“Jonathan!” Alex repeated, but then she suddenly stopped so dead in her tracks I nearly bowled her over.
Her fiance was sitting on the loveseat, but my eyes went to Connie. Alex’s roommate stood just in front of him, stark naked, a look of surprise on her face. There was something more there, too, but Alex twitched and I followed her sightline to Jonathan.
He was still dressed, but like me a few weeks earlier, his cock was exposed and erect. It was also gleaming with moisture from tip to pubes. “Alexandra, baby, let me explain,” he started, glib as always even as he wilted, but Alex cut him off.
“Out! OUT! I want you out of here, now!” she screamed. Her face was nearly as pale as her hair.
“It wasn’t like that,” Connie interjected, making no attempt to cover herself.
“I have eyes! I can see exactly what it was like, you, you, slut!” Alex shrieked back, starting to cry. “How could you do this to me? Both of you, get out! I don’t want to see you!”
Jonathan tried to zip himself up, but apparently the zipper caught on his underwear and jammed. In another situation, it would have been comical watching him yank on it, but I sensed Alex was on the ragged edge of control.
“Do you need Connie to help you with that?” she snarled. “Damnit!” Alex choked back a sob. “Fine! Don’t let me interrupt you — you both stay, and I’ll leave!” She whirled to face me, looking like a drowning swimmer. “Take me somewhere! Anywhere!”
Alex maintained a stoic expression as we descended the stairs and exited the building. I went to open the passenger door, but she detoured to the Studebaker instead. Alex opened the door by the curb and fumbled inside briefly, apparently rolling down the window. She slammed the door closed, and proceeded to hurl several heaping handfuls of dirty slushy snowmelt into the car. “Maybe that will cool you down, you cheating bastard!” she screamed in the direction of the apartment, and tromped back to me.
She was sobbing brokenly by the time I climbed into the driver’s seat and got us going. At first I drove aimlessly, at a loss for a destination. The Wagners would have welcomed her, but I didn’t think Alex needed to face anybody right now. Finally I realized I was heading in the direction of the Madison, and thought, “why not?”
“I’ll just be a minute,” I assured Alex after we arrived. Her face was a mess of running mascara and blotchy skin, so I gave her my handkerchief and went in to get a room. Luckily, early April was still off-season and they weren’t full. I gave Ray a polite nod, not sure if he had placed me or not, and went to collect Alex.
She looked better, and we had the elevator to ourselves, anyway. Luckily for my conscience, it wasn’t the same room I’d stayed in with Susan. The layout was much the same, with a bed and a sofa. Alex vanished into the bathroom as soon as I took her coat; I hung it and mine, and put the spare blanket I found in the closet on the sofa. It took just a moment to turn down the bed, and I tossed one of the pillows next to the blanket.
“What’s wrong with me?” Alex asked, startling me.
“Nothing,” I told her, meaning it. She’d washed her face, and the red eyes and nose couldn’t detract from her natural beauty.
Those eyes started to tear up again. “Aren’t I good enough for you?” Alex rubbed away the moisture, but her voice was uneven. “You’ve been with Susan. I saw the way you looked at Connie. I know you’ve fucked other girls — why not me?”
“God, Alex,” I temporized, unsure where to begin. “You have to know you drive me crazy.”
Her gaze dropped ever-so-briefly below my beltline before rising again, and the corners of her mouth twitched infinitesimally upward.
“But look — you can laugh at me, but it’s not all about sex. You are the smartest person I know, man or woman, and — believe it or not — probably my best friend too.” I shuffled a bit at that admission, which left my mouth before I’d realized it was true. “So what if you’re also the most beautiful woman I’ve laid eyes on? I’m not going to throw all of that away by making a pass at you. Especially when you’re already engaged to another man.”
“Oh yeah, look how well that turned out,” Alex said bitterly. She whispered, “You could have made me…”
“Oh no,” I burst out, stung by her voicing the thought that had tempted me so many times that year. Alex jumped, startled, and I forced myself to relax. “Never that. Bull in the china shop, remember? I want all of you, Alex, not just your body. I could never live with myself if you turned out like Susan. Besides, I’d never want to share you with anybody.” My face heated but I held her gaze.
Her smile had blossomed steadily while I spoke, until it made my heart ache. “I was a fool to think marrying Jonathan would make me happy, and you were a fool to let me do it.” Alex slid the engagement ring down her finger and tossed it negligently on the carpeting. “What do you say to that?”
I didn’t say a word. Instead I stepped forward and swept her off her feet, and then turned in the direction of the bed.
“Wait, stop!” Alex shouted, pounding on my back with her hands and squirming.
Aghast at the thought I’d misread her so badly, I quickly set Alex back on her feet and backed up. She was still smiling, and my heart lurched into motion again.
“Where’s my coat? The closet?” Alex opened the door without waiting for my reply. “I may not be keeping his ring,” she muttered, “but — can you believe he gave me these as a present?” She brandished a handful of condoms.
“What, for your birthday?” Even for Jonathan, it seemed incredibly tasteless.
She started laughing. “It’s worse!” Alex gasped. “He told me they actually were just wrappers for the ‘real present’!”
“Jesus Christ!” I began chuckling too, but stopped. “You’ve had those with you all night?” It seemed totally unlike Alex, and puzzled me.
Alex’s mind was as quick as ever. “Are you kidding?” She started laughing even harder. “Can you imagine dropping them at the awards dinner?” Alex wiped her eyes and gave me a knowing smile. “No, I took them from his glove box when we left the apartment. I think I made up my mind on the dance floor.”
“I didn’t think you noticed!”
She was still smiling, but there was some change in Alex’s expression that sent blood pumping back into my penis. “It was hard for me to miss, Lloyd.”
Alex walked back to me and put her arms on mine, and then started to sway like we had during the slow number. I obliged her and pulled her closer, moving in time to the remembered music. This time, she ran a hand softly down my chest and traced the outlines of my erection. “See?”
“I don’t remember that last move,” I murmured in her ear.
“It wasn’t the right time,” she whispered, fitting her body more closely against mine. The swell of her breast felt as if it were pushing the air from my chest. “Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘a vertical expression of a horizontal desire’?”
“How apropos,” I said, and kissed her. In heels, Alex wasn’t much shorter than I and we fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The kiss wasn’t tentative, but it didn’t last long. The next one followed immediately and lasted far longer. We gave up any pretense of dancing; I was focused only on the feel of her body, her taste, and the sensation of Alex’s tongue brushing against mine.
My fingers stroked up the length of her neck, leaving goose bumps behind them. I found the pin and pulled it free, letting her blonde tresses spill across her shoulders. Alex opened her eyes, but held the kiss. A shift of her weight pressed a hip more firmly into my raging erection.
I hated to let go, but the zipper in her dress needed two hands. Alex stayed close, within the circle of my arms, and began unfastening the buttons of my shirt while I teased her zipper open. By unspoken mutual agreement we paused after she unfastened my fly, and then our clothing tumbled to the floor in a rush.
Alex in a slip was a sight fit to take a man’s breath away. I didn’t think the figure I cut in an undershirt and briefs merited the look she was giving me, but I wasn’t going to complain. “No arguments this time,” I warned, and scooped her into my arms.
She was an armful, or maybe I just wasn’t that strong, but I was staggering even before we both began laughing again. “Don’t drop me!” Alex screamed, giggling, and I didn’t, quite. At least we both landed on top of the bed.
Removing Alex’s slip and pantyhose was a more challenging job than I’d anticipated, but it was a marvelous excuse to run my hands over every inch of her luscious body. Both of us were sporting damp spots in our underwear before we finished. Finally we were naked, save for one of Jonathan’s presents, and I was looking down at her sweat-slicked body with avid desire.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven, Alexandra,” I smiled at her.
“I hope you’ll hold off on that for at least a few more minutes,” she told me, her voice vibrating with barely suppressed urgency. “Now quit teasing me!”
She was tight, but incredibly ready, which was good because my self-control was fraying. A dispassionate connoisseur might have rated her technique somewhere around where Susan had started, but for me, the girl of my dreams was looking up at me and moaning my name. It was even better than I’d fantasized.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, clenched within her velvet grip, and kissed Alex again. Her nipples were like pebbles against my skin and her breath was warm inside my mouth as I buried myself inside her.
“God, yes!” Alex cried, encouraging me to pump her harder, as if I needed the prompting.
I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I plunged into her pussy as far as I could reach and kept pushing, pinning her to the bed. My balls literally throbbed as I ejaculated probably the biggest load of my life into the confines of the condom.
Alex’s eyes grew wide as she felt me spasming inside her, although I was pretty sure she wasn’t a virgin. I was positive she hadn’t orgasmed.
“I think I’ve wanted to do that nearly since Thanksgiving,” I panted, earning a smug look. I pulled out before anything could leak and gave her another kiss, lowering myself gingerly to one side so my entire weight wasn’t on her.
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