I sit at the edge of my bed pinching and twisting the red duvet cover between my fingers. For a moment I break the hand’s attack of the fabric to reach for tea I finished making a few moments ago and take a sip. The other yellow porcelain tea cup and saucer lay in wait for Alexander to emerge from the bathroom.
Suddenly the door of the bathroom opens as a wave of steam wafts out. Behind it stands a man in a towel. No, that’s not right. Behind it stands a God with damp cloth surrounding his midsection. Thankfully, the towel is worn and threadbare in parts. The important part of that statement is the word ‘bare’.
As he moves closer to me I can make out his thick thigh muscles. My eyes fixate on the peep show that is sashaying toward me.
“Is this my tea?”
Alexander bends to pick up the saucer by the corner of my grey particle board end table. The flap in his towel opens and for one glorious moment I saw everything. I feel like a fourteen year old who happened to discover a hole in the wall of a gas station bathroom that the parents stopped at on their way to summer vacation in Wisconsin. I know I shouldn’t be looking, but come on! Wouldn’t you?
As I feel the very hot tea start to drip on the navy leggings I changed into, I realize I better put the tea down before I burn my crotch.
“Come sit down Alexander.“ I pat the spot next to me as I turn from placing my cup on the bedside table.
As he takes his seat I try to move my eyes up to his, but it’s really hard to tear them away from that amazingly smooth chest.
“Are you cold?” I ask finally moving my eyes to meet his.
He nods, “Yeah, a little. It was warm in the bathroom, but out here it’s a little chilly.”
I scoot closer and wrap my arms around him and rub my chest on his arm. Alexander is trying to lean out of my grasp with a perplexed expression.
“What...what are you doing Aria?”
“I’m trying to warm you up. You said you were chilly.”
He breaks free and pushes me back with his hands on my shoulders.
“I thought you had something for me to put on. A blanket or sheet.”
I get up and start to head toward my closet.
“Oh, you were serious about that. Well, if that’s what you want. You know they say if you are stranded in the cold with someone, it’s best to get naked and huddle under a blanket to keep warm then stay apart.”
I can hear his chuckle come from behind me as I rummage through my scattered clothes and discover a very large sweatshirt that I wore in college. I went through a phase where I would wear oversized tops and skinny pants and big chunky shoes.
“Here is an old top you can wear that probably fits. Let me check the living room for a blanket.” I toss the purple sweatshirt that says, “I spank for onion rings” and head out to the couch. Grabbing the small yellow blanket I head back into the bedroom to find Alexander donning my top. Where it was loose and fell off my shoulders on me, it is tight and three-quarter sleeved on him.
I hold the blanket in front of me and turn my head away from him.
“Here use this. I won’t look as you put it on.”
What he doesn’t know, is I have a mirror on my dresser angled perfectly to see him change. He drops the towel and I have to hold in a gasp as I take him in. How does a man this good looking have problems with women? I can’t believe women aren’t throwing themselves at him. I know I am.
“Get a good look?” Alexander’s voice snaps my head away from the reflection.
He points to the mirror I was just eyeing as he finishes wrapping the blanket around his waist. I smirk and go to sit back on the bed, casually picking up my tea to drink before setting it back down.
“Yes I did.”
“I thought you weren’t going to look?” Alexander sits beside me.
“Oh please, like if the roles were reversed you wouldn’t have checked me out? I couldn’t help that the mirror was right there.”
I’m throwing my arms in the air, wide eyed as he just lets out a soft chuckle.
“God Aria you are cute.”
I lean toward him and bring my finger to his shirt to trace a screenprinted curly fry.
“And you are stunningly sexy Alexander. Now what’s this I hear about you paying for women?”
He groans and flops back on the bed. I glance down and am disappointed to find the blanket hasn’t slipped from his waist.
Alexander rubs his face before placing his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling.
“To make a really long story short, I pay women every so often, basically when I get lonely, to just hang out with me. I don’t have sex with them, I just like the companionship.”
Some how I am not buying this.
“They are always paid to have sex with men and in the, what, ten years you have been dealing with call girls you never once had sex with them? Why don’t I believe you Alexander?”
He rolls over to his side and I just have to say he looks good enough to eat right now. I almost don’t care he has been with these women, I would love to fondle all his firm parts right now. If some of the parts aren’t firm yet, I won’t stop until they are. This I vow.
“I fell for one once. The first one I was with. I was saving myself for her. We made promises to run away together. I told her I would take care of her, she didn’t need to do that anymore. I was like a sad Police song. Then I found out that she was just telling me what I wanted to hear because I was paying her. I was young, never had been with a woman before so I was heartbroken. That taught me they will say anything they think you want to hear to make money. I don’t want my first time to be with a woman I have to pay for. I want it to be with someone who cares for me. I’m not out for sex, just for the pleasure of their company. That’s why I would still pay for them. I like the way they touched me and felt and smelled. I enjoyed talking to them, hearing them laugh. Don’t get me wrong, I would fool around with some of them, but nothing too intimate. God, this all sounds pathetic when I talk about it out loud.”
Now I am not so freaked about the hooker thing, but the other topic he just brought up.
“So...um...are you a virgin Alexander?”
His face goes red as his hands cover his eyes while he nods, “Yes.” His voice almost a whisper.
I think most women in this situation would be shocked and maybe even a little worried. Not me. I’m so turned on right now.
“Well, I’ve never been with a virgin before.” My voice breathy as I reach over to trace the fry on his shirt, again. His hand covers mine to stop me.
“Aria, why are you like this?”
I stretch down on my side so I am facing him as he turns his head to me.
“Always sexualizing me. I am confessing something I haven’t really told anyone about and you turn it into foreplay.”
Who is this guy? I don’t understand the problem here. What guy would have a problem with a woman that they are attracted to turning everything the guy says or does into sex?
“Have you looked in a mirror lately Alexander? Because you are sexy. I mean super-fine sexy. You make David Beckham look like toe cheese. Your question should be, ‘Why don’t all women act like this around you?’ Which I am trying to get to the bottom of myself.”
He takes a deep breath and sighs.
“You are so beautiful Aria and your paintings, well, they tell me there is some deep understanding you have that I want to get to know. I desire so much from you. Yes, some of it has to do with your body, but most of what I want from you is to know you. To watch you as you taste something really delicious. To hear you laugh at a joke and find out what type of joke would make you laugh. What makes you angry and when you do get upset, what does your face look like? You may not think this a big deal, but I’m starved for it. I don’t know any of that. There have been very few people in my life where I can witness that on a regular basis.”
His hand reaches over and brushes some of my hair from my neck.
“Alexander, why are you like that?”
“How am I being? Like what?” He furrows his brow.
“Like some Jane Austen character come to life. You say the most romantic things and I’m just not used to that.”
He’s frowning now.
“That’s a shame Aria because you deserve nothing but the most beautiful words spoken to you for the rest of your days.”
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63. THE Insane
62. THE Bechmann
61. THE Morning After
60. THE Attack
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58. THE Emergency
57. THE Welcome Home
56. THE First Day Back
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52. THE Teacher
51. THE Discussion
50. THE Mommy
49. THE Bar Fly
48. THE Watchful Eye
47. THE Big Guns
46. THE Never
45. THE Feast
44. THE Bathroom Threesome
43. THE Pee Pee
42. THE Fine
41. THE Shirt Attack
40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
33. THE Drink
32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
31. THE Online Experience
30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
28. THE Drunk Dial
27. THE Birthday
26. THE Meeting
25. THE New Job
24. THE Disagreement
23. THE Big Movie
22. THE Sleepover
21. THE Club
20. THE Leave
19. THE Beggar
18. THE Confrontation
17. THE Jackoff
16. THE Bathroom
15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
9. THE Payneful Reminder
8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
4. THE Paperwork
3. THE Letter
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