Boston is stunning at night. Especially from the windows of an apartment in an elite residential complex. Watching the sparkling lights, I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice my man coming up to me.
His hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His scent enveloped me in an invisible cloud, unobtrusive, sweet with tart notes. I enjoyed it in complete silence and darkness.
I put my head on his shoulder, plunging into a world of bliss, when he touched my neck. A shiver ran through my body, bringing a feeling of weightlessness. His kisses sank lower, to my collarbone, paving the way after the straps of my light negligee slipped from my shoulders.
I raised my hands up to give him unhindered access to my body, and buried my fingers in Mike's hair. His palms slid over my skin and covered my breasts, squeezing my nipples. I shuddered, arching, and at that moment, I got a passionate kiss on the lips.
Goosebumps covered my skin, but it was unclear from what, whether from the cool air touching my naked body, or from my wild excitement. The first option was unlikely, because I burned like a lit match, and Mike also teased me, stroking my hips with his fingertips, barely touching, without interrupting the caress of his lips.
Surrendering to these tactile sensations, I didn't even notice how we ended up on the bed in his room. Slowly spreading my legs apart, Mike rose above me, heating the space around me. I felt his hot and passionate touch with every cell. The weight of this male body did not bother me at all. On the contrary, I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. Freeing my hands, I studied the relief of his back.
Mike's greedy kiss went past my neck and moved further down. Once at my breast, he caressed the nipple with a light touch of his tongue, then took it into his mouth and squeezed my other with his fingers. My groan was so loud it seemed we could be heard on the first floor.
Sliding his tongue down, Mike drew an intricate pattern on my stomach. The feeling of lightness rose on wings of pleasure, then was followed by laughter. It was both pleasant and terribly ticklish. Impossible to explain in words...
When he got to the edge of my panties, he grabbed them with his teeth and with a wild growl pulled them down my legs, throwing aside the unnecessary piece of fabric. Then his underwear flew in the same direction. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Mike grabbed my legs and pulled me to him in one motion, making himself comfortable between them.
"I'm sorry, dear, I could continue torturing you, but I can't stand it myself," he whispered into my lips and, abruptly entering, drowned out my moan with a kiss.
The intertwining of our hands and breathing in unison plunged us into a world full of pleasure. We moved to the same rhythm, neither of us dominating, and eventually climaxed together.
Still inside me, Mike collapsed, crushing my relaxed body under him. Briefly brushing his lips against my face, he whispered those sweet compliments for which I love him so much.
That night was full of tenderness and affection. It was a little different from the others. It was something special, whatever it was... Sensual... Unprotected... And we couldn't sleep until dawn.
Opening my eyes, I smiled at the new day. It was the end of December, which meant that almost two months of my carefree life had passed. Mark disappeared completely, didn't even show up at parties. Miranda was a little nervous, but everyone thought it was because of unrequited love.
Mike was still asleep when I wriggled out of his warm embrace and went to the kitchen for a delicious portion of hot chocolate with marshmallows. A couple of days ago, we celebrated Christmas. Each of us spent it with our family. This did not suit Norton at all, and I listened to his outrage as he escorted me all the way to the plane. But the separation was short-lived. We had already spent the night together in his apartment.
And why do I have the feeling that last night was a farewell? Get the bad thoughts out of your head, Alana, everything's okay...
Watching the snow cover the elite area of the city in large flakes, I shuddered slightly, feeling how Mike's gentle touch flowed into a firm embrace. The New Year was coming, another leaf in my life. And it was time to confess my feelings. Right. Exactly at midnight, I will open my heart to Mike.
"Do you remember there's a Christmas party at the university today? Or rather, as it's called, 'The Christmas Ball'," Mike said in a half-whisper in my ear, at the same time stroking my belly under my T-shirt.
My blood froze in my veins. Of course I knew, but did he really think I would go there? No way. And yet the bad feeling grew like a snowball. Share my experience with him? Should I tell him about the conversation Jess and I overheard a couple of months ago? Although... No, that's stupid.
You should have done it in a timely manner, Alana...
"I'm not going. I have nothing to wear," I said the first thing that came to mind, acknowledging the stupidity of my answer, but still...
"You've found something to worry about," Norton snorted. "An outfit is waiting for you in the closet, and I am sure that you will outshine everyone with your beauty."
It was useless to argue with him. He had to go to this ball to appear before his teachers, who have him in good standing, and he could not go alone. So, I had two options: either I dress up nicely and go with him, or he will drag me there anyway, no matter how I look.
The dress was truly chic: cut to the floor, the turquoise fabric tailored to emphasize a dignified figure. High-heeled shoes shimmered in the light like a million diamonds. I styled my hair in large curls and applied evening makeup. The pendant Norton had once given me complimented the overall picture.
I closed my eyes and exhaled. I didn't even want to think about how many zeros I was wearing at that moment.
"You're amazingly beautiful." Mike's excited voice did not make things easier; on the contrary, it added even more butterflies to my stomach.
Evening. Campus. Thankfully, the paths were cleared. Otherwise, there would have been a show of Antarctic penguins. One building of the sports section was prepared and decorated for this event. There were a lot of people inside, and it was not easy for us to find 'our own', or rather, Norton's acquaintances. On top of that, I could not see Jess.
"You're so tense. Have you lost anyone?" Mike asked, leading me in a slow dance.
"I'm waiting for Jessica; I need to talk to her urgently."
"You can always talk to me," he replied.
"Of course I can. If you have a vagina in your pants, you're a pretty blonde and your name is Jessica Milton." I laughed when the guy picked me up and spun me around.
After a while I found what I what I was looking for. She was arguing with Alex about something and looked very anxious. When I approached them, Jess looked at me.
"Alana," she gasped, but remained restless, scanning the space behind me.
"What happened?" I approached her and lightly touched her hand.
"Someone's being paranoid. She saw Wood's car in the parking lot and flew into a panic," Alex said.
Mark? Here? Why did he decide to show up today?
My eyes grew wider with every second, and I could scoop the fear out of them with a spoon. It was easy for Alex to talk like that; he didn't hear that conversation. God, how stupid we were to keep our mouths shut.
"Girls, why these faces?" Norton came over and put his hand on my lower back. Something was definitely brewing, and I felt it would have unpleasant consequences for me.
"Miranda arrived in her brother's car while hers is being repaired, and these two bugs made a fuss. Let's go get them something to drink. Maybe they need some liquid courage?" Alex suggested, and he and Mike disappeared into the crowd.
"Jess," I began in a trembling voice, "I'm scared... Do you feel it too?" Before she could respond, Miranda bumped into her, nearly knocking them both off their feet.
"Jessica! There you are! And I've been looking for you everywhere. Come on, I really need to introduce you to someone!" The blonde did not even have time to open her mouth, as this black fury carried her to the other end of the hall.
So, Alana, calm down. Nothing bad will happen. It's just a combination of circumstances that forced you to stand here alone. Take a deep breath and go for a walk...
But as soon as I closed my eyes and took a breath, I felt a sudden burning sensation in my neck, as if someone had injected me with something. Everything happened in an instant. I didn't even have time to respond to anything. Putting my hand over the pain, I staggered on the spot. I was too terrified to turn around - I wouldn't see anything good there. Everything blurred before my eyes, and eventually darkness fell over me.