Alex and I had not been together long at all, in fact, it had only been a few months but it was a wild few months. He was younger than me but together our chemistry made us rampant. He had deep ginger hair and creamy tanned skin which I suspected was due to the sun bed rather than the infamous ginger-caramel skin gene which I didn't actually believe existed anywhere in the world. For a 19 year old he was charming and funny. In fact, his main drawback, and it was a huge drawback was that he lived with his parents.
We both knew we were never going to get married and I was far from the sweet little angel his mother had in mind for him. Alex was never going to introduce me to his parents. I was the kind of girl his mum had always worried he would end up with. Don't get me wrong I wasn't into drugs and I paid my own way in life but I loved fun. I loved going out and having a giggle and getting a bit too drunk and acting a bit too loud and I hated ironing, why iron something if it looked ok with a few creases? Alex's mum wanted a sweet girl who would stay at home and give birth every 18 months for the first 6 years of marriage and someone who would always wear crisp clean white cotton dresses.
Alex was as bad as me. His mum still gave him lunch money to take to work but little did she know that he spent it on condoms and pints of lager. The first time we'd actually got together we had almost ruined the moment by laughing as he tried to cram 50 pence pieces into the condom machine of the local pub.
"Alex darling, get yourself a nice sandwich" he kept repeating over and over again in a high pitched, well pronounced voice as we collapsed laughing.
At 27 I'd not lived with my parents for 9 years. First there was university, then a shared house and now finally I had a mortgage with my cousin Teddy. It was on a two bed flat but it worked well for us. He worked long hours and I worked shifts so we tended to be like ships in the night. Still, we'd only lived together for 5 months and because he was my older cousin I felt weird about bringing guys back. I know he wouldn't mind, at least I'm pretty sure he wouldn't but I wanted him to bring someone back first, and so far he hadn't.
Alex and I had been grabbing moments any time and any place we could, to do as much as we could. In fact the excitement of having to find places to sneak off to made it all the hornier. Last week I'd signed up as a member of his gym just so we could sneak into a shower together for a quick bit of action. And let me tell you, it was well worth the £40 a month.
Tonight Teddy had friends round and Alex's mum was out playing Bridge with her friends so we decided to spend the evening in his garage. The taxi dropped me off just around the corner and I called him to say I was waiting. He ran around the corner moments later, took a quick mouthful of my cheap wine and pulled me close.
"You smell good, follow me"
He grabbed my hand and led me down the street, turning and giving me a cheeky school boy grin. I trotted behind, forced to move quicker than intended in heels like this. The teetering and trotting finally came to a stop as Alex turned to me and indicated we move quietly with a finger held firmly to his lips. I took off my shoes and we slipped down the side of fair sized house towards a barely open garage door. Alex lifted the door slightly and we crept underneath and into the darkness of his parent's garage.
It was a fair size; probably a double with a door at the back which he said led to his dad's shed. The concrete on my feet felt cold and I hopped from foot to foot trying to return the heels without falling over. Alex gently shut the slide down door and led me to the back of the garage, towards the entrance to the shed. I felt the texture under my shoes change and realised he had laid some sort of blanket out. He sat down promptly and looked up at me with that childlike grin again; proud of himself. Then he padded his hand on the floor as an indication for me to join him. Next he revealed two disposable plastic cups and took the wine from me, pouring happily. Who said romance was dead? We drank our wine quickly, grinning at each other, neither saying a word but both knowing what was coming next.
I made the first move. I usually did. I stood up and once again removed the heels; they'd been a bad idea anyway. Next off was my coat, faux fur. It wasn't a particularly cold night but I thought it went well with my dress and heels. A girl has to be aware of fashion do's and don't when trying to bed her man these days. Although I suppose "bedding" him wasn't strictly correct in this situation. I dropped the coat and felt the cool damp air refresh my skin instantly. Alex stared at me, enjoying the show. I stood in my black dress. It wasn't too dramatic but it clinged at the top and had spaghetti straps that flattered my figure and hugged my breasts which were small and firm enough to sit nicely without support. I teased him by twirling around and letting the skirt rise and fall. I knew he was getting excited because he kept shifting his position on the floor.
Next I pulled the dress up slowly over my head and stood in just my pants, letting my knee's touch and feet point inwards whilst sucking gently on my finger. Alex knew the cue and dived up running his hands over as much of my flesh as possible and cupping my breasts firmly, squeezing my nipples each time he let his hands leave them. Then he moved towards my bottom, grabbing it, kissing my neck and gently biting it and gripping me increasingly tighter towards him. He stood back urgently and pulled his t shirt over his head, unbuttoning his jeans but not finishing. He stared up from his half fastened jeans and noticed my hand sliding gently under my pants.
He moved forward and dropped to his knee's, eyes wide and eager; pushing my pants aside and letting his tongue flicker gently just inside me. It felt good, really good. I moved forward so I was standing over him and he continued to let his tongue glide around my clitoris and inside me. My knees were getting wobbly. He gripped my thighs hard. Gently I nudged him and he moved back, allowing me to lie back on the blanket. I tried to remove my pants slowly but I wanted him pretty bad so it got kind of fumbly, yet he stared on with his eager eyes, barely able to wait for my next invitation.
I lay back and gently stroked my breast, squeezing my thighs tight together and enjoying the sensation it created in my crotch. Alex was having trouble deciding if he should focus on me or risk missing my antics by focusing on undoing his jeans. His decision was cut short by the sound of a car very nearby. Too nearby.
"Fuck it's my mum!" He whispered as loudly as possible, waving his arms at me to get up. Dazed by the interruption I froze. Alex was in a wild panic, grabbing our strewn clothes. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and started rolling me over and away from the blanket.
"alright, alright" I said which was met with a glare and ridiculously audible "SSSshhh".
He pointed to the shed door and I tiptoed through it at speed. He followed minutes later and shut the door, breathing heavily and looking panic stricken.
"Where are my clothes Alex?"
"Oh shit, did you not bring them in?" He looked livid. "For fucks sake! Right, wait outside."
He tried the shed's outer door but it was locked. He looked up at the Window and my heart sunk. This had to be a joke. He opened the window and offered his hands to heave me up. This wasn't happening. I stepped up and Alex pushed me high enough so that I was able to squeeze through the open window. I wasn't a big girl by any means, in fact I was quite petite and yet this was going to be a struggle. I almost screamed as the cold frame touched my ribs. Looking back, the only explanation for me not screaming was that the air had literally been knocked from my lungs. As I continued to pull myself through the window Alex retreated to the garage,
