A New Love *PM if Interested*

[mytasteislikecandy]

Hello all...

I'm in a romantic mood, God only knows why, and I'd like to do a love story, something that doesn't get done often around here. I'm looking for a partner to write with me. PM me if interested!!! I'd like something romantic, and sweet...a slow build up to a spectacular sex scene. Here's my idea:

Alexandrah 27 5'9, 140 lbs
Shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes
Never married, never been in love, strived to make it in the business world and lost out on marriage, kids, love, all the stuff little girls dream of. She never thinks about it until Valentine's Day...then she reminisces on what could of been. The story begins on that very day....

Alex:

I cupped the mug in both hands, allowing the heat to warm my frozen palms. The winter in Cincinnati had been rather harsh this year, and I was about to lose my mind. I'd just left work, and headed to my favorite diner to get some food before going home to spend another Valentine's Day with my cat and a sappy movie.

As I looked around the restaurant, I noticed all the couples. Holding hands, gazing at each other, flowers blooming on all the tables surrounding me. Valentine's Day. What a joke. I shook my head, gazing down into my cup of hot chocolate, trying to clear my head of the overwhelming scent of roses.

I'd never liked Valentine's Day. Never had a reason to. I'd worked so hard throughout high school and then college that men had just become a nuisance. The one boyfriend I'd had during my sophomore year at UC had told me I was way too intense and goal oriented for him. I'd just stared at him in shock, not believing that just because I'd had goals he was fed up. I'd given him my virginity, and soon after, he'd decided that we just weren't right for each other. Since then, I'd kept my heart behind a wall, and my mind focused on my future.

Now, at 27, I'd finally achieved what I'd been striving for. My new flower shop was thriving. Kind of ironic when you think about it. Me, never having received a bouquet in my life was owner and operator of a rather successful flower store in downtown Cincinnati. Today had been a stressful one, and all I wanted to do was unwind.

The waiter arrived with my dinner, and I thanked him, asking for a glass of water and another hot chocolate. He ran off to take care of my requests, and I began to eat. He soon came back, my items in hand, and then took off again. The diner was packed, and I knew the poor boy had to be exhausted. I wondered what his girlfriend thought of him working on the most valued holiday of the year to young couples? She probably wasn't happy.

I finished my dinner, and decided to indulge in a dish of the restaurant's famous chocolate mousse. Flagging down my waiter, I placed my order, and smiled as he zoomed off to do my bidding. He was back in a flash, my dessert and a cup of coffee on his tray. He knew me, apparently, and had brought the coffee without me even asking. How sad, I thought, that a waiter knows what I want before I even ask. I needed to get out more, explore different places, but I didn't like change. So here I was, at least three times a week.

Finishing my mousse and the coffee, I stopped my server as he ran by, asking for my check. He grinned and shook his head. "No check tonight, ma'am. The owner is here and he wanted to buy you dinner this evening. You have a good night and enjoy your Valentine's Day."

I frowned, glancing around the room trying to see who had bought my meal. Soon, I saw him, leaning against the dark bar, his eyes focused on me. I nodded his way, then laid a ten dollar bill on the table as a tip. Standing, I gathered my jacket and purse, and then contemplated what to do. Sighing, I knew I had to at least thank the man, even though I couldn't understand why exactly he'd bought me dinner. I moved through the close set tables in his direction, my eyes on his face. Stopping in front of him, I smiled and said, "Thank you for the dinner; you didn't have to do that."

He just grinned, holding out his hand for me to shake. "It was my pleasure. I see you in here often, just thought I should show appreciation to a great guest."

I shook his hand, pumping it a few times, before responding, "Well, thanks again, and have a great Valentine's Day." Turning to leave, I was aware of his eyes on me as I strolled away. My heart was pounding; I didn't understand why. He was handsome, and charming, but I didn't have time. Hell, he'd only bought my dinner because he'd felt sorry for me.

Outside, I handed my parking ticket to the valet, and he ran off to retrieve my car. Waiting, I hugged myself against the cold, watching the sky as flurries began to flutter down. Just as the car appeared, the door to the restaurant flew open, and my waiter appeared. He came to me, grinning, and handed me a business card. "Thanks for the great tip, ma'am. See you soon." And then he disappeared back inside.

Frowning down at the rectangle in my hand, I tipped the valet and slid into the driver's seat. After setting my purse aside, I looked more closely at the card I held. It had the restaurant's name embossed on the front, and flipping it over I saw a handwritten note. It said:

You're a lovely woman, and I would love to treat you to another dinner, this time while sitting across the table from you. Please? Give me a call if you accept....Hoping and Praying, Jeremy Madison

I was stunned, and slipping the car in my purse, I slowly drove off, my mind racing. A date? How long had it been since I'd actually had one of those? I couldn't remember. Pondering, I drove home, my mind on the night to come, and the mysterious Jeremy Madison.

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[crazy/beautiful]

Jeremiah Madison, "Jeremy" 32, 6'2, 190 lbs mixed black and white, light brown eyes, light skin, bald.

Jeremy is the owner of Remy's, the eatery that Alex often visits. He's noticed her from the beginning, yet has never had the nerve to say anything to her. She's been coming to the restaurant for three years, always alone. He feels sorry for her, such a beautiful lady with no sign of male companionship. He's in the same boat as Alex, yet he doesn't know it. After spending his life working to get out of the "ghetto", he's pushed aside all chances at love, though he does have one daughter, who's 11. Her mother lives in town, with her, and Jeremy sees her as often as possible.

IC:

The Valentine's Day business was booming, and I was extremely happy with the way the evening was going. No mistakes in the kitchen, no service comps, no upset guests. The night was going well. It got even better when the lovely brunette I looked forward to seeing each week appeared at her usual table. She was well known around here, the quiet, lonely woman who often frequented our restaurant. There were stories about her, what her life was like, yet she wasn't aware of them. Many of my employees had pointed her out to me, letting me know how often she was here. I'd started watching for her too, always wondering what her life was like, who she shared it with. I'd never approached her, always feeling too shy and nervous. Me, nervous! Who would've guessed? My friends and family would call me arrogant, bordering on cocky, but this woman possessed a grace and seemed to demand respect. Going up to her with a cheesy pick up line would never work. I didn't even know her name; she always paid with cash. A curiousity and an enigma, one I planned on unraveling tonight.

She enjoyed her dinner, baked fish and vegetables, one of her favorites. When she ordered the mousse, I set it up and told Daniel, her server, that the check was on me. He'd grinned at me, a knowing look in his eyes, and I'd just smiled, sending him on his way. Watching her, I noticed the expression of surprise on her face as she was informed of my decision. She left a tip, then standing, her eyes had sought me out. Nodding, she made her way over to me, her gaze never leaving mine. What an oddity; most women wouldn't meet my eyes, saying my gaze was to direct and piercing. This lady was certainly different.

We shook hands, my larger one enveloping hers. She felt soft to the touch, yet her handshake was firm. She thanked me for the dinner, and I told her it was my pleasure, explaining it was a thank you for her continued patronage. Smiling, she wished me a nice holiday, then turned to leave. My eyes watched her go, her long legs and swaying hips an entrancing sight. Sighing, I berated myself for not saying more. Then I realized she would still be outside, waiting on her vehicle. Hastily, I scribbled a note on one of my cards, and motioned to Daniel, telling him to take it to her. He nodded, showing me the ten she'd left him, and telling me he'd be more than happy to give her the note.

He disappeared outside and was back within minutes, coming directly back to me. "Well, what'd she say?" I asked, nervously.

"Nothing, actually, she just looked at me oddly then got in her car. I don't think she even read it. Sorry boss." he said, shrugging. I thanked him and sent him back out on the floor.

Moving behind the bar, I chalked it up to a loss, and then smiled at my next customer, pouring him a shot of Jack and starting a conversation about the upcoming elections.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Alex:

Driving home, I thought about the note in my purse, and the man who had it delivered to me. He was definitely handsome, that lovely skin and piercing eyes a big attraction to me. His suit fit him perfectly, letting me know he not only knew how to dress, but that he could afford to do it as well. Why not, though, he did own one of the most popular restaurants in town. It was only natural.

I just couldn't believe he'd sent my waiter out with that card. He didn't seem like a kind of man to have others ask a woman on a date. Not the shy type, not at all. So why? He could've asked me when I'd went to talk to him. But he hadn't. Maybe he just didn't know how, maybe he really was shy. His aura, however, said differently.

Shaking my head, I decided to forget about it. I didn't have time to date, especially someone who sent waiters out with cheesy little notes. Pulling into the driveway of my condo, I put the car in park and gathered my briefcase and other belongings. I climbed out and set the alarm on the vehicle before heading inside to feed Felix and change.

My Persian cat met me at the door, his big blue eyes staring at me as I made my way toward the kitchen. "Hey baby, how was your Valentine's Day?" I cooed, trying not to trip over him as he wrapped around my ankles. "Mommy got you a present." I filled his kitty bowl with dry food then lay a few pieces of the fish I'd had left over from dinner on top. He meowed in appreciation then attacked the bowl. I laughed, always amused at how classy my cat tried to be except when it came to dinner time.

Pouring myself a glass of wine, I went to the bedroom and stripped out of my jeans and blouse. The good thing about owning the store meant I could wear what I wanted. The outfit today was comfortable, but tailored enough to pass as business like. The red pumps I tossed into the closet, cursing them. My feet always hurt, but I felt that high heels made my height even more impressive. My employees always joked about how when there were no customers in the store, I ran around barefoot.

I slipped into a pair of velour sweatpants and an old college t-shirt, then tied my hair up in a messy knot. I took out my contacts, slipped on my wire rimmed glasses, then headed to the living room and my comfy old couch. Plopping down, I switched on the television and searched through the movies till I found one I wanted to watch. Flashdance, an oldie but goodie had just started, so I settled in to watch a young Jennifer Beals fall in love with her boss.

The movie was entertaining, and the wine cold and crisp, yet my mind kept traveling back to Jeremy, and his offer of dinner. What would it hurt? I thought, trying to focus on the movie. Was I crazy? I didn't know the man. Why would I consider going out with him? Sighing, I pulled the blanket from the back of my couch and tucked it around my legs. Just forget it Alex, I told myself, it's not worth it.

The movie ended at eleven, and the news came on. I switched the TV off and replaced it with some Eric Benet. He always made me relax, and the half bottle of wine I'd consumed during the movie had as well. My phone rang, and I jumped, startled. It was probably just my mother, calling to check up on her lonely daughter on Valentine's Day, the worst holiday of the year.

Picking up the cordless, my suspicions were confirmed as my mother launched into a breathless account of her dinner with her new "boyfriend". I listened halfheartedly, making the appropriate sounds when necessary, and soon she was hanging up. Smiling a bit, I replaced the phone on the base, and sipped my wine again.

Glancing at the clock, I saw my purse sitting on the table underneath it. Jeremy's note was still in there. I could call him now. Just to thank him again for dinner. No, no! Dammit, there I went again. Finishing my glass of wine, I stood up to go to bed, but instead I was drawn toward my handbag. Reaching inside, I drew out his card and studied the hurried handwriting. The number was calling to me, and I hurried to the phone before my courage could leave me. Punching in the number, I let it ring once, twice, and was about to hang up when I heard his deep voice saying, "Hello?"

Stopping myself from hanging up on him, I hurriedly said, "Hello, Jeremy? This is Alexandrah. The woman from your restaurant tonight? I just wanted to thank you again for the lovely dinner. It was a nice touch. So, thank you. I appreciated you doing that. Thanks." I slapped my hand against my head, thinking that I sounded so stupid. Hell, if he'd wanted to take me out, he probably didn't now. I held my breath, waiting for his response.

 

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Jeremy:

We closed early on Valentine's Day. Around nine o'clock. I figured it was the least I could do since most of my employees were college kids who had girlfriends and boyfriends. This holiday was more important to them, it seemed, than even Christmas and New Years.

I finished my paperwork and locked the safe at eleven on the dot. I considered going across the street to Cosmo's to have a drink with the cute bartender who always flirted with me, but I thought better of it. She was too young, too bubbly, and too hot. A bad combination. Instead, I grabbed a bottle of Remy out of the liquor cabinet and headed to my car.

On the drive home, I thought briefly about the woman from earlier tonight. How classy and pretty she was. But she wasn't interested. Just let it go, Jeremy, I thought to myself, pulling into the drive of my house. I owned the three-bedroom home, and had actually had plans to have a wife and children living there with me by now. Well, I had one of the kids on every other weekend, and some holidays, but as far as the wife, not a single prospect.

Letting myself in, I set the alarm and went upstairs to shower. I loved my job, my business, but the heat and fumes from a kitchen wreaked havoc on your cleanliness by the end of the day. Fifteen minutes later, I toweled off, throwing on some sweats and a t-shirt.

In the kitchen, I poured a shot of Remy over ice and then went to the den to relax. I put on my Eric Benet cd and sat in my black leather recliner, stretching it out so that I could put up my feet. Just when I'd taken the first sip and a deep breath, my damned phone rang. I almost let it flip to the answering service, but I thought it might be my daughter calling to tell me Happy Valentine's Day. It never crossed my mind that it might be the woman I'd watched for almost 3 years now.

"Hello?" I said, a hint of happiness in my voice, expecting my daughter Olivia's voice to chirp out "Happy Balentine's Day Daddy!" Instead, I received a throaty woman's voice saying, "Hello, Jeremy? This is Alexandrah. The woman from your restaurant tonight? I just wanted to thank you again for the lovely dinner. It was a nice touch. So, thank you. I appreciated you doing that. Thanks."

It took me a minute to comprehend the words, and who was speaking them. When I did, my jaw dropped, and I was speechless for a moment. I heard her clear her throat and start to speak, but I interrupted. "Oh, hello, Alexandrah. I was under the impression you weren't going to call me at all. And like I said before, no problem about the dinner. I like to spoil my favorite guests." I held my breath, hoping that this was more than just a courtesy call.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Alex:

I almost hung up when he didn't respond to me, my face burning with embarrassment. But then he said, "Oh, hello, Alexandrah. I was under the impression you weren't going to call me at all. And like I said before, no problem about the dinner. I like to spoil my favorite guests."

I sighed, a little disappointed that he considered me only a "guest", but I pushed on. "So, Jeremy, how was your Valentine's Day? No date tonight?" I smacked myself again, not believing the words coming from my mouth. I sounded nosy, like I really cared if he was single or not. And my question sounded like a subtle hint for him to proclaim he was single and looking. Truthfully, I was just making conversation. Now I felt like I was trying to pick him up.

But he didn't seem fazed. He told me that he was single, no steady girlfriend, no wife at home. He had worked all night, and then he murmured, "Actually, the highlight of my holiday was looking up and seeing you stroll in. I felt so lucky." I blushed, not knowing how to respond, but he didn't seem to notice. "So, Alexandrah, how was your Valentine's?"

I laughed a bit, then said sarcastically, "Well, you saw where I was. Alone, at your restaurant, eating chocolate mousse. How do you think it was?"

 

[crazy/beautiful]

Jeremy:

She sounded sad, even though her sarcastic tone tried to hide it. Jokingly, trying to lighten the mood, I said, "Well, if you were eating my chocolate mousse, you must have had a fantastic holiday!" She laughed again, and I smiled, enjoying making her happy. For some odd reason this woman intrigued me, and I was interested in getting to know her.

Settling back in my Lazy Boy, I sipped my drink and said, "So, Miss Alexandrah. Tell me about yourself. Anything you think I should know. Or that you want me to know."

I heard her moving around on her end of the phone and I wondered what she was doing at that moment, what she was wearing. She said, "Hold on just a second Jeremy, I need to refill my drink." The phone was placed on the table with a thud and I waited patiently, drinking my own beverage while imagining her moving around her apartment, pouring us a drink then coming back to the couch to cuddle against me. Too bad we were only on the phone on this Valentine's Day and not snuggled up together creating a memory. The phone was picked up again and I heard her whisper, "Felix, I'm on the phone, go to bed." I felt a moment of jealousy, wondering who the stranger Felix was, so I asked. "That your son, or maybe a boyfriend?"

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Alex:

I chuckled, almost spilling my wine as I looked at the white cat pawing at my feet. "No, no Jeremy. He's my cat. I don't have any children, and I told you I'm single."

"No, you didn't, Alexandrah, you just told me you had dinner alone. That could mean several things. One, you're single. Two, you have a shitty boyfriend who didn't bother to treat you right on Valentine's Day. Three, you have an even shittier husband who treated you really badly on Valentine's Day. Or four, you got stood up by a blind date. Luckily for me though, it's the first option."

I blushed hard, sloshing my chardonnay on my shirt as I realized what he'd said. "Shit, I spilled my wine all over me. Let me go change." I carried the phone into the bedroom with me, telling him to hold on as I took off the wet t-shirt and slipping on a tank top in its place. Picking up the phone again, I said, "Back."

His voice was husky as he said, "You shouldn't have told me you were changing. Now I can't get that lovely picture out of my head." I felt almost faint at his words, and I sat on my bed, clutching the phone to my ear.

"I'm sorry Jeremy. It won't happen again." I whispered, my fingers clutching my pants as I felt my heart starting to race.

 

[crazy/beautiful]

Jeremy:

"Don't say that Alexandrah. The thought of you changing made me smile. Don't deprive a lonely man of his happiness." She sighed a bit, and I shifted in my chair, waiting for her to speak.

"So, Jeremy, you want to know about me. Well, let's see. I'm 27, live with a spoiled Persian cat, own my own flower shop downtown, and love to cook." She giggled a bit, saying, "God, I sound like I'm reading you a personal ad."

I grinned and said, "Well, so far, I'd be calling the number at the bottom of the ad. What else would it say?"

"Hmmm...well, that I'm a Pisces, love long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners, and Stephen King. Oh, and that daisies are my favorite flower."

I liked this woman already; our conversation was flowing, no silences, no being uncomfortable. Communication was a big part of a relationship to me, and lately, it'd been hard to find. That was why I'd been single for almost 5 years. I stood up, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder, and went to the kitchen to pour another drink. "Well, mine would say single bachelor, 32, Scorpio, looking for a single female, 27, who cooks, loves to walk on the beach, and likes daisies. Oh, and must own a flower shop."

She laughed hard, and I grinned, enjoying the sound of her joy. God, already I wanted her, my dick stirring in my sweats, but I pushed the thought away. I wanted to "KNOW" her, not just fuck her. That could come later, and by then, hopefully it would be making love, not fucking.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Alex:

He was making me smile, making my night brighter. Going back to the living room, I retrieved my glass of wine, and the bottle, then returning to my bedroom. Pulling down the blankets, I slid in between the cool white sheets, and leaned against the headboard.

"Well, Jeremy, sounds like we'd be a perfect match. But you have to like kitties."

He assured me that he loved cats, and that drew us into a conversation about pets. We both hated dogs, too big and smelly. We discussed the city of Cincinnati, too conservative and not enough to do for people our age. Not to mention the "shoot-first-ask-questions-later" mentality of the police department. We were both Democrats, believed in the right to choose, and thought that gay marriages were okay as long as the couple loved each other. He told me about his daughter, Olivia, and I smiled as I heard the love in his voice. I told him about Bruce, the guy from college who'd broken my heart and stolen my virginity. Glancing at my clock, I saw it was close to one am.

"Wow, Jeremy, it's 1 o'clock! Amazing."

"Oh, am I keeping you up, Alex?" he said, sounding concerned.

"No, no, tomorrow is an off day. I feel I deserve it after sending out all the flowers I did today. My staff can handle it. What about you, do you need to sleep?"

"Nope, we have the same mentality. After a crush like today, I let my capable employees deal with the day after."

We were both silent for a moment, then at the same instant, started to speak. Laughing, I said, "You go first."

 

[crazy/beautiful]

Jeremy:

I was surprised too when I saw the time. But I was enjoying her so much, just talking with her. Yet I needed more. Needed to see her pretty face, watch her mouth move as we talked. Gathering my courage, I quickly said, "I was wondering if we could get together. To talk."

"Sure, Jeremy. I'd love to. When?" she responded, and I could hear the smile in her voice. Then I dropped the bomb.

"Right now, Alex. I'm wide awake, and really enjoying our conversation. But I want to see you. To look at you while we talk. I promise, no funny stuff. Just some wine, and good conversation. Please, come spend the end of Valentine's Day with me? Make this holiday special for me."

I swallowed, afraid of her reaction, but hopeful all the same.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Alex:

I sat, stunned, on my bed, hand clutching the phone. Now? Tonight? I glanced down at how I was dressed, in sweatpants and a tank top, and shook my head. He couldn't see me like this.

Just as that thought crossed my mind, he whispered, "I don't care what you're wearing, how you look without make-up, you're beautiful. Inside and out. Just, please, come kick it with me."

Trembling, I whispered, "Okay. How do I get there?"

He was silent, then said, "You'll really come, Alex?" When I told him yes, he hurriedly gave me directions. I realized that I knew his neighborhood, and I figured I wouldn't have any problems finding his house. Telling him I'd be there in about half an hour, we hung up, and I stood in shock. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

I began stripping off my clothes, knowing full well that I couldn't go over in my pj's. Slipping on a pair of jeans with ripped knees and a black cowl neck sweater, I pulled the tie out of my hair, then jerked a brush through it. I didn't feel like putting my contacts back in so I figured he'd just have to deal with the nerdy look. I put on my black boots, grabbed my purse and leather coat, and headed to my car, locking the door behind me.

Once in the vehicle however, I felt dubious. Should I be doing this? What if he was a rapist or murderer? But I had an instinct that he wasn't; I could feel things about people. And all I felt about him was an insane attraction. I could do this, we were just going to talk. Convincing myself, I started the car and headed in the direction of Hyde Park.

 

[crazy/beautiful]

Jeremy:

I couldn't believe she was coming. To see me. I sat for a long time in my chair, contemplating the odd turn of events. I hadn't expected her to say yes. But now she was on her way, less than 30 minutes from my home. That thought put my ass in gear. I jumped up, heading to the bedroom to change clothes. Even though I'd told her not to worry about changing, I wasn't about to let her see me in this.

I tugged on some khakis and a white button down shirt that was slightly wrinkled. I didn't want her to think I had any ideas about what was going to happen tonight, and I figured being casual would be safe. I sprayed on some cologne and then went to the kitchen to get another drink. My hands were shaking. I was never nervous. But the thought of having that lovely creature in my house near me had me on edge. I couldn't wait to see her.

Soon, I heard a car pull into my drive, then an engine shut off. Not wanting to appear too eager, I waited till I heard the knock on the door before going to it. Pulling it wide, I saw her standing there, looking casually sexy in a form fitting black sweater and ragged jeans. She smiled shyly at me, and I held out my hand, leading her into my house.

"Welcome, Alex. You look adorable. How about a drink?" I said, my hand still holding hers.

She nodded and followed me into the kitchen, not even trying to pull her hand away. But once there, I had to let go as I held up the Remy bottle for her approval. She nodded again, so I poured her a shot over ice and then handed her the tumbler. Our fingers brushed as she took the drink. Eyes locking, we stood silently, our drinks forgotten as we enjoyed the tension building between us. But I didn't want it to go too far. So I broke the silence.

"Let's go to the den, we'll sit and chat for a bit. Come." I took her hand again, guiding her down the hall to my own personal room. It was decorated with black leather furniture, plush beige carpet, and a huge flat screen TV. A full entertainment system was there, stereo, tall speakers, a Playstation2 game system, hundreds of cds, dvd's, and games. She grinned when she saw it and remarked, "Boys and their toys."

I laughed and tugged her to the couch, sitting down and then pulling her down beside me. She half fell onto the sofa, our bodies brushing together as she tried to situate herself. The laughter died at the touch, and we both calmed down, sipping our drinks. She scooted a little bit away from me, then turned and looked at me. "So, Mr. Madison, what would you like to discuss?" she said, batting her eyelashes.

Grinning, I replied, "Let's talk about how beautiful you are, Alex." She blushed, her cheeks glowing, and I winked at her. "Well, if that isn't your topic of choice, you pick. Ladies choice tonight."

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Alex:

I sat back on his couch, snuggling into the corner. Sipping the potent drink he'd given me, I winced a bit at the fiery path it burned down to my stomach. He smiled and asked if I wanted a chaser, or something else. Shaking my head, I sipped again, and this time the burning was less severe.

"Well, Jeremy, tell me about your life...about you."

He started telling me about growing up as a biracial child, the teases, taunts, and fights he'd gotten into because of his black mother and white father. I nodded sympathetically as he related his stories to me, knowing how he felt. Well, sort of. Then he told me about college, when he started, and how he'd met Ayannah, his baby's mother. She was black, and had taken him under her wing when he was a freshman. She was a junior, 2 years older than him, and involved in the black sorority on campus. He'd been convinced to pledge the black frat, and there he'd found the first real friends of his life. He and Ayannah had been together until she graduated, and the day after her ceremony, she'd dumped him. He'd just about gotten over it, when she'd shown up at his apartment one day, crying, and they'd ended up in bed. That was the day Olivia was conceived. He regretted the sex, but not the child. He and Ayannah were on speaking terms, basically for the sake of their daughter, but Olivia was his pride and joy. He even took me to her room so I could see how lavishly he doted on her.

On the way back to the den, he held my hand again, his fingers rubbing against my palm. It felt nice, and my heart sped up a bit. How I liked this man, already. I wondered what his flaw was.

We sat back on the couch, this time closer to each other. He asked me about my childhood and I told him that I'd been a military brat, always moving. My dad was in the Air Force, mom was a housewife. I hadn't had the problems he'd had, but moving every year was difficult, and being the chubby girl with glasses at age 8 was even harder. My parents had divorced when I was 14, a freshman in the Cincinnati school system, yet I hadn't come into my own till my senior year. Then, I shot up to my full height, my body slimming out with the growth. Then the boys had flocked to me. But by then, I was fed up with them. They'd teased me since freshman orientation, and now they wanted me. So I became the "Ice Queen". It wasn't until I met Josh at UC that I'd fallen in love and lost my virginity. He was sweet and gentle, but once he was inside me, the love was gone. I was too much for him, so he split. Since then, it'd been a date or two here, but never anyone serious. Everytime I got close, I froze up, and the man moved on.

Sighing, I closed my eyes, resting my head on the back of the couch. Jeremy was silent, but I could feel him watching me. I peeked at him from under my lashes, amazed at his beauty. And he didn't even seem aware of it. I sat up, setting my glass on the coaster he'd placed on his table.

"Well, Jeremy, it's 3 am. I should be going." Standing up, I wobbled a bit, and he was immediately holding my arm.

 

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Jeremy:

When I saw her stumble, I jumped to my feet, taking her arm in my hand to steady her. "Are you ok, Alex?"

"Yes, I'm fine, Jeremy. Thank you." she replied, tottering a bit again. "Wow, that was some strong stuff you gave me. I'm used to wine usually, not much else."

I groaned, wishing I'd known that. Cognac was powerful enough, but two glasses in a woman who'd never had it, and wasn't a seasoned drinker was enough to make you completely intoxicated. I hesitated, wanting to tell her to stay, but not wanting her to misconstrue my intentions. I didn't want her driving, but if she heard me say, "Spend the night.", I was sure she'd flip out. Luckily, she saved me.

"Maybe I shouldn't drive Jeremy. I hate to ashk, but...could I shtay here a little longer? Just till this shtuff wears off?"

She was slurring her words, and I smiled a bit. It was endearing and sexy at the same time. "Yes, Alex, I was just going to suggest that. Let me get you something more comfy to sleep in, ok?"

Alex blinked at me. "Sleep, you want me to shleep here?"

Mentally, I smacked my forehead. Of course, she'd just asked if she could stay longer, not spend the night. I blushed a bit, then said, "Well, yeah, Alex, but you can sleep wherever you like. Olivia's bed, the couch...wherever. No obligations. I just don't want you to drive drunk and tired. So, just crash here. I'll be a gentleman, I promise." She gazed at me, her eyes glazed with liquor, mouth frowning a bit as she considered my offer.

 

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Alex:

I wobbled unsteadily on my heels, gazing at Jeremy thoughtfully. What should I do? I was definitely in no condition to drive, and he'd offered me the couch, or his daughter's bed. But for some reason, I actually found myself wanting to sleep near him. To feel his presence beside me, keeping me safe. To wake up, roll over, and see him there. Biting my lip, I looked at him again, then sat down heavily on the couch.

He came with me, his hands holding me up still. I pushed them away, then bent over to remove my boots. He watched, silently, my decision becoming apparent to him. Then, when I was shoeless, I turned to him. "Okay, Jeremy, I'll shtay..I mean stay..." I giggled a bit, then continued, "But I have one condition."

He lifted an eyebrow and nodded, waiting for me to expand. "I want to sleep near you, in your bed. But no sex. Just want your company."

Jeremy watched me for a good four or five minutes, not saying anything. I stared back, my inebriation making me more forward than normal. Finally, he nodded again, standing and taking my hands in his. Pulling me off the couch, he led me down the long hall to his bedroom.

It was done all in black and chrome, just like his den. His bed was huge; no need to worry about him being all up on me while we slept. I felt a twinge of sadness at that. Then I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of those kind of thoughts. He told me to go sit on the bed while he found me something to sleep in. Entering his walk in closet, he soon returned with a Bengals jersey and a pair of black shorts.

"The jersey is mine, the shorts are Ayannah's. She left them in my closet when we broke up. I've never tossed them out; maybe I should." He frowned for a minute, then handed the clothes to me. "The bathroom is there, so you can go change if you like." He pointed me in the direction of his bath, and I went obediently, clutching the makeshift pajamas in my hands.

Once locked safely away, I stripped down to my black panties, and socks. Slipping the jersey over my head, it fell to mid thigh and hung loosely about my body. I admired myself in the full length mirror and then glanced at the shorts on the counter. I didn't want to climb into his bed wearing his ex's shorts. That just didn't feel right. So I decided the jersey would be enough. Picking up the shorts, I re entered the bedroom, tossing them on a chair. He turned to look at me, his eyes drinking in my shape in his football jersey, then widening as he realized I didn't have the shorts on.

"Hope you don't mind, but I felt weird wearing the shorts. Will this be a problem?" I asked, tugging at the hem of the shirt, willing it to grow longer. In the mirror, it hadn't looked bad, but now, his eyes lingering on my long tanned legs, I realized exactly how short it truly was.

 

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Jeremy:

She looked like a vision standing there in my Corey Dillon jersey. Her legs were long and curvy, her breasts pressing against the fabric. My jersey had never looked so good.

"It's fine, Alex." I had pulled down the blankets, and I motioned for her to get in bed. "Go ahead and climb in. I just need to brush my teeth and stuff."

I watched as she got on my bed, on her hands and knees. My dick stirred beneath my khakis as she kneeled on my bed in my favorite position. The jersey rode up a bit, revealing her black satin panties, and I moaned softly. Hurrying to the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and leaned on the sink. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I hadn't been with a woman in almost 8 months, and now I had the sexiest female ever in my bed, wearing only a jersey and those ridiculously thin panties. And I couldn't touch her. Jesus!

I took deep breaths, squirting toothpaste on my brush and then wetting it. I had to control myself, keep myself from becoming aroused. If she saw, then she might get upset. I brushed my teeth for a long time, continuously telling myself to think about football or work. Just not Alex. Alex and her long long legs. Legs I wanted over my shoulders. God! No. I shook my head, and then rinsed my mouth. I had to deal with this. Just get in bed, it'll be fine.

I left the bathroom, my eyes avoiding the bed, and went to turn off the lights. Flicking the switch, I blinked when the room didn't become completely black. Turning around, I saw that she had lit several candles on my dresser. Looking at her, I lifted an eyebrow.

"Sorry, but I love candles. And they were just sitting there. Do you mind?" she asked, looking at me from under my black comforter.

"No, it's fine, Alex. Just fine." I moved to my side of the bed and then stopped. Hmm. I usually slept nude, that wouldn't work tonight. I stripped down to my boxers and then moved in between the blankets. She was about a foot away, and I breathed a sigh of relief. No skin touching, I should be fine.

Just as that thought crossed my mind, she scooted across the mattress and snuggled against my side. Her head rested on my shoulder, her hand on my chest. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. God, this was going to be difficult. And I wasn't going to get a wink of sleep. Lord help me.

 

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Alex:

He felt so good, so warm, so safe as I curled up beside him. His skin was smooth beneath my hand and I breathed deeply, inhaling his masculine scent. My eyes fluttered closed, and I relaxed against him. I could feel that he was tense beside me, and I smiled a bit, thinking that maybe I was the one making him nervous. I began rubbing his chest slowly, trying to relax him, but he only grew more rigid.

Lifting my head from his shoulder, I looked at his face. In the flickering light he looked amazing, his face emphasized by the faint lighting. His eyes were open, and when he felt me rise up, he turned to look at me.

"Jeremy, you don't have to be nervous. I just want to be close to you. Do you mind?"

He swallowed and shook his head. His right arm slipped out and curled around my waist, his large hand resting on my hip. I laid back down, this time his arm firm underneath me. I could feel his hand warm even through the jersey, and I sighed, pressing closer to him. My breasts flattened against his side, and I allowed my right leg to slide over and rest on top of his. He moaned a bit, his hand gripping my hip tighter, tugging me even closer.

He felt so good, and I rubbed circles on his bare chest, my eyes fluttering shut again. I felt protected in his strong arms, and I felt myself dozing off. How nice it was to be held. I'd almost forgotten how nice. What a lovely end to my Valentine's Day. I whispered, "Thank you, Jeremy. Thank you." before I slipped into a light sleep.

 

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Jeremy:

"Thank you, Jeremy, thank you." she whispered, her breath brushing over my shoulder. I sighed, and hugged her closer. It'd been so long since I'd just held somebody. It felt really nice to be doing it again. Her body was
wrapped around mine, and I struggled to remain in control. I don't think she realized exactly what she was doing to me. Here I was, holding the most beautiful woman I'd see in a long time, and she was half naked. But I couldn't do anything about it; I'd promised.

She shifted in her sleep, her hand sliding farther down my body so that it rested on the waistband of my boxers. "Oh god," I moaned, clenching my teeth as I felt my cock stirring under the fabric. "Behave Jeremy...think of something else." I tried to turn my thoughts to football, or the restaurant, but it kept straying back to Alex, who was snuggled up closer than before.

My hand moved slowly, stroking her hip through the soft material of my jersey. I didn't want to wake her, I just needed to feel her. Her breathing was driving me crazy, the moist air blowing over my nipples. I could smell the sweet Remy on her breath, and wondered if she'd taste as good as she felt and smelled.

 

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Alex:

I felt the material of the jersey rubbing against my flesh, and my eyes fluttered open a bit. Jeremy's hand was delicately stroking me, almost so lightly I hadn't felt it. But I was a very light sleeper; every motion and noise woke me up. I thought about protesting, but then figured it couldn't hurt. Actually, it kind of felt nice. Sighing, I pushed closer, my breasts flat against his side.

I thought I heard him moan, and lifting my head a bit, I looked up at him. He was staring back at me, his eyes wide open, filled with some emotion I couldn't determine. Our lips were mere inches apart, our breath mingling. Swallowing, I kept my gaze locked on his. I could feel my heart starting to pound under my skin. Did I want him to kiss me? Is that what was happening?

Neither of us spoke a word, just stared. His hand kept moving over my hip, and still I didn't protest. My fingers began stroking his flat belly, and I saw a muscle in his jaw jump at my soft touch. I wondered if he wanted to kiss me as badly as I wanted to kiss him?

 

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Jeremy:

Alex shifted a bit, then I felt her lifting her head. Looking down, our eyes met. It sounds cliche, but it felt like sparks flew between us. Her lips were close to mine, so close I could feel her breath against my mouth. She swallowed, but didn't back away.

Hoping I knew what I was doing, I lowered my head, my lips lightly brushing against hers. I pulled away quickly, wanting to make sure she was ok with this. When she didn't push me away, or slap me, I moved toward her again, this time pressing my mouth against hers more firmly.

She kissed me back, her soft lips opening just a bit so that our mouths could mesh together. My hand left her hip, and came up to cup the back of her head, holding her as I tentatively eased my tongue against her full bottom lip. Alex moaned, her mouth opening more, and I took advantage, slipping the tip of my tongue into her warmth, tracing over the edge of her teeth. The Remy still scented her breath, along with a faint peppermint taste. All in all, she tasted like heaven.

 

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Alex:

When I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, I didn't object. Instead, I opened my lips more to receive him. Our tongues touched, then eased apart before touching again. Our kiss was slow, sweet, tentative. He didn't want to rush me, and I didn't want to rush. I hadn't been treated this tenderly, well, ever.

Jeremy's hand was holding my head, allowing me to relax as we explored each other's mouths. His kiss was soul-stirring, and I felt my body responding, even though I knew I didn't want to have sex with him. After several minutes of the slow kiss, I pulled away, my eyes seeking his. He looked at me, desire clouding his gaze, and I smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek.

"That was nice Jeremy, but..." I started to say, and his eyes narrowed. I hurried to finish, "but I don't think we should go any further. I'm not, umm, not ready."

He nodded, swallowing hard, before lowering his mouth to mine again. Confused, I pulled away again, frowning up at him. "Jeremy..."

"Shhh, Alex. I don't want anymore from you, at least not tonight. I just want to keep kissing you. Is that so bad?" he whispered, his hand stroking my hair gently.

I smiled, blushing a bit, and then shook my head. "No, it's not bad at all Jeremy. Not at all." Then I leaned forward, my mouth meeting his, our tongues coming out to play and tease again. And I sighed. How happy I was that I'd gathered the courage to come meet Jeremy; I had a feeling my life would never be the same.

 

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Jeremy:

I kissed her for ages, slowly and surely. I didn't ever want to stop. Never did my hands slide anywhere other than her waist, even though they wanted to. She was a great kisser. Passionate. I could feel her heart pounding against mine. She was holding back, as was I. Neither of us wanted to ruin what had started out so great by moving too fast. It was the first time ever that I'd had a female in my bed without having sex with her. And it felt good. I was tired of the bullshit games that I'd played for years. It was time to settle down. And, so far, Alex had captured my attention. And, soon, I feared she'd capture my heart.

Finally, after an intense half hour of kissing, I pulled away, panting. "Alex, we should sleep." I said, swallowing hard. My dick was erect and I knew she could feel it pressing against her thigh. But I knew if we didn't stop kissing, I'd end up doing something I'd regret. She frowned up at me, then nodded.

"I love kissing you, but if we don't stop....well." I murmured, brushing my lips softly over hers again. She laughed, and nodded. "Ok, Jeremy. Let's sleep...will you hold me though?"

"Of course I will. You feel too good not to. Come here." I lay on my back, pulling her against me. Her head rested on my chest, her hair trailing over my flesh. I slid my arm under her waist, my hand again on her hip. She sighed, and squirmed closer, causing my cock to throb again. "Good night Alex. Sweet dreams." I whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"Night Jeremy." she replied, her eyes fluttering closed and her breathing slowly evening out. She felt good against me, and soon, I dozed off to, her warm body still pressed tight against mine.