Page 22 of Festive Flings

I arrive at her place at 6:55 p.m. It's raining again, and unconcerned that she’ll know how eager I am, I buzz her apartment instead of waiting until 7 p.m. I am eager. I can’t wait to spend time with her.

“You’re early!” she shouts through the door at me. I can hear her unchaining the lock, and when she finally opens the door to me, she looks even more gorgeous than I remember.

“You look beautiful, Lauren. You’ve changed your hair!” I say to her with my voice full of awe and desire. As I hug her in greeting, the blood rushes to my groin, and I have to turn my pelvis away, so I don’t jab her with my unruly cock and scare her away. A faint pink covers her cheeks, and my stomach flutters as though it's full of butterflies. She is so adorable. It's the dimples; they get me everytime!

I like her even more than I thought. I didn’t think it would be possible to fancy her more than I did, but with her dark glossy hair in waves around her shoulders and her cute-as-hell smile complete with dimples, I am completely and utterly mesmerised by this intriguing woman.

She invites me in again, and it is reminiscent of coming home; it is familiar and comfortable because she is here.

“I’m so glad you texted me back, Lauren. I thought I had messed up my chance with you.” I tell her as honestly as I can. I want there to be no miscommunications. I want this woman; I want her with every inch of my being. I want her like I’ve never wanted anyone ever before.

“I want to be honest, Tim. I nearly didn’t text you. Someone knocked my hand before I could delete what I had written out. I didn’t think you would still be interested. I am having a hard time believing you are actually here at all. But I’m relieved that moron did bump into me. I don’t know if I would have had the courage to text you otherwise.”

As I stand close to her, I brush her hair away from her face with one hand. “A happy accident then,” I say before I brush my lips over hers. She tastes delicious, like cotton candy, her scent is like vanilla and marshmallows and I just want to devour every part of her. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer. I just really needed to kiss you.”

I could groan in pent up agitation when she bites her lip as she looks away with the hint of a smile on her lips; my words and my kiss caused that reaction in her. I wonder again what other reactions I could extract from her.

I know she is having a hard time understanding how she affects me. I hate that she feels insecure about herself, and that forces her to question whether my interest is genuine and long-lasting. I will have to be patient and understanding and show her that my yearning for her will stand the test of time. I have never felt like this about anyone. I think I’m falling in love with her. I have always preferred a certain type of woman. Curvy, voluptuous and sweet. Lauren is the whole package and more. She is smart and funny and although she doesn't realise yet; she is hot as hell. I could lose myself in her eyes and her dimples when she smiles are simply mesmerising. It's not just about her physical appearance though, I have always been on the fence on the matter of ‘soulmates’, not that I didn’t believe it, but I had no proof one way or the other. But when I met Lauren, it felt like ‘recognition’. I didn’t know her, but something in me recognised her. She is all the proof I need, she is my soulmate. I know this is something special, I know we could make this work if she can let me in.

“You’re a really good kisser. I like you, Tim. Please don’t mess with me. I want to believe this is real, that you could like me too. But I am so scared of being hurt.” I look into her eyes as she opens up to me. She is putting herself out there. So I will too.

“I really, really like you, Lauren. I went on a double-blind date, and all I could think about was you. I wished she was you. I promise I am genuine. I promise I will not hurt you. Well not deliberately or intentionally at least. I am really falling for you.”

She kisses me this time, and I groan in pleasure as her soft body presses against mine. My dick throbs from the contact. There is no hiding it now; she must know by now how kissing her makes me almost cum in my pants.

“Is that for me?” she shyly asks me, and for a moment I think she is asking about my aching cock that has a life of its own; as far as she is concerned, the bloody thing will not behave and continually tries to joust with the poor woman.

As the blood floods my face turning me as red as a tomato, I am about to admit it’s all for her, but thankfully realise in the nick of time that she is not referring to my wayward cock, but to the Poinsettia I am still gripping on to.

“Yes. It's for you. I wanted to get you a bunch of flowers, but I quite liked this when I saw it.” She smiles radiantly as I hand the plant to her. Her eyes glow, and I am so glad I got it; the look of joy and appreciation from Lauren made everything worthwhile. I would shower this woman with anything her heart desires to have her look at me like that again.

We settle in her living room with trashy Saturday night television and order takeaway Chinese food. We talk away with ease like we have known each other for years. It's such a simple night, but I never want it to end.

More simple nights with Lauren sound like a dream come dream. There is nothing I want more than sharing evening after evening with Lauren. Especially as I can no longer envision a future without her in it.

Fuck I am falling fast. But dear God, it feels so good.

~ Owen ~

The next few days go by in a flurry of panic and disarray. London has been hit by snowfall and on top of the torrential rain we had over the weekend the place was starting to resemble a giant ice rink. Sunday evening arrives, and the higher-ups at the company advise us to allow our employees to work from home where possible.

I have an excuse to call Jamie. My palms become sweaty, and my mouth suddenly feels wet and dry all at the same time. I hope there is a natural opening for me to talk to her casually.

I dial her number, and after a few rings it goes to voicemail. So, I leave a message asking her to ring me back. Around ten minutes later she calls me back.

“Hi, sorry about that, I was in the shower, Mr. Matthews… Owen… I’m not sure how to address you this way.” She starts off. Fuck my name sounds lyrical from her lips. Now all I can think of is her naked in the shower, rubbing soap suds all over her body.

“Owen’s fine. Are you able to work from home tomorrow? We have been told to ask people to work from home if they can because of the bad weather.” My voice has an edge to it as I try and fail to keep it level. I will myself not to think of Jamie sitting naked with just a towel protecting her beautiful body from my gaze. When I speak to her, I sound as though I’m angry instead of horny and frustrated.

“And that makes you mad because?” she asks me with a hint of a laugh in her voice. I can’t help but laugh in reply.

“Sorry, I’m truly sorry! I know I sounded mad then, but I’m not. I just have to spend my Sunday evening convincing you all that working from home is a good thing.” No! Why did I say it like that? Why do words continue to fall from my big fat stupid mouth?

The hurt is evident in her voice when she replies to me. “I can work from home, Mr. Matthews. I’m sorry to have taken up your time.”

“Jamie, wait! I’m so shit at this. I didn’t mean it that way. How was your weekend, eh?”

She does a bit of a groan before answering. “Well my date wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. And I have been looking after my sister's children since yesterday afternoon. She’s just got back now. So nothing too eventful. How was your weekend?”

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