The Coming of Anna (The Manhattan Series)

by Rinder, Leilani

  I can’t help but smile at the irony of my words when I take a wet wipe from the canister in my desk drawer and clean my hands. Yes, your teacher was close to cumming when you knocked at her door. I open the door to let my student in. Let this day go by quickly!

  **********

  While the students listen to a reading of their prescribed novel, I stand in the back of the classroom, resting my head against the wall. Can this be the same woman who, not so long ago, said her life revolves around nothing but her two children and her job? Is it the same woman who thought that her body would never react to the touch of a man?

  Everything that has been happening since that knock on my front door last night, feels surreal. It feels like I am dreaming. But it is not that I can’t wake up, I don’t want to. I take my phone and look at the picture of Thomas again. He is real; he really was there, making love to me last night. And I will be seeing him again in only a few hours...

  A PERFECT FIRST DATE

  Thomas looks handsome in his open-collar shirt and long pants. In his hands he holds a box of chocolates and a beautiful bouquet of white lilies.

  “Not red roses?” I chuckle.

  “No red roses - white St Joseph’s lilies, the symbol of purity and truth. Because from the first moment we met, you shared with me your true self, holding nothing back.”

  The way he looks into my eyes makes me feel like I am melting. He bends over and our lips touch softly. We stand like that for what feels like forever. Then his mouth opens over mine and he kisses me deeply.

  Out of breath, I struggle to say, “Let me just get these into water. Then we can go.”

  I almost run from the door because I know if he kissed me like that for just a minute longer, we will never go to the restaurant. How can I resist this man who has come into my life barely twenty-four hours ago? I can hardly function when he is around me, yet I never feel more focused than when he is within arm’s reach. Why am I acting like this? Why am I feeling this way?

  We sit in the close comfort of his car as he glides through traffic on our way to the restaurant.

  “Can I hold the lady’s hand on our first date? I did bring chocolates and flowers, you know.”

  I laugh and the conversation remains light as I lay my hand in his; his other hand on the steering wheel.

  The Chilli Jungle is a pleasant surprise. Other than the name, there is nothing resembling a jungle. The tables are set in a cheerful red, black and white theme. A mariachi band is playing in the corner. It makes the atmosphere inside the restaurant cheerful but at the same time romantic.

  A waiter dressed in a traditional Mexican outfit leads us to a table in a quiet corner. The table is round and I am glad because I do not like sitting across from someone at a table. I want to sit next to him so we can have a conversation. The idea of being in such close proximity to Thomas all during dinner excites me. He orders a jug of Sangria for us to share. He takes my hand under the table and our eyes meet - spellbound.

  “Now, Miss Lemar, I think it is time for us to really get to know each other. You fascinate me. I could not stop thinking about you all day. I want you to tell me everything there is to know about you – the good, the bad and the ugly.”

  We spend the rest of the night talking. There is not much we feel that we cannot talk about. We have shared so much. The night we spent together is still fresh in my mind. At times I can hardly concentrate on what Thomas is saying to me. My mind keeps drifting back to the time we spent in each other’s arms. I cannot help but remember each second of passion we shared.

  He tells me about his parents. His father was a carpenter and his mother a housewife who spent her days caring for her husband and children. Thomas is the oldest of five children. His one brother died in a car accident at the age of nineteen and that caused Thomas to determine to live every day to the full. He adores his other brother and his two sisters.

  After school he wanted to join his father in his carpentry business so he could help provide for his mother and his siblings. But his parents would not hear of this. They had carefully squirreled some money away over the years in order to allow their children to provide the best future for themselves. First they had him travel the world to experience life through the eyes of other cultures. Upon his return Thomas went to college, where he became a business graduate. Today he runs a successful manufacturing business. They produce wooden furniture. I guess he could not leave the carpentry behind completely. He has offices from where orders from across the world are taken and once the goods are ready to be shipped, the delivery and payment process is being administrated. Then there is also a factory building where the loving art creating beautiful pieces from raw wood, is exercised. I can picture him in his business, giving orders and sometimes rolling up his sleeves, lending a hand to make some exquisitely carved table or dresser. I take his hand in mine and stroke his long, well-formed fingers. It is clear he looks after himself but on the insides of his hands, I can also feel the calluses; calluses he got from making raw wood into beautiful pieces of art.

  As he talks, his voice washes over me. I have only known him for twenty-four hours and I have not found one thing about him I don’t like. Can it be that I am falling in love?

  I feel the blood draining from my face at this thought. I have spent most of my life running from getting too close to anyone. My life has been a picture of rejection and hurt and that made me a real sceptic. In fact, it was barely a week ago that I told a colleague at my new school that I intended never to get married again. I was enjoying single life and the ability to do what I liked, when I liked, too much. I was not going to complicate my life with a man’s agenda again.

  And what was happening to me now? I feel like Thomas had come and with one kiss literally swept me off my feet. What is happening to me? Who is this woman who is allowing a man to come and inhabit every part of her?

  “Why are you looking at me like that? I can see you haven’t heard a word I have just said,” he laughs.

  I blush and say: “I was just thinking how funny life can sometimes be. Yesterday morning I left for school, not even knowing of your existence. One knock on my front door changed all that. Now I can hardly think back on my life before that knock. Has it really only been a day?”

  He laughs.

  “I feel the same way. My days have always been filled with work and family. I cannot tell you how many girls my friends have tried to set me up with. To me it was just not important. I did not want to complicate my life with a woman and maybe even children. All I wanted was to build a successful business. All I was doing was to go for a walk to clear my head. I did not realize how far I had walked and when I heard a noise I looked up and saw you get out of your car, your arms full of books. I was standing across the street from your house for about ten minutes before I walked over and knocked.”

  He laughs when he continues: “I must sound like a textbook stalker. You could have just slammed the door in my face – or worse, never even answered the door when I knocked! Today was the first day I could not concentrate on my work at all.”

  His eyebrows lift and he looks a bit shy when he tells me about his secretary’s reaction: “You should have seen the look on my secretary’s face when I told her I am leaving early because I have a date. She could not even utter a goodbye.”

  “Do you mean to tell me that you have never been in a serious relationship in all your life?” I ask, stunned.

  “No, I have been. Once, many years ago, I was married. However, it was long ago and seems like it was in another life. Since then I have lived for my business. In a way, my employees have been my family. Hey, don’t look so worried. I am telling you, that all changed since yesterday.”

  This time I am the one leaning in to kiss him. I feel lightheaded. This is all happening too fast.

  “So now you know as much about Thomas Coaster as anyone I know. Except maybe for the readers of my business prospectus,” he smiles. “Now it is your turn. What is the story behind Ann
a Lemar?”

  I start telling him about myself. I share with him all the trivial facts that anyone with Google should be able to find online. But talking about the things closest to my heart is still too difficult, so I avoid it. And the thing I avoid talking about the most are my emotions that made a complete change in direction the moment he knocked on my door last night.

  Even though I have been married before, I know that I have never been in love. I have suffered from a few acute cases of puppy love and I got married too young.

  We did the things married people do and everybody thought we were the perfect couple. But what nobody outside of our household knew: there was never any real passion. The only time Mark was ever passionate, was when he was beating me.

  Making love was something we did because that is what is expected from people who are married. My body often told me I needed more than I was getting. Apparently having sex every two or three weeks was more than enough for Mark. I threw myself into bringing up our children and my career. At first I did some menial office jobs but by the time the kids were toddlers, I decided to apply for a bursary to study part-time. It took almost six years of hard work during the day, caring for my husband and children in the evenings and then study most of the night before I could call myself a teacher. In all this time the needs of my body did not go unnoticed by me but if I wanted to survive a loveless marriage, I had to ignore it.

  Even thinking about making love, makes me want Thomas again. But I try to ignore this and ask, “Can I ask you a very personal question?”

  He laughs again: “Of course, my lovely lady. What is it you would like to know?”

  I blush.

  “How often do you make love to a woman?”

  “Well now, that is a difficult one to answer. I guess if I was ever in a serious relationship, I would have to say every day. With my life the way it has been up to now, I can honestly say very few and far between. But I have a feeling that that is going to change from now on.”

  “What do you mean, change?”

  “My sweet Anna, haven’t you realized by now? You have changed my life in less than a day. I do not know what is happening to me but one thing I can tell you, I want to see where this thing between us is going. I am a businessman and once I decide I want something, I go straight for it. I am not one to play games in life. Life is too short to waste any of it. I knew I wanted you since the moment I saw you get out of your car. Can you deal with that?”

  “Yes, I can. If you will be able to deal with me,” I smile at him as he leans in for another kiss.

  During dessert he puts his hand on my knee under the table. I feel his strong fingers massage my knee and then slowly move higher up my thigh. I smile and remove my shoe. I lift my leg and put my foot in his lap. Slowly, I massage his crotch with my foot while I keep looking into his eyes. Even though I find it hard to concentrate on everything I am saying, I keep the conversation going. I feel him harden under the stroking movements of my foot, as he takes my foot and presses it hard against him...

  **********

  It has been a long day and the Sangria we had during dinner only makes me feel even more relaxed and a bit sleepy. The curtain is not completely closed and the moonlight casts a glow over our naked bodies. I can see Thomas studying me, watching the rise and fall of my breasts as I breathe.

  Drawing him close to me, I feel his gentle touch as he lightly brushes my shoulder with his fingertips and trails a path down my arm to my side. His fingers follow the curves of my body. Softly he kisses my forehead and then his lips trace the contour down my cheek to my neck.

  He breaks his kiss and we gaze into each other’s eyes as we read each other in the moonlight. The understanding between us runs deep and there's no need for either of us to speak.

  He moves over me and his naked body on mine stimulates my every nerve to stand at attention. He kisses my neck again and then his kisses move lower to my breasts. He cups one, twisting the nipple ever so slightly. The other he lightly sucks and bites on. This drives me wild. I arch my body towards him and it feels like he devours each breast. More aggressively than the night before, he starts kissing lower, with light nibbles over my navel, sending tingles through me running all the way to my clit.

  My mind is already going where Thomas has not gone yet. I can hardly wait to feel him licking and sucking my hot, wet slit. He goes down between my thighs and licks the inside of each one. Shivers run down my spine and I reach down to guide him but he takes my hands and slips them underneath me.

  For the first time since coming to bed, Thomas speaks: “Do not move your hands.”

  His tone is forceful and I obey as his tongue slices me in two, licking and dividing my pussy lips in search of that one special spot. My hips grind towards his tongue as he licks deep and his hot tongue enters the wet, hollow darkness inside me. My pussy now oozes with desire as his tongue penetrates me, making me crave his throbbing cock. Thomas takes his masterful tongue and flicks my clit. The intensity of the feelings he awakes in me makes my body writhe and arch as I beg him for more.

  “Please, Thomas, don’t stop.”

  He obliges and persists in moving the sharp point of his tongue all around and over my clit, flicking it and sucking it. I feel his moans against my most sensitive parts more than I hear them; I am so close to cumming.

  Thomas suddenly leaves my throbbing hot pussy. He turns me over, lifting me by my waist to make me bend in front of him. My arms and legs shake as I stand on my hands and knees in front of him. I feel his hands caress my soft butt cheeks for just a second. I know he is looking at my rosy butt and he can see the slit of my wet pussy open to him. He thrusts his rock-hard cock inside me so hard that I cry out, not from pain but from the sudden ecstasy of feeling his chiselled cock enter me. I feel his cock hit the back wall of my pussy and I cannot help but push back even harder to feel him hit my inside walls and drive me to the brink of overwhelming ecstasy. His hands hold onto my hips as he pumps me and rocks my world. I am so turned on by the force of this strong, powerful man behind me.

  A new sensation intensifies within me as he holds my hip with one hand and laces his other hand through my hair as he thrusts even deeper and harder into me. I cannot stop myself from cumming as my muscles contract with every thrust. I am cumming, my juices pouring out of me and saturating his cock. I feel my juices dripping down his balls. I cannot hold back and scream his name.

  His next thrust into me causes his sweet surrender to the ecstasy he now also feels as he collapses over my back. Both our bodies are shaking from the intensity of the moment. We both collapse onto the bed.

  I relax in his arms as he cradles my body with his.

  “Anna, you drive me wild. That was just incredible. You are so perfect.”

  **********

  Deep in the night, long after we made love, we lie in each other’s arms.

  “Tell me about your marriage. Why did it break up?”

  I am stunned by his sudden question. I have never really discussed my marriage with anyone but my divorce attorney. But for some reason I now feel comfortable telling Thomas about my marriage to Mark.

  “My divorce became final almost two years ago. I was married for almost twenty years. Mark was a hard, unfeeling man. Initially he was good to me. But that only lasted the first few months. The moment the novelty of being newly-wed had worn off, he decided to live his life like a young, unmarried man again.”

  Thomas sighs: “Unfortunately, that is the kind of disrespect so many young men show their wives. It is like an illness. Sorry, I did not mean to interrupt. Continue.”

  Without feeling self-conscious about sharing so much about myself, I continue in an even voice: “I might have been able to live with his philandering but the abuse was more than I could handle. It started out as pure physical abuse. One afternoon he came home from work and his dinner was not yet ready. He took his belt off and started belting me. He mostly kept to my legs, my back and my backside and he did not stop unt
il he was completely exhausted. He did not say a word as he left the kitchen. He left me there on the kitchen floor, crying and cowering against the oven door.”

  “Oh God, no!” Thomas exclaims in horror.

  “He went and had a shower. When he came into the kitchen again he ignored me still collapsed on the floor and started talking to me as if nothing had happened. The welts were sore and a few had started making bloody streaks against my clothes. He ignored it, so I got up from the floor and in a daze I finished cooking his meal. After what had happened I did not feel like eating but one look from him and I knew if I did not force myself to eat, I will have to face the consequences.”

  “Anna, why did you not leave him immediately?”

  “I thought about it. However, as I told you before, my parents had died just after I finished school. I had nowhere to go and the only people I knew were the people I worked with. Once I told one of the women there. She then told me about her husband hitting her. She was a few years older than I was and in some way, I suppose I modelled myself after her. Therefore, in my mind I thought if she stayed, that is what I should do as well. I had not formed any real friendships with anyone else and I was too young and inexperienced at life to realize that her marriage was as unhealthy as mine was. Today I know one of the reasons Mark married me was because he knew I had no-one but him. It was easy for him to completely control my life, since I really had nobody I could turn to. He also made sure that he took all my money every month as soon as I got paid. He said it was for household expenses but I have no idea what he did with it. We always seemed to be in some kind of financial trouble.”

  “The other reason I did not leave him then was that I thought it would never happen again. The day after it happened the first time, he came home with flowers. It was the first time in my life I got flowers from anyone. He was so apologetic and said he was under a lot of stress at work and that he just wanted me to have his dinner done by the time he gets home from work. As long as I did that, he would never lift a hand to me again. I believed him.”