When Alonzo tried to pick up Fawkes at the mall that first day, she almost walked away from him. Just another guy hitting on her she was her first thought and that was a common enough occurrence, the price a beautiful girl paid in this world.
But Fawkes didn't walk away. She stopped and turned and listened to his line, some garbage about being new in town, and needing her opinion on something or other. Fawkes was only barely listening, but she was taking this man in. There was something about him, she couldn't quite pinpoint what, but there was something of interest here.
So she helped him shop and pick out some clothes. He was friendly, flirty (maybe too flirty), and he was obviously trying to impress her. These things were not things that usually drew Fawkes to a man, but in talking to him that day, she found him to be intelligent, funny, handsome, and despite her first impression, grown up. She liked a mature man, one who could talk about all kinds of things, one that knew about life, not one of the men her own age that were so full of themselves. And Alonzo had a way with words and Fawkes like that very much.
The two of them spent the day together and talked into the night. She felt comfortable with him, enjoyed the conversation, and she liked looking at him.
When Alonzo finally left that night, he kissed her gently and asked if she would like to go out on the weekend, to a formal dance. The kiss was nice, but Fawkes was a little disappointed. The kiss was too polite and Fawkes was hoping for something more forceful. She agreed to the date, however, partly because she liked to dance and dress up, partly because he was handsome, and partly because there was just something about Alonzo that intrigued her.
When Alonzo arrived to pick her up, Fawkes was already ready. When the door chime rang, she opened the door to see a tuxedoed Alonzo standing there with flowers in his hand.
"Oh, Fawkes, you look amazing," he said after giving her a little kiss and handing her the flowers. Fawkes knew he was right. She was beautiful and she knew how to dress. Her white gown fit her buxom form just right. "You look almost angelic", Alonzo added.
She hurried to put the flowers into a vase, and then joined Alonzo in the foyer, stealing a glance of the two of them in the long mirror adjacent to the door. The sight made her stop in her tracks. Alonzo came over and put his arm around her waist and followed her gaze into the mirror.
"We make a striking couple," he said.
"Yes, we certainly do," Fawkes agreed.
The dance was being held at an elegant ballroom that had a very romantic atmosphere. The women were all decked out in their finest gowns, and the men all handsome in their finery.
When Fawkes and Alonzo entered the room, they turned many heads for they were, indeed, a striking couple. Fawkes liked that. She liked the men looking at her, but she like the women casting envious glances at her handsome date.
The lights were dim and the music played and Alonzo and Fawkes danced together. He was light on his feet and the way he handled her body as they danced was very sexy.
After a few dances, Alonzo said, "This is fun, but I would like a more intimate dance, one where I can hold you close, so we can chat".
This was really the first time that Alonzo had expressed his desire for her, even though it was only in reference to dancing. Until that moment, he had been almost over gentlemanly, always asking for her opinion, did she like this or did she prefer that.
Fawkes liked a strong, aggressive man, and was glad t see Alonzo finally showing some small sign of that.
Alonzo took Fawke's hand and guided her to a dark corner of the dance floor. He drew her tightly against him and put his strong arms around her. Fawkes responded by throwing her arms around his neck.
It was very intimate. They danced slowly, his hands moving along her back to her butt, her hands feeling his shoulders and arms.
And they kissed. This was not the polite kiss that he left her with the other night, nor the weak hello kiss he greeted her with at the door at her house earlier in the evening. The kiss was passionate and it caught Fawkes a little by surprise.
The dance became more erotic as the evening progressed. Her breasts were crushed again Alonzo's chest and his hands roamed her body with more freedom. She liked it. She liked the feel of his hands on her body. She liked his kisses on her lips, and when they occasionally moved down her cheek to her neck and shoulders, she liked that even more.
Fawkes looked up into his blue eyes. The intensity of his eyes startled her for a moment. She was feeling a warmth inside herself that was unexpected.
"Fawkes, I want you," Alonzo said as his look penetrated her being. The forceful way that he said it excited her. Was this the same polite man she had spent the day with earlier in the week?
Putting her hand against his chest so she could feel his heart beat, Alonzo spoke again, "Fawkes, I want you and I want you now".
A surge of electricity shot through Fawkes, starting between her legs and shooting straight to her head. She knew at that moment she would do whatever this man wanted her to do.
Taking her hand, Alonzo led Fawkes through the crowded ballroom and outside. Within in minutes he had her in his car.
"Where are we going?" she asked quietly.
Alonzo put his hand on her thigh and smiled. "My place. I have a surprise for you."
After arriving at his small apartment, he again took her hand and led her to his bedroom. The room was neat but masculine and there was a small bathroom adjacent to it.
Pulling Fawkes tightly to him, He kissed her deeply, his hands aggressively exploring her body. Fawkes was breathless. She was surprised by the liberties he was taking with her, but she had no desire to stop him. In fact, she couldn't stop him. She realized that she would let this man do anything he wanted with her.
Alonzo broke away from the kiss and stepped back from her. He began unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie.
"Now, my love, I want to see your body," he said forcefully.
Fawkes hesitated. She had only met Alonzo a few days before.
"NOW, FAWKES," he said quite sternly.
Fumbling with the clasps, Fawkes began undress, head down, a little embarrassed.
"Look at me, Fawkes. Look at me while you undress."
Fawkes raised her eyes to meet his. His look seared through her being. She felt him devouring her as she removed her clothing.
As she undressed, so did he. His body was a sight, so muscular so firm. She longed to touch it, to feel his skin.
