Her Last Love Affair (6 page)

Stephen grasped her fingers and tugged them towards him,
placing them over the bulge in his jeans. Guiding her hand, he encouraged her
to rub him through the thick fabric, until she no longer needed the tutorial.
Removing his own hand, he began to shrug his jacket from his shoulder, tossing
it to the floor. “Don’t stop,” he commanded, his fingers quickly moving to the
small buttons of his shirt.

Stephen was much slimmer than Carl, his chest was not as
muscular or as prominent, but it was sleek and toned. Each inch of skin he
uncovered was completely smooth, until he reached his navel, where a thin trail
of fluffy dark hair disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.

The shirt was shucked in the same way the jacket had been.
Stephen didn’t even bother to glance at where it landed, his eyes fixed instead
on Allie’s eyes. He gave her an intense look of gravity that almost dared her
to stop stimulating him with her hand.

She sensed the challenge and redoubled her efforts, cupping
him firmly, before continuing a steady massage with the heel of her hand.

“Fuck,” Stephen muttered softly, overwhelmed by the way she
gently squeezed his testicles. Sensing the shift in the balance of power, he
purposefully pulled her hand away from him. “Come with me,” he said, keeping a
grasp of her wrist and tugging her after him.

Allie thought that he was heading towards the bedroom, not
stopping to question how he would know where it was. However, Stephen’s
destination was much closer, as he took a left around the couch and came to a
stop. Turning her, he nudged her forwards, until the high back of the couch was
pressed against her stomach.

“Do you really want this?” he asked, his hands finding the
dip of her waist.

Her answer was instinctive. “Yes,” she responded, her voice
unwavering in its certainty.

Stephen’s hands left her body and she heard the rustle of
clothes, and then felt the rush of air that indicated he’d bent and then
righted himself hurriedly. As his hands came back to her, so did the rest of
his body. The thick coarse hair at his groin brushed against the top her right
buttock. His rock hard manhood was squeezed between his belly and her lower
back.

Allie sucked her lower lip between her teeth and bit down
hard, as the anticipation of feeling his length move inside her became almost a
physical pain.

Stephen seemed to sense her impatience and a low rumble of
laughter rolled through him. His right hand meanwhile moved over her buttock
and sought out the small piece of fabric between her legs. “Were these
expensive?” he asked, his voice now thick with arousal.

 The apparent non-sequitur caught Allie off guard. “Umm,”
she mumbled. “I…err-” Any further attempts to answer the question ceased as a
short rip was joined by a flood of cool air to her sex.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” Stephen mumbled, placing his
chin on her shoulder and taking her earlobe roughly between his teeth. As he
gripped it tightly and ran the tip of his tongue over its curve, he leaned
forward. Pushing his upper body against Allie’s back, he bent her over the back
of the couch.

Allie grasped the leather edge with both hands, as she felt
Stephen’s member slip down the cheek of her bottom and eventually come to rest
between her legs.

Lifting his upper body, he placed the flat of his right hand
on her back, telling her that he wanted her to remain still. Meanwhile, he
shifted his hips, poking the heavy head of his shaft clumsily between her slick
folds. It didn’t take long for it to find its goal, though.

He penetrated her in one, slow but fluid motion, uttering
muttered curses and drawing in shuddered breaths through an open mouth. Allie
could tell that he wasn’t as generously sized as Carl, but the angle of his
entry caused him to brush against the front wall of her passage, finding her
G-spot.

“Stephen,” she gasped, pushing herself further into the
couch and rubbing her clitoris against the hard edge.

“Ugh,” he grunted, his hips meeting her bottom.

Strands of Allie’s hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead,
as she bucked beneath him, urging him to move and stimulate that sweet spot
once more.

Stephen, however, was not going to be rushed. He gently
slipped from her, before repeating the slow, smooth thrust. Again and again, he
repeated that motion, breathing deeply, almost as though he were meditating.

Allie was far from relaxed. Her hips jerked with as much
movement as they were capable of and she pleaded in soft whispers and strangled
moans. It was exquisite torture. He brought her so close to orgasm, but never
took her all the way.

“Just breath,” Stephen urged.

“I…am…breathing,” she replied brokenly, as he brushed over
the sensitive skin of her sex once more. Her legs kicked out involuntarily and
she wrapped her right foot around his calf.

“Trust me,” he continued in a lower tone, draping himself
over her back and leaning towards her ear. “It’ll come,” he assured her. “Deep
breaths.”

Unable to do anything else, Allie followed his instructions,
inhaling deeply, before releasing the breath through an open mouth. Having
always held her breath when she felt a climax building, she was certain
breathing would do nothing to help her, but she continued to do as directed.

“That’s good,” Stephen cooed, as his hips met her ass in the
same gentle rhythm. He knew she was teetering on the edge and he also knew
exactly what would push her over it. Withdrawing almost completely from her, he
simply held himself still, the mushroomed head of his manhood stretching her
entrance. Then, without warning, he slammed himself forwards, his balls
slapping against her inner thighs.

The sudden, forceful thrust caused Allie to open her mouth
and release a grunted breath of surprise. However, that exhalation quickly
turned into a squeal of pleasure, as molten lava shot up from her sex and
warmed her entire body. The small muscles of her sex spasmed quickly, squeezing
Stephen in short, sharp bursts.

The intensity of the sensation caught Stephen off guard, and
he suddenly found his eyes rolling back in his head, as his shaft lengthened
and released its sticky climax in strong bursts. Breathing hard, he slumped
over her, his muscles no longer capable of keeping him upright. “I don’t
think…” he panted. “It would have been like that nine years ago.”

Having still not quite found her way back to Earth, Allie
giggled girlishly, while her sex continued to lazily milk Stephen’s spent
shaft.

Best Friends

C
arrying a clear plastic container of caramel
Frappuccino, Rosalinda gently grasped her sunglasses and perched them on the
top of her head. As she rounded the corner, she saw that Allie’s front door was
ajar and her brow creased. Approaching, her steps slowed and she drew back the
cup of icy liquid, as though prepared to use it as a weapon if necessary. With
her free hand warily outstretched, she pushed at the partly open door. “Allie?”
she asked, while the hinges creaked and the door slowly swung wide.

She was met by a broad male back, dressed in a black leather
jacket. He was running a hand over the nape of his neck and twisted at the
sound of Rosalinda’s voice. “Oh, hey,” he said in a husky southern accent.

“Umm,” she mumbled in response. “Hey,” she echoed
bewilderedly.

“I’m just leaving,” he explained. “Allie’s…err…” he paused,
glancing to his left. “Just coming,” he added, when he noticed movement coming
from the bedroom.

Rosalinda took a step forward. Pushing the door wider, she
leaned her upper body into the apartment and tried to follow the focus of the
man in front of her. There, she found Allie dressed in only a bathrobe. Her
loose hair was mussed from sleep, except Rosalinda guessed there hadn’t been
much in the way of sleep. Allie’s face was set in a silly contended smile, but
there were bags under her eyes.

“Allie, sweetheart,” the man crooned. “You’ve got a
visitor,” he informed her, gesturing with an open palm towards Rosalinda’s top
half.

Allie glanced from the face of the man to Rosalinda’s
confused features. “Hi,” she greeted, her tone lifting in question.

Righting herself, Rosalinda stepped into the room, pushing
past the leather-jacketed stranger. “You forgot?” she demanded.

“Forgot what?” Allie responded.

Opening her mouth to speak, Rosalinda sucked in a breath,
before remembering that they weren’t alone in the room. Quickly pressing her
lips together, she twisted to face the man. “Do you mind?” she asked rudely.

“Oh,” he replied, uncomfortably. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right,” Allie chipped in, wandering towards her
date from the night before and placing a placating hand on his chest. “Look,
umm…” she murmured.

“It’s okay,” he quickly stated, sensing her disquiet at the
tension unmistakably mounting between the two women. “I’ll get out of your
hair,” he added, motioning towards the door. “You know,” he chuckled. “I had a
great time last night.”

“Me too,” Allie smiled, following him closely as he reached
the threshold.

Before leaving, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on
Allie’s lips. “It’d be nice to do this again sometime,” he suggested quietly.

“Maybe,” Allie stated, waving him off.

Rosalinda didn’t take her eyes from the pair. As she watched
the exchange, her mouth dropped in disbelief.

With a frustrated sigh, Allie closed the door and rapidly
turned on her friend. “Did you learn those manners in finishing school?” she
demanded. “You know, this is my home, Ros.”

“And you know, we had a date for lunch,” Rosalinda snapped
back. “I was waiting in the restaurant for over an hour,” she added. “Have you
any idea how worried I was.”

“So worried you stopped at Starbucks on the way,” Allie
pointed out, striding across the room and tossing the words over her shoulder
as she breezed into the kitchen.

Glancing down at the cup in her hands, Rosalinda huffed in
response to the accusation. “What the hell is going on with you?” she insisted.
“You don’t turn up to lunch; you don’t even remember we’re supposed to be
having lunch. You’ve got strange men in your apartment, and when I called you
at work yesterday, they told me you were off sick.”

Allie didn’t bother to lift her head at the long list of
complaints Rosalinda seemed set on airing. She was intently focused, instead,
on fixing herself a cup of coffee. Huffing, she slammed cabinet doors, as she
tried to find a fresh jar of the instant stuff. “I’ve been feeling a little off
color,” she stated, choosing to only acknowledge the last of Rosalinda’s
points.

“Well, you clearly felt a lot better when you picked up Mr.
Texas.”

“Kansas,” Allie matter-of-factly snapped.

“What?”

“Stephan is from Kansas,” she explained, closing another
cabinet with a sharp bang.

“I don’t care where he’s from,” Rosalinda erupted, marching
into the kitchen. “Look,” she sighed, trying to keep a tenuous hold on her
desire to grab her friend and shake some sense into her. “I just want to know
that you’re all right. You’ve been acting so strangely these last few weeks.”

Giving up on her search for coffee and trying to remember
the last time she actually went grocery shopping, Allie perched herself on a
stool by her breakfast bar. Lifting her face to Rosalinda, she shook her head.
“I’ve been having fun these last few weeks, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“All right,” Rosalinda conceded. “There is nothing wrong
with having fun. But there’s more to it than that.” The tension seeming to
suddenly pop, she slowly wandered to where Allie sat and took the stool next to
her. Fortunately, on that day, she was wearing pants and had no problem
settling herself on the seat. “We’re supposed to be friends, aren’t we?”

“Of course we’re friends,” Allie automatically responded.

“So why can’t you talk to me about whatever it is that’s
bothering you?”

“Nothing is bothering me,” she countered, placing her hands
on the counter in front of her and steepling her fingers. “I’ve been having the
time of my life, Ros,” she added, smiling to herself.

Rosalinda could tell that her best friend’s thoughts had
taken her elsewhere and didn’t bother to attempt to bring her back for some
moments. She took the opportunity to really look at Allie, to note the genuine
look of happiness that radiated from her. However, she knew on a deeper level
all was far from well with the woman beside her. It was a feeling in her gut,
something she could never put into words, but a sensation that she simply
couldn’t ignore.

“I’ve been looking at the world differently.” It was Allie
who broke the silence, as she continued to thoughtfully gaze at her entwined
hands.

“But why?” Rosalinda asked, beginning to feel as though she
were beating against a brick wall. “What’s happened?”

Allie considered how she would answer for several seconds,
before lifting her gaze to Rosalinda and fixing her with open, honest eyes.
“I’ve been given a wake-up call,” she said softly.

“What the heck does that mean?” Rosalinda scoffed back. “You
going to die?”

Allie knew that the suggestion had been made in jest; a
thought so outrageous that it didn’t occur to Rosalinda that it could be true.
She wanted to deny it, to laugh and reassure her friend. However, she couldn’t.
Instead, an uncomfortable silence descended on the pair.

The smile quickly vanished from Rosalinda’s face to be
replaced by one of mortification. “Allie,” she whispered, that one word asking
a thousand questions and expressing a hundred emotions.

***

The women talked well into the evening and, in the end, Rosalinda
spent the night on Allie’s couch. They only briefly discussed the disease,
Allie admitting that she’d not bothered to read anything about it, and that, if
she were honest, she didn’t care. She knew enough to know that her days were
now numbered, all she wanted to do was enjoy them while they lasted.