Sexy Love

by Michelle Leyland

  “It’s okay, I understand,” she says but her eyes fill with disappointment and sadness and I feel so bad. I can’t stand that I’ve had to ruin our date by cutting it short and leaving her.

  I throw on my leather jacket and get out my wallet, “don’t worry about the cost, I’ll pay for everything.”

  She takes the money I offer her and looks dejected.

  “It’s going to be so embarrassing sitting here eating on my own,” she says.

  “I know. I’m really sorry,” I say guiltily. I know it will look bad to everyone in the restaurant, leaving my girlfriend stranded on her own when we’re obviously on a date.

  “You should ring Sarah or Kat to come over,” I suggest. “They can even have my desert or meet you for drinks at the bar?”

  She looks a little relieved at the idea, “yeah, that sounds like a plan. Besides, it would be awful to waste your chocolate fudge cake.”

  We share a smile and I wish more than anything I could stay with her. We were both looking forward to the desert.

  “I’ll make it up to you,” I promise. “Bye Star, I’ll call you later.”

  I feel bad as I call for a taxi and wait for it to arrive. This situation has happened a few times in the past and it makes me a little nervous. I don’t want it to cause trouble like it has before. I don’t want my job to get in the way of Starlet because she’s too important to lose. I want our relationship to work so much. It stings my heart just to think if one day she might ask me to choose between us and my job, just like Nicola had…

  I see the taxi arrive and get inside, giving him an address for a pub near to our base instead, since the location has to be kept a secret at all times. I try not to feel too sad as I stare out of the window thinking. Starlet wouldn’t really do the same, would she? She has the same job as me too, so she understands what it means to both of us. I really don’t want to give it up and I’d do anything to keep Starlet as my girlfriend.

  It had hurt me pretty bad when Nicola and I broke up and I had missed her so much. However, there’s no way I could ever get over Starlet and find another girlfriend to replace her. Being madly in love with someone makes doing that way too difficult.

  I still feel guilty later on and text her to check she’s okay and if someone is there with her.

  She replies back five minutes later:

  Yeah Im fine. Sarah came straight ovr and had ur desert wen it arrived. She says thanx it was the best cake shes ever had. Were goin 2 c a movie so I’ll be bck later xxxxx

  I feel relieved that it worked out okay for her, but I can’t help feeling a little jealous that I wasn’t the one eating chocolate fudge cake with her. I feel happy that Starlet is still having a good time though and that her and Sarah will have fun.

  Chapter 16

  We’re mostly swamped with work for the next two weeks, but I make time to take Starlet out for another meal as promised, and luckily neither of us gets called in.

  We don’t really see much of each other after that, with things being really busy, but I eventually get to invite Starlet over to my place.

  We watch a new DVD in my bedroom and end up making out on my bed half way through and forgetting about it.

  “Your toned arms are so hot,” she tells me, running her fingers over the top of my left arm. “Do you work out?”

  “I just hit the gym with Mick once a week,” I answer, pleased at the compliment.

  She starts to run her fingers over my chest instead as we start to kiss passionately. I take off my black t-shirt and let her run her fingertips against my skin as she continues. It feels so good having her hands all over me, and when she kisses along my chest it gets me turned on. She’s only kissing my skin softly but it still has a big impact and I breathe hard.

  I can’t take it anymore and flip her underneath me, kissing her passionately on the lips before working down to her neck and chest. She moans a little when I pull down her t-shirt a little more and kiss just over the top of her bra.

  “Can I take it off?” I ask her, wishing I could kiss even more of her.

  “Okay,” she answers breathless.

  I pull off her t-shirt and continue kissing where I was before while she lays back and enjoys it. I move down to kiss below her bra too and work along the sides of her waist. By now she’s moaning even more, really turned on. I kiss over the top of her jeans teasingly and she buries her head into my pillow to muffle how loud she’s getting. I really wish I could rip off the rest of her clothes and make love to her hard right now, the way we’re both longing to.

  “Star, do you feel ready?” I dare to ask her.

  “No, not yet,” she answers, a little anxiety in her voice at the thought of us going all the way.

  “Okay, I’ll stop,” I say regrettably.

  She snuggles up to me again as we watch the rest of the movie and I have to try to calm down, feeling really frustrated. I’ll definitely need to do myself once she goes back to her flat.

  For the rest of the week I can’t stop wanting to be with her. I’m going crazy with desire after our intense make out session the last time I saw her. I’m dying to taste her body on my lips again. I don’t know how I manage to wait three days until we finally have some alone time together in her room.

  I kiss her hungrily and we’re soon taking off each other’s clothes as we make out passionately. I pull off my jeans and French kiss her, loving the feel of her body so close to mine. She even lets me take off her jeans too and we make out in our underwear. Our kisses are deep and our bodies are entwined so close that I can feel every part of her against me.

  I start to kiss her neck and feel so hard, especially listening to her moan with pleasure. I’m so excited I’m almost digging into her thong, pressed against the place where I want to be.

  I kiss along her neck harder as I’m overcome with desire and she moans with how good it is. Her breath catches and she struggles to breathe, and that’s when I suddenly feel that her thong is now very wet, more than before.

  She pulls away from me, looking shocked and still breathless, “Oh my God, was that…?”

  I’m almost as surprised as her and grin answering, “Yeah it was.”

  I can’t believe that just happened. Did I really make her have an orgasm? Before we’d even had sex?

  She looks away, feeling shy and her face flushed. She lies back on the bed again to catch her breath, “wow that was amazing.”

  I smile again feeling really chuffed, and she snuggles into me, hiding her face into my chest.

  I stroke her hair as she stays quiet.

  “I’m really pleased that you did, it’s great to be able to do that to you,” I whisper in her ear and kiss gently along her neck again.

  She giggles and looks up at me.

  “You know you already turn me on so much,” she says and stares up into my eyes. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, Star,” I reply and kiss her romantically.

  We carry on with our passionate make out session where we left off and I can’t help wanting to make her have another one.

  She buries her head into my chest again, breathing hard.

  “Rickie, we need to stop,” she whispers.

  I hold her close, the urge to make love to her getting stronger, “I don’t ever want us to stop.”

  I kiss her and she responds for a while, but then she parts from my lips and our foreheads touch.

  “I don’t think I’ll be able to say no if you keep turning me on like this,” she admits quietly, “and I’m still not ready.”

  My heart beats faster and I sigh, really struggling not to rip off her remaining underwear. “You can’t tell me there’s a chance I can or I won’t ever be able to hold myself back,” I whisper to her. It’s so difficult to fight it when I love her and want her so much.

  We share an intense gaze, both of us fighting the urge to carry on making out until we end up doing it in her bed. I hold my breath, knowing that if she comes a little bit closer or kisses me
then there’s no way I can resist her any longer.

  “I’m sorry,” she apologises sadly and moves away, putting some distance between us.

  I finally breathe, feeling disappointed that it’s not happening.

  “It’s okay,” I reply, although it’s pretty much killing me. “I’d feel bad if I pressured you into it before you’re ready.”

  “You’re really sweet waiting for me like this,” she says gratefully. “I appreciate it.”

  I just smile and try not to mind.

  “I could make it up to you,” she says flirtatiously, putting her arms around my neck and getting close to me again.

  That gets my interest straight away.

  “What do you have in mind?” I flirt back, holding her.

  She kisses me passionately and then lets her hand slide down my chest and into my boxers. I’m stunned by her sudden move on me and moan a little with pleasure as I feel her touch. I can’t believe she’s going to give me a hand job. She slowly feels me at first and then massages it with her finger tips as she starts doing it. I breathe hard, enjoying how amazing it feels.

  She entwines her body into mine as if we’re having sex and I move against her. It feels a lot better this way and almost like the real thing.

  I tell her when to start going faster and soon my eyes roll back with pleasure and I go off.

  I’m still breathless as I lie on the bed beside her, cuddling her close.

  “You’re really good,” I say, impressed. “You must have done that before.”

  She shakes her head, smiling shyly, “that was the first.”

  I kiss her gratefully, feeling a lot better.

  Chapter 17

  Two weeks later we’re eating lunch together at the cafeteria.

  “Rickie, do you know what day it is today?” she asks, smiling teasingly at me and hoping that I know.

  That’s when I suddenly realise and smile.

  “It’s our three month anniversary,” I answer. “Whoa, can you believe we’ve been together that long? It’s gone by way too fast.”

  “Yeah, I guess it has,” she agrees and holds my hand across the table, staring into my eyes lovingly. “I’ve loved every second of it.”

  “Me too,” I reply. “Happy three month anniversary, babe.”

  We laugh at how silly it is. I’m really happy we’ve got to this point, but we’re definitely not one of those couples who make a big deal out of being together for another whole week or month. I mean, once we reach half a year then that will be kind of important, especially with it being my longest relationship record. I guess the first half year is kind of a big deal for a new couple before it goes to yearly anniversaries.

  “I can’t believe you’ve put up with me for this long,” I joke.

  She smiles, “well I’m really lucky to be your girlfriend. I still feel really excited about it, even though we’ve been together a while now.”

  “You’re sweet,” I say, feeling happy that she still feels that way, “and I feel like the luckiest guy ever to be with the sexiest dancer in the whole city.”

  We share a quick kiss and then we say goodbye as she heads off back to work. I finish the rest of my lunch, feeling excited to see her again later.

  I go over to her flat after we’ve finished work and we’re soon making out in her bedroom, getting way too passionate. I’m dying to have sex with her but I hold myself back, used to doing it by now. She looks so sexy in her black and purple lacy bra and matching thong, and I kiss her almost all over listening to her moan.

  “Rickie, I think I’m ready,” she suddenly says.

  I look up at her in surprise, taking in what she just said.

  “Really?” I ask, unable to believe this is finally going to happen.

  “We’ve waited three months now and it just feels right,” she answers, “but I’m still nervous. What if it really hurts?”

  “You’ll be fine,” I reassure her. “If it gets too much then we’ll stop, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Don’t worry, just relax. We’ll take it slow.”

  After we’ve made love for the first time, I lie back on her bed, feeling stunned and out of breath. I can’t believe we’ve finally had sex and it felt so amazing.

  “I love you, Star,” I say, putting my arms around her again.

  “I love you too,” she says, happily snuggling into my chest.

  “Are you feeling alright?” I ask her gently.

  I feel worried because I know it hurt her being the first time, no matter how slow or gentle I was.

  “I’m ok. I feel so weird,” she answers, “and it’s still sore.”

  I stroke her hair, wishing I could make her feel better, and kiss her lips.

  I thought finally having sex with her would sort of cure these wild cravings I have for her, but it just seems to make them worse. Now that I’ve had a taste at how amazingly good it is, I constantly want it again.

  She comes over to my flat the next night and I drag her off to my bedroom, pulling her onto the bed and kissing her passionately. She sinks down onto the covers with me, her arms around my neck.

  “You’re the first girl I’ve brought back here,” I tell her, feeling excited that I’ll finally be able to have sex with a girlfriend in my own bed.

  “Really?” she asks, looking a little unsure.

  “Yeah; I couldn’t bring any of my previous girlfriends here, the base is top secret,” I explain. “You’re the first freedom fighter I’ve been with.”

  “I guess that’s a relief,” she answers. “I’d be jealous knowing you slept with someone else in this bed.”

  We make out a lot, rolling all over the bed and play fighting, and somehow we end up lying upside down diagonally across the bed. We don’t seem to mind lying in an unusual position at the bottom of my bed instead of the top.

  I start to kiss her neck and by now we’ve taken off most of each other’s clothes. All that’s left is our underwear and Starlet’s vest top, which is already lifted up over her stomach with the straps falling down over her shoulders.

  We hear Carl enter the flat and stop what we’re doing.

  “Don’t worry, he won’t come in here,” I whisper to her. “He knows you were coming over so he won’t disturb us.”

  We start kissing again, burying under the duvet so Carl won’t be able to hear us from his bedroom.

  “I don’t think we should,” she says nervously. “I still feel sore from yesterday. Plus I feel kinda self-conscious knowing your brother is in the next room.”

  “Okay,” I agree, but we get so carried away with the kissing and making out that we end up having sex anyway.

  We have to do it quietly which is hard. Starlet has to bury her head into my chest to muffle out any noise.

  “It feels even better like this, trying not to get caught out,” I whisper in her ear. “It’s kinda sexy.”

  “I guess so,” she answers with a sexy smirk, then gets on top of me as we start to make love a second time.

  Chapter 18

  Now our relationship has gone further, I send her a sexy message randomly after work to see if she likes it:

  I want u so bad ;-) Im gonna rock ur world later xxxxx

  She replies back a minute later with:

  Naughty boy ;-) Cant wait xxxxx

  I grin at her message and go to wait at her flat. When I arrive Starlet is already walking over to her door. She’s alone in the corridor and I smile, feeling excited to see her. She hasn’t noticed me yet, so I get near to her and grab her playfully from behind.

  “Hey,” I greet her, making sure she knows it’s me or else she’ll knock me out with a self-defence move.

  She relaxes hearing my voice, “hey.”

  I put my arms tight below her chest, pinning down her arms and pulling her close to me until her back is pressed against my chest.

  “I’ve heard you’ve been a bad girl,” I say flirtatiously into her ear.

  “Have I really?” sh
e teases me and I can tell she’s smiling. “I thought you were the one being bad...”

  She could easily get out of my hold using self-defence, but she doesn’t want to and seems to enjoy me holding her like this.

  “No, you’re the one who’s in trouble for breaking the law,” I tell her, pulling her arms back and grabbing her by the wrists, pretending to arrest her.

  She giggles and I push her roughly against a nearby wall. I stand so close that her body is pressed between me and the wall. She seems to like feeling vulnerable in a good way, and I wonder if it’s turning her on as much as it is with me.

  I start kissing the side of neck and hear her sigh with pleasure as I hit a sensitive part. I can see her bite her lips to stop herself moaning out loud and that drives me crazy.

  “Rickie, someone might see us,” she whispers.

  Luckily there’s still no one else in the corridor, but I can tell she’s nervous and doesn’t want someone to walk in unexpectedly and see what we’re up to. Even though I want to continue and don’t want to move, I decide we’d better take this somewhere private instead.

  “Okay. I’ll take you straight to the police station,” I say and let go of her wrists to lift her up romantically.

  She smiles and slips her arms around my neck, loving the feeling of me carrying her. I can’t help but feel even more turned on at the thought of what we’ll get up to once we’re behind closed doors.

  I carefully put her down as we arrive at her flat and she quickly unlocks the door with her keys. I take her hand and pull her into the dark room, shutting the door behind us. I decide to leave the lights off because it’s kinda sexy making out in the dark.

  She lets her keys slide from her fingers and fall to the floor as I pull her close to me again and kiss her. When we part again, she pushes me away playfully and tries to make a run for it, giggling. I grin and chase her across the flat and she screams a little as I grab hold of her again.

  “I won’t let a hot girl like you get away from me,” I say sexily, holding tight and making sure she can’t escape.