replied. They drove in a comfortable silence for a bit before he asked, What did you want to talk about? She looked at him for a several seconds before she answered. We can talk about it later. They sat in further silence before he pulled up in a parking bay at a theatre. They both loved the fine art and opera was one of them.
They walked out an hour and a half later and walked hand in hand down to the corner caf and both ordered a milkshake. She wanted to tell him but how would he take it? Would he think it was some rebound thing or would he accept it? She thought. She opened her mouth but closed it again as a woman came over and kissed him on the lips. Xavier darling, how are you? the woman asked. Angelica, um, Im good and you? he returned the smile. Oh, you should know sweetheart. So, who is, uh, this? the woman, Angelica asked looking at Gina as if she were an insect. This is my friend Gina. Gina, Angelica, he introduced. Gina couldnt bring herself smile. Her best friend, the man she realized she loved had a woman in his life. She felt the warmth run from her face and felt a chill run down her spine. Xavier, have you sometime today? Angelica asked, winking at him. Yes, of course, he answered. Gina couldnt believe it, the woman was flirting and he wasnt pushing her away, nothing. You are not even my friend. I cant believe this. I was going to tell you that I made a mistake and I was sure as blood-spitting hell sure that you were going to snap at me daring me suggest a rebound but I have always loved you and will always and you dont even hide your feelings for her in front of me. You disgust me Xavier, she yelled and ran out the door. She faintly heard him yell after her but she lifted her dress and ran faster, as fast as her slim, athletic legs could carry her and not watching where she was going only to hear tires screeching to a halt, she saw the vehicle and heard a scream, not realizing it was her that was screaming before she slid down the black abyss.

Dear Lord, what had he done? Xavier ran toward her, dropping to his knees, lifting her into his arms. Ambulance, please, he yelled to everyone, anyone. He rocked her in his arms until he heard the sirens. He stepped aside as they examined her and getting her into the ambulance. He phoned her parents as he drove behind the ambulance.
Shes going to be alright, said a doctor as he came out of her room an hour later. You sure? he asked the doctor. Yes. By the looks of it she wasnt hit. She fainted, blacked out as the car came to her. The car bumped her slightly, a scratch. Nothing serious, the doctor answered and left. But still, she couldve gotten hurt, badly. Xavier walked on wobbly legs into her room and sat down on the chair next to her bed, taking her small, fragile hand in his. Damn Angelica. He had told her never to bother him again but what did the damn b*tch do? She rebelled at his demand, and because of her, Gina lay in hospital, thankfully not hurt. He had specifically told her, if she wanted to talk about her business, it should be in his office, not in public. He stroked his thumb over her wrist feeling her pulse quicken. Open your eyes please Gina. We need to talk, he said and watched as her eyes opened slowly. About what? she asked quietly. He felt like a dog, a bad, very bad dog, with his damn tail between his legs and that didnt sit well with him, never had. I broke up with Angelica quite a while back, telling her to leave me alone. What you said earlier before you ran off, remember? he queried and as she nodded, he carried on, Well, I love you back. I always have loved you even while I was with Angelica, I loved you and I know it wouldnt be on the rebound. You believe me, dont you? he choked out and watched as she rested her head against the pillow, closing her eyes, pinching the bridge between her eyes. Whats wrong? Are you in pain? Can I get you something? he asked, not helping if he sounded paranoid. She opened her eyes and just looked at him and knew he had panicked for nothing, if anything her eyes spat fire, desire, and a bit of disappointment. Whats wrong, why are you disappointed? he asked softly, squeezing her gently to urge to speak to him. Im disappointed because you lied to me. You said she should leave you alone but I know when youre lying. You still seeing her, she said. What the devil? I told her to leave me alone. The only thing we have between us is her damn business that uses my bank. I told her she is only to meet me there in my office about her business profits, margins but with Hank, thats all. Im not seeing her Gina, I want you damn it. Only you, he ground out, standing up from his chair, heading for window, where he stood, looking out over the car park, how lovely. He smiled faintly as his own sarcastic remark. Im sorry Xavier. Its just I need something, honest and youve always been honest with me, and know when youre lying so when I figured you were lying, I was, I dont know, I started regretting that I told you everything earlier, she said and heard a faint sob. He turned to face her and saw her hands cover her face, knowing full well that she was hiding her tears. He went over, sitting beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms, stroking her back, soothing her. I love you Gina. I would never hurt you on purpose.
He took her to his place later after he had helped her with the discard forms and insisted she sit down while he made dinner. Thinking back to all the times they had come home late after partying it up the previous night and he would stand in front of the stove frying a couple of steaks while she had her arms around his waist, her head against his back. He remembered how she had moaned just relaxing against him like that. Damn, it was way more than just a friendship but he never pushed, waited and he would always wait for her, until his lungs squeezed the last breath out of his body. And there they were her arms around his waist. You should go and relax, he said. Mmm, yes sir but quite frankly dear sir, youre more comfy. I want to sleep on you tonight, she purred. Damn it, instant heat to his groin, although, he wouldnt mind having her sleep on top of him. I wont mind. He flipped the steaks wishing he could flip a switch to control his hormones. I have potato wedges in the freezer. Grab them for me and put them on a tray, please, and watched as she leaned over the freezer. He was sure her b*tt was cute; first on his explore Ginas body list. He moved out the way as she slid the tray with wedges into the oven but she didnt straighten up. I believe, my old friend, new boyfriend is, um, struggling, here, she teased, feeling her hand slide up his trouser clad leg. Gina, damn it woman. Im cooking here, he ground out as he felt her hand cup his erection through his clothing. He heard his zipper and her cool hand wrapped around his heated s haft and almost jerked away but felt her hand tighten around him. Gina, dont start, not now, please, he begged. The steaks were done but he wasnt hungry anymore, at least not for food. He turned the stove off and jerked her onto her feet, undressed her as she undressed him and lifted her onto the island where he thrust his aching erection into her wet heat, pulling away only to push his body hard against hers. He lowered his head and crushed his lips down on hers, invading her parted lips, his tongue delving into her silky mouth, finding, caressing, loving her tongue and mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip. He felt her frantic hands slide between their sweet slickened bodies and grab him, squeezing him. He felt her muscles contract and everything became frantic, quickening his thrusts, harder into her as her moans started getting louder. Her hand squeezed him once more and felt her body shake as he groaned her name as they came, wave after crashing wave.

Her hands were cupping his face and he looked up to see passion-glazed eyes and love. Now that my friend was incredible, she said as she rained wet kisses on his face. He stilled her and kissed her loved lips. Youre incredible, he breathed into her mouth.
They sat in the lounge and ate as hunger for food returned full force.