The Coming of Anna (The Manhattan Series)

by Rinder, Leilani

  THE COMING OF ANNA

  BY

  LEILANI RINDER

  The Manhattan Series

  Volume I

  Second Edition

  The Coming of Anna

  Written by

  Leilani Rinder

  Text copyright © 2012

  Leilani Rinder

  All Rights Reserved

  First edition: 2012

  Second edition: 2013

  Cover by William Nowers

  To my husband who not only taught me to love, but how to live.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  PREFACE

  BEING SINGLE SUCKS

  AN UNEXPECTED KNOCK AT THE DOOR

  THE MORNING AFTER

  A PERFECT FIRST DATE

  CAN I PICK YOU UP?

  AS TIME GOES BY

  OLD FRIENDS

  A RUDE AWAKENING

  FACING THE PAST

  TENDER LOVING CARE

  TRUTH BE TOLD

  AND THEN CAME ANNA

  EPILOGUE

  PREFACE

  This is the story of Anna. Anna’s husband leaves her and she feels worthless and broken. Their children are grown up and moved out on their own. So him moving out leaves her alone and vulnerable. Enter Anton. Being alone is very difficult for Anna and she finds herself falling for Anton. Is it love or is she just on the rebound? Then she finds out a devastating secret about her estranged husband. This secret can destroy her life. Is Anton there to stand by her or is he only going to use her like her husband did?

  Anna’s husband was always very cold towards her. She always believed herself to be a warm and caring woman. But after her divorce Anna finds herself to be frigid and she cannot understand how she could now have lost all feelings of sexuality. Will she ever be able to overcome her coldness regarding sex? Especially when she finds out that Anton had also been keeping secrets from her. Will she trust again?

  One night a stranger knocks at her door. Anna, who has always been seen by everybody (even herself) as a good girl, does not feel ashamed of baring herself literally and figuratively to another person. For the first time in her life Anna starts discovering herself and she likes what she finds.

  At first glance Anna seems to be a woman without morals. But she is not. Anna has just learnt to live an authentic life in which she does not hide herself behind a mask anymore – at least not as far as the man she loves is concerned.

  Dating and sex after divorce is a minefield. Anna does a few things right but like all of us she also makes many mistakes.

  Anna discovers not only herself but also has to deal with the secrets others keep – even murder.

  Will she learn to love again, or is she bound to be hurt over and over again?

  BEING SINGLE SUCKS

  Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Anna. Yes, simple, common Anna. No, not some exotic name as one would imagine you would find in a story about something as exotic as sex and relationships. Just Anna.

  I am a young, vibrant woman. Yes, I am in my forties (I am not going to tell you how far into my forties, though). Granted, it does not sound young but I definitely do not feel old. To me my divorce has just marked my coming of age.

  What do I do for a living? I teach. A noble profession, some say. I can tell you, it sucks almost as much as being single. So I guess my life at this point kind of double sucks, since being a single teacher makes me the one everything is required from. When there is some function at school, I am asked to oversee everything, since my married colleagues have families they have to tend to. The fact that I have children, even though they are grown-up, does not count. Since I do not have a ring on my finger, it can be expected from me to fill in the gaps everybody else leave because of their multitude of family responsibilities.

  The younger, unmarried teachers do not get asked either. The only thing expected from them, is to be dating so they can also become part of the married inner circle.

  So why is it not expected of me to be dating, you might ask. Well, being over forty, a mother and already exchanged by a man for a younger version, you are now expected to live your life like a nun, in service of others and just grateful for the opportunity to do so.

  Other people’s view of you as a sexual being differs. Some, mostly women your age, view you as being on the prowl for a replacement for the husband you have lost. (It is not that I really lost him; he just removed himself from my life.)

  In the end, the one conclusion I have come to is that even though it sucks being single, being in a bad marriage, sucks even more than going through life alone.

  After the break-up of my marriage to Mark, I found a friend whom I came to rely on more than I maybe should have. Anton was a colleague. Being with him alleviated the loneliness for a while. But that relationship did not last. I truly believe that I am better off without him.

  I am not looking for another relationship. My marriage was a disaster that never should have happened. The only good things that ever came from that were my two children. I now know that Mark really was not the man for me. I tried to convince myself for many years that he was my soul mate. The truth of the matter is that I did not want to admit failure. I did not want to admit to the fact that I had made a mistake in getting married to him.

  The one relationship I had after our separation, also ended in a bad way. Anton really hurt me and I ended up leaving the school I was very happy at just to get away from him.

  So here I am: single, but not desperate; alone, but not lonely. I will not say no to love if it comes my way but I am not going out there looking for it. If I am supposed to love again, it will have to come and find me.

  AN UNEXPECTED KNOCK AT THE DOOR

  A really long day is coming to a close. The kids are writing exams and the marking is stacked high on my dining-room table. I kick off my shoes and cannot wait to get the bra off which have been strangling me since just after second interval. I step out of all my clothes and the feeling of freedom while I am standing naked in front of my wardrobe, makes me feel like not putting on anything before I start with my evening’s work. But the vision of myself sitting in my birthday suit while grading papers makes me smile and blush just a little. Very quickly and without thinking I grab a pair of boxers I usually sleep in and a t-shirt from the front of my wardrobe.

  I feel free but alone and the night is still young. My thoughts are confused as to what to do. I know I need to start on my work but I am so tired after a long day at work that I feel like just taking a break for once.

  I jump as I hear a knock at the front door. Who can it be? I can hardly remember the last time anyone knocked at my door. Even though I am always available for anyone at school, I make sure that nobody has my home address. I need some privacy, some time to myself.

  I open the door and my mouth falls open in amazement.

  “Come on, Anna, behave yourself. Close your mouth and greet the man,” I scold myself.

  Standing in front of me is a well-dressed man with a likeable smile. My mind goes from salesman to politician. He is too well dressed to be one of those youngsters who come knocking with questionnaires and end up trying to convince you to change your long-distance provider; or whatever type of provider he is working for that week. He also does not seem like the type to go cold canvassing to sell insurance. I put my money on politician. He may be starting early, canvassing for some votes.

  He introduces himself as Thomas and says: "For some unknown reason I had an urge to knock on your door.”

  “Hi, I’m Anna. Come inside.”

  I can hardly believe I just did that. But for some strange reason it feels like I know him. In fact, it feels like I have know
n him for a very long time.

  We sit and talk. The hours fly by while we talk about everything... and nothing. I soon find out that he is not a politician and he did not knock on my door to sell me anything; although secretly I wish he had. Then I can buy something and call him in a few days to say I have a problem with it. I smile on the inside at my silly thoughts.

  I can hardly believe my own ears when I hear myself sharing so much about myself, my family, my job, even some secrets with this man I have never laid eyes on until a few hours ago. We drink coffee and later the coffee is exchanged for a bottle of wine. We eat some frozen pizza that I quickly heat up in the oven. We cannot seem to keep our eyes off each other and I for one definitely do not want this night to end.

  One reads so much about strangers invading single women’s houses, raping them, killing them. I am supposed to be an example to others. Now I invited a complete stranger into my house for no apparent reason.

  Thomas leans forward and places his hand on my thigh.

  “Thank you for being so nice. I still have no idea why I knocked on your door this afternoon. I just went for a walk to wipe the cobwebs from my mind. How was I to know that I would see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen? And then, knocking on your door, the nicest person with the most beautiful heart I have met in a long time, answers.”

  I do not know what to say. I have felt unappreciated and unnoticed for so long. I look at him and realise that I have no panties underneath my boxers. I see Thomas’ eyes looking at my pussy as I know my boxers are not covering all of me. I know I should move my legs to cover myself. I should get up and go put on something else. But it feels like the lounge room has become a cocoon where only the two of us exist.

  I can feel a wetness coming from between my legs. What is wrong with me? This is so unlike me that I am starting to scare myself a bit.

  I lean over and give him a kiss on his cheek. He puts a hand behind my head and draws my lips close to his. We kiss with adventure, excitement and pleasure, our tongues deep inside each other’s mouth.

  I did not realise Thomas’ hand had moved underneath my t-shirt, holding onto my breast. As the sensation of his warm hand on my skin enters my mind, it seems so natural for me to place my hand on his, holding it to my breast. Slowly his hand starts stroking my breast. He squeezes my breast and pinches my nipple with just enough pressure to make me feel the heat rise from my loins.

  He looks at me and says: “I want to undress you properly.”

  With this he slips both his hands to the bottom of my t-shirt, lifting it over my head in one movement. I keep looking into his eyes as he throws the shirt in one of the darker corners of the room. I transfer my body from sitting up to lie down on my back. I did not feel him remove my boxers.

  I watch as Thomas quickly undresses. I can see that he desires more than kissing or touching my boobs.

  Again we kiss until our lips burn with passion. I feel Thomas’ hand slowly move down my stomach. His fingers trace circles across my tummy, reaching my breasts and then going down again, getting closer and closer towards my wet pussy. Thomas is starting to drive me crazy with me wanting him to enter my wet passage.

  I hold his hand and move it down to my clit, whilst widening my legs to give him easy access. Thomas takes control again by teasing my wet pussy lips, stroking the left side and then the right side, very gently.

  By now I am so wet that my sweet juices are dripping from deep inside me. His fingers have easy access inside me, pushing in and out of me. Even just this simple movement is giving me so much excitement.

  Our lips are sore and are only torn apart so Thomas can move down between my thighs, first kissing both my breasts and then my stomach on his way down.

  I am excited; I know what is coming.

  I feel the juices coming from my pussy, dripping down towards my anal entry door. Thomas’ tongue moves to my wet clit. He licks my excess juices with his tongue, every time ensuring he reaches my anal door. My whole body jerks with excitement. I want so badly to please him but now he concentrates on just pleasing me. He places his tongue inside of me, moving it from side to side. Then he moves his tongue up to my clit again, searching for my special spot of excitement.

  He lifts his head to look at me and say: “Anna, I thought your mouth was soft, but your pussy is like velvet. You are so clean shaven and open.”

  With that he runs his tongue back down from my clit across my pussy opening for more of my juices. My body quivers as he runs his tongue up and down, in and out, and then takes his time teasing my clit. It fuels the fire within me even more. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my thighs sticky with my own excess juices. I cannot control myself and start to rhythmically rotate my pelvis to push against his tongue, which is now darting in a horizontal motion across my clit at a faster rate. I know the time is near as I start to moan louder and louder. The next moment I cum straight into Thomas’ waiting mouth.

  Thomas lifts himself on his arms and moves his body over mine. He pushes his dick into me with one hard movement... we simply do it.

  Afterwards I fall asleep on the couch with his arms around me as the sound of his deep, peaceful breathing washes over me.

  THE MORNING AFTER

  I am sitting in class. Yesterday, I was overworked and tense and stressed out. Today I am relaxed like only a woman can be who had the enjoyment of having more than one orgasm the night before. How can I describe it? It is like standing under a cool waterfall on a hot day, having no care in the world and having every sign of stress or trouble washed away from you.

  My phone rings and I see his name and the picture I took of him last night, appear on the screen. Thomas. My heart flutters and I feel a warm glow rising from my feet when I reach to pick it up.

  “Hello? Anna speaking.” It is barely a whisper.

  “Hello. Remember me?”

  “Thomas! Of course! How could I ever forget you? How are you this morning?”

  “I’m fine. In fact, I am more than fine. I rang your phone earlier but it was switched off. Then I rang the school office and they told me you have an interval at 11a.m. Don’t worry, I told them I was one of the parents ringing and that I will call back later. I think I already know you well enough to know that you will not want to have your private life flaunted in front of the whole school.”

  “You guessed right there. You have never seen a gossip machine like this staffroom. And even these kids take hold of any morsel of information they have about your private life and turn it into something for them to talk about in class so they manage to get your focus off your actual schoolwork. Thank you for understanding. I really appreciate it.”

  “Well, Miss Teacher. I am calling to ask if this naughty boy can pick you up for dinner tonight. I was thinking about that pizza you made us last night and that definitely deserves a meal at a good restaurant. Would you prefer Italian or Mexican? Or do you like Chinese food more?”

  I cannot help but smile about his reference to the frozen pizza. It must have been the worst meal ever. It was frozen, I prepared it in the hot oven but we ended up having very little of it. We were talking too much to really take any notice of the pizza that went from frozen to hot to cold again. And when the talking stopped, our hands and bodies did the talking for us and the hunger within was sated with something other than food.

  Without realizing he is using some really good sales tactics on me in not allowing me to say no, I reply: “Italian food makes you fat and Chinese make the best take-out. So I think for tonight it should be some spicy Mexican. Or what do you think?”

  “Then Mexican it will be, my sweet lady. Pick you up at seven.”

  It becomes quiet around me as I hear the line die down. I can still hear his warm voice in my ear and it drowns out the noise of the rowdy children outside on the school playground.

  Even though I do not normally go to the staffroom during interval unless there is an impromptu staff meeting, I had arranged with the office that I will not b
e in the staffroom today. I said I need to catch up on some admin. Truth be told, I do need to catch up on some of the marking I did not do last night. But my mind is not with those unmarked scripts at all. I can only see his handsome face in front of me. I remember his dark hair with the wayward lock that keeps falling over his forehead, his brooding dark eyes and the dimple in his chin.

  As the memories of last night start coming back to me, I can feel myself getting excited again. I can hear the beating of my racing heart in my ears. My hands become sweaty and my breathing becomes shallow. I am lying on the couch again with Thomas’ hands stroking my breasts, my belly and then exploring further to find the moist spot between my legs.

  I can hear him breathing as his lips softly stroke my neck and he whispers: “Anna, you are so beautiful.”

  With the memories of all this flooding over me, my hand reaches down to my wet pussy without me even realizing it. My eyes are closed as I lie back in my chair. The work on the desk in front of me temporarily forgotten as I remember what he sounded like, what he felt like, what he smelt like, what he looked like. I lift my skirt and my hand reaches inside my panties as if it was him guiding it. I start stroking myself. My fingers softly move in a circular motion over my clit. As I get more excited, my fingers press down harder. I can feel my climax coming closer...

  “Miss, the bell rang. Open the door!”

  The loud noise of children knocking on the door and insisting on coming inside, drags me back to reality in an instant. Oh damn! I pull my clothes straight.

  “I am coming!” I holler back at them.