Stood up

You didn’t want to admit it but since meeting Larissa at Ellen’s you had barely stopped thinking about her. After leaving the restaurant you’d told yourself that it had only been a one-night stand and you probably wouldn’t see the woman again, and you were sure Larissa thought the same about you.

And yet, the tall woman had been on your mind almost constantly. Even as you were composing a bouquet of white lilies, you couldn’t help but smile as you wondered if Larissa liked receiving flowers. You shook your head a little. You should not be having this kind of thoughts, who ever thought about giving flowers to a one-time lover? Or perhaps…No. No, it wasn’t anything more than that. You wouldn’t allow it to be more than that.

You couldn’t help it. When you sat down at your usual table at Ellen’s on the next Friday, you couldn’t help but wonder if Larissa would come. You had no way to find the tall woman. You knew she was a school principal but that was about it. She, on the other hand, knew you would dine at Ellen’s every week on the same day.

“The usual ?” Lydia asked as she stopped by your table. You nodded absentmindedly, your eyes glued on the booth where the tall woman had sat the previous week.

“Thinking about the lady ?” Your friend pushed a smile and you rolled your eyes in response. “Don’t be ridiculous, Lydia.” You groaned before quickly adding “Has she booked a table, though ?”. The waitress shook her head and told you that she had not, but you never knew, she could show up to the restaurant without a reservation.

And it was ridiculous really, to feel disappointed when after over an hour the booth had remained empty, and you had just finished eating your food. But then again you couldn’t help it.

Switching your attention back to the cheating man who was, as expected, dining with his mistress, you wondered if the young woman knew that he was married. Had he told her that he was divorced? Or perhaps he had promised her that he would, that he didn’t love his wife anymore and would leave her so the two of them could live happily ever after. Foolish girl.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when a hand landed on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, your breath hitching in your chest as you noticed the perfectly manicured fingers.

“Is this seat taken ?” Larissa asked with a soft smile and all you could do was shake your head in response. She took her jacket off before sitting down in front of you, your lips pulling in a smile as you contemplated her beauty.

“You came.” Was all you could say, earning a small chuckle from the tall woman. “Of course I did. The wine is exquisite.” Larissa waited a few seconds before adding “And I knew you would be here.” And that alone was enough to make you melt.

Lydia appeared by your table to take Larissa’s order. A glass of wine, she had already had dinner. The waitress gave you a wink as she turned around and walked away after scribbling down on her notepad.

“So I take it that you came back for more ?” You asked and took a sip of wine. “More ?” Larissa raised an eyebrow. “More what? Sex ?” She grinned a little seeing your pupils dilating, how good it made her feel knowing you wanted her.

“Yes, sex.” You nodded, biting your tongue at the thought of asking if maybe, just maybe, she wanted more than sex. You doubted someone like her would ever want to be seen with someone like you. And it wasn’t just about the age gap. No, Larissa was simply so much more than you, in every way. But perhaps you could settle for this, casual sex with the woman, no strings attached.

There was a flash of something in Larissa’s eyes, it was quick but not quick enough for you not to catch it. She seemed almost…Disappointed? No, you were probably imagining things.

But you weren’t. Larissa pushed a smile but her heart squeezed in disappointment and she mentally scolded herself for being such a naive woman.

You had spent the whole week haunting her mind, your voice whispering in her ear when she was typing out emails late at night in her office, the ghost of your hands brushing up her thighs when she was in an important meeting.

Larissa had stopped believing in love a long time ago when she was still a teenager. But you had looked at her in such an intoxicating way, like she was the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes on, and she had thought that maybe…But of course not. You were too young and she was far too old, you were pretty and full of life and she was-

“Hey!” Your voice snapped her out of her thoughts and you leaned in a little, gently placing your hand on hers. “We don’t have to.” You said “Have sex. We don’t have to. I will gladly sit here with you for hours, just chatting and learning to know each other as we empty a bottle of red wine.”

And that’s exactly what you chose to do. For a little over an hour you two talked about everything and anything, Larissa asking most of the questions, seemingly eager to learn more about you but also not divulging too much about herself.

The hands on the clock were close to midnight when Lydia approached your table again. She apologized for interrupting your conversation but the restaurant was about to close. “The bar next door is open until two, though.” She added as she handed you the bill and you paid for both Larissa and yourself.

“Night Lydia, see you next week!” You waved at your friend and pulled the door open for Larissa before quickly following her outside.

“So, where is your car parked ?” You asked, burying your hands in your pockets. “Oh just a little down the road.” Larissa gestures with her left hand and you start walking that way.

“It’s late, I don’t want anything happening to you out there in the dark.” You simply say. Truth be told, you knew Larissa would have no problem overpowering a potential attacker, but you didn’t want this moment to end.

“Let me drive you home ?” She offered and you immediately declined, it was late and you didn’t want to bother her. “I live nearby.” You said. “Really, I will be home in less than-“ Your words were suddenly cut off by her hands on your cheeks. She grasped your face in her hands and knotted her fingers in your hair, tipping your head back to press her lips against yours.

She kissed you hard, her mouth was hot and urgent and needy. It was a desperate kiss, her lips hungry against yours as she drew your bodies together. And you take it back: you won’t settle for casual sex with her. It would never, ever be enough.

Larissa eventually pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily as she pressed her forehead against yours. You can feel her chest moving up and down, butterflies blooming below your navel when she starts laughing.

“Let me take you home.” She whispered, and it wasn’t a question this time. “Fine.” You agreed “But only if you come in for a minute.” You added, making Larissa laugh again. She gave a nod, you had a deal.

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You barely had stepped foot inside your apartment when Larissa was all over you once more. Her eager mouth back on yours. She knew she was kissing you too hard, going too fast, but she simply couldn’t make herself slow down. She’d been hurting too much for too long and she wouldn’t take the risk of letting you slip through her fingers.

On any other day, or with any other woman, Larissa would have been embarrassed by her behavior. But there was something about that night, or about you, that made her feel confident. Beautiful. Invincible.

She had you pressed against the wall, one of her hands snaking down between your bodies until she made quick work of unbuttoning your trousers.

“Say it,” She whispered. “Ask me to fuck you.”

You caught her mouth in a kiss but she pulled away, leaving you craving for more. “Say it.” She said again, more demanding this time. “Please, please, fuck me.” You whispered barely audibly, a wanton moan escaping your lips when Larissa’s fingers slipped between your folds and slid right into your soaked sex.

“Look at me.” She demanded and you obeyed, finding her blue eyes unabashedly filled with lust. She pulled her fingers out only to push them back deeper inside you.

“God!” You cried out when she curled her fingers inside your cunt and raked her fingertips against your g-spot. The tall woman let out a low chuckle and reminded you that her name was Larissa, she wouldn’t let God or any other man take credit for the pleasure that she was giving you.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you ?” She purred as her free hand pushed your shirt over your head only to let it fall to the floor. She nipped at your neck, leaving lipstick marks on your jaw and slowly moving down to your chest.

Her lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking on it almost painfully and making you whine, writhing against the wall.

“Please, Larissa…” You begged, hips bucking against the tall woman’s hand to meet her thrusts. “I need, please…” You mumbled, knowing your words weren’t making much sense.

“I know, sweetheart.” Larissa purred in your ear, her thumb coming to draw lazy circles on your clit, making you whine even louder. You were close, so close you could feel yourself contracting around the woman’s fingers.

“Look at me.” Larissa demanded again, grabbing a handful of your hair and giving it a gentle tug so you would look up at her. “Will you cum for me ?” She whispered against your mouth, capturing your lips in a heated kiss to muffle your moans as you were pushed over the edge.

Slowly you came down from your high, moving your hips away from Larissa’s hand when your sex throbbed from the overstimulation.

“Let me tuck you into bed.” Larissa smiled and pressed a quick kiss on your lips. “But-“ you started, ready to argue about wanting to make her cum. “Another day.” She said, carrying you to your bedroom. “I need to go back to Nevermore. But we will meet again, plenty of Fridays to come.” She whispered as she tucked you in and kissed your forehead.

You tried your best to keep your eyes open, wanting to keep Larissa by your side as long as possible. But exhaustion and alcohol had worked their magic on you and you fell asleep in less than a couple of minutes.

Larissa took a last look at you before walking out of your bedroom. You looked at peace, she noted, like you had really enjoyed your time with her.

She pulled a pen from her handbag and borrowed a sticky note from your kitchen. Thinking for a moment before writing you a note.

“Here is my number, use it wisely! To (hopefully) many more Friday evenings spent together. Yours, Larissa. Xx”