That 90S Gap In Between Ch 03

It had been a little over four months since Alex met Harlee. Four months since the two of them exchanged words with one another. It had been four months since they sat in his Mustang speechless. It had been four long months, since they laid passionately in a bed of sin with one another. Four months since they walked out of each other's lives and never looked back.

In that four months so many of the shoulda, coulda, woulda have had been played between the both of them. So much they wanted, no they needed to say to one another and yet they sat across from one another still not saying shit.

The restaurant was quaint; when the hostess escorted them to their booth in the quiet corner they both noticed the aroma of delectable meals on the other patron's tables. The smells of salmon and chicken filled the room. Accompanying it was the robust smell of cappuccino and coffee that overwhelmed the small cafe. The soft jazz band playing by the entrance and the various local artist paintings hung on the walls. Everyone ate by electronic candle light and sat close together. However they sat in one of the few booths in the room across from one another.

Harlee sat across from him; her makeup was faintly still placed on her face, her curls untamed and wild. Her head was low and her lips lay soft. She had agreed to be here with him at this moment but he had no clue what was coming next.

He noticed everything about her now, dim lit light and all. He noticed her playing with rings on her fingers. How she pushed her hair behind her ear. The way her chest would raise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled. The way her nose twitched when she smelled something in the restaurant.

Harlee was beautiful guarded and calm yet daring all in one. Her body swayed to hums of Nina Simone that filled the ears of everyone. It wasn't until the server approached the table broke the unbearable silence, breaking Alex out of his thoughts.

"Ma'am what will we be having?"

"I'll just take a sweet tea." She said blandly. She needed to have her head clear to deal with whatever was about to happen

"And sir?"

"I'll just have a coffee." Alex told the server.

"I'll put those in for you and give you two a moment to look over the menu." He said, and disappeared to another table.

Harlee was looking down at her hands as she fidgeted with the rings on her various fingers again once the server waked away. They both knew the obvious; someone had to spark a conversation. Someone had to be bold enough to say something. Yet both just say there listening to the pounding of their own hearts beating amplified in unison.

"Hey." Alex said with a smile.

Through her lashes she peeked up at him and it instantly eased her tension. She couldn't figure out how he did that; made her so calm and erratic all at the same time.

"Hi." She said, as she blinked up at him cautiously.

"You know I never noticed before that your freckles were only on your cheeks." He said.

The server came back before she had a chance to respond. He sat down their drinks took their orders and then quickly dismissed himself from the table again.

'What is he thinking' Harlee thought to herself. 'Why am I here? Why are we here?' Unbeknown to her he was feeling and thinking the same thoughts and feelings she was. How similarly fucked up they both were.

"Sooooo... Now what?"

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Come Hell or high water Alex was not about to stop the riptide he was about to bestow through Harlee. He was going to fuck her like his life depended on it. Nothing could stop this ball from rolling and it was going straight down the alley.

Their late night dessert was the cork to the bottled up passion. They stared at each other hungrily yet quietly. They spoke to each other like strangers, but their eyes read for need and longing as if they had known each other all of their lives. Tension had to be broken before they could really interact as themselves as they did once before.

They busted into his condo upon quickly leaving the cafe. They couldn't wait to tear each other up. Alex ripped off Harlee's clothes and took her in like she was the last glass of water on the earth. Harlee shredded him from his attire like he was on fire and her pussy was the only way to put him out. She was stalking her pray and was fully ready to pounce like the lioness he made her as.

They ran their mouths up and down one another through his condo, which landed them straight into the bathroom. She panted and narrowed her eyes at him. She was going to take him every which way she could and he knew exactly how to do it. He backed into the shower and turned on the faucet and the steam began to fill the manly bathroom.

He couldn't wait to deeply pound inside of her cervical walls. When he turned to her he was mesmerized by her frame. She darted back at him quickly and laced him with a loud smack on his cheek, trailing a blaze of fire and intensity in her eyes like dynamite and her wick was about to be lit.

With swift hands he grabbed her wrist and thrusted them aggressively above her head pushing her inside the glass shower. He had her right where he needed her to be. Her neck exposed for him to lay his lips and teeth into. He hoisted her up against the shower wall so that he can admire this artwork in front of him.

Her legs rapidly swung around him to raise her ass in the air just to be fucked right there. With the erotic mix of the stench of sex and sweat in the air their bodies drenched from the humidity of the steamy water.

Alex wanted to keep this going, he didn't want to just fuck her and leave her like he did before; he was about to fuck her mind, body, and her soul. He wanted her to feel the curve of his dick when she lain in bed at night. Fuck her like the lullaby that she needed to sleep at night.

The faint traces of her fingernails dug into his flesh, along with soft bite marks and battle wounds were left on his brazen shoulders. Alex spun her around and pushed Harlee into the rainfall of the shower, he wanted to watch the water drip down her honey skin. She was what he needed and begged for.

With her entirely naked body pressed, boobs first, up against the glass he began to kiss down her back, she spread her fingers leaving the residual of her hand print painted onto the glass. She was enticed in the euphoria and he wasn't even inside her yet that alone made her release a deep exhale.

He slid his hard dick in between the crack of her ass and he felt her body twitch in front of him. She felt like his personal safe haven once he was inside her, he could feel himself taking his time but he knew that he was about to lose his fucking mind. He started off slowly taking in the savory sensation over his whole body.

He laced one had into hers as she inhaled and exhaled into his stokes. He had her at the tip of his tongue and her pussy at the tip of his dick until he slapped his balls into the cups of her ass repeatedly. He took his long firm fingers in front of her to play with her clit as he continued the pace to fuck her slowly until the moment she couldn't comprehend an actual sentence.

Pushing to limits and gasping for what little glimpse of air they had in their sex filled cocoon.

Her pussy was like sugar and he was diabetes. She moaned and moaned into his ear as he delivered her first orgasm right there under the hot water of his shower. He ran his fingers through her hair and tugged at the drenched curls to kiss her lips, as she came down.

Her body shook and he loved it. Her turned her around and got down on his knees like he prayed before his meal he licked his lips and thanked the Heavens for the joy about to be spread over his life. He lifted her toned left leg and she flexed her foot upon placement draped on his shoulder, he kissed the water on her thighs before he eat his troubles away between her legs.

He nibbled on her as she sucked in short breaths; he blew cool kisses into her to counteract the steam in the room. He slurped on her juices as if he was the thirstiest man in America. He watched her convulse and break down above him.

"Say it!" He demanded.

She continued her wordless enjoyment sounds. So he proceeded to make it more intense for her. He shifted her hips on her face until she did it herself. He flicked, licked stucked, stirred, swirled, and plunged his tongue deep into her tight pussy.

"Alex!" She screamed at the break of the Avalanche.

Quivering and searching for his face he lifted and she slapped him once again and kissed him all in one swift motion. He laughed into their kiss and held on to her body for dear life. Harlee opened her eyes, still standing in the shower with Alex. Naked. She kissed her way from his ear down to her shoulder. She stopped to admire his body more closely running her hands over his wet body, in the natural state, sweaty wet and raw.

"I'm not done with you yet" he said, to her quietly.

Alex began to position himself under her as he lifted her body one final time placing here back against the glass. He knew she was spent and her body was weak so he pushed into her slowly as she clung onto his body. He pushed in and out her slowly, he sailed deeply into here, creating the same rocking motion of the sea. She bit into his shoulder sucking deep into his flesh, He melted into her cookie with his crème, rocking steady to the point of explosion. Her pussy tingled around him, seizing into small quakes and he knew he couldn't control himself as he arrived inside her happy place.

She released her lips from him and watched him as he caught his breath; she looked deep into his eyes and had finally relaxed. Harlee stroked the back of his head with her fingers and took it all in. Once he slid out of her and stayed motionless she laid her head on his chest and said nothing.

Moments passed and the water began to cool, Alex kissed the top of her head and she began to wake ever so slightly, and regained her attention to him. She looked up at him as he turned off the water. He wrapped her in a towel, lifted her up and carried her very sleepy body out of the bathroom.

The two of them lied in bed, Alex shirtless in his basketball shorts and Harlee curled up nicely waking up from a brief slumber in one of his old big tee shirts. Alex secretly thrilled she actually stayed this time around.

"Ugh my eyes itch" She said, as she scratched her eyes. "I really need to take my contacts out" she added.

"I didn't know you wore contacts?" He said, more of a question then a statement.

"You don't really know shit about me anyway so." She said, more as a joke but with the partial sense of truth.

Alex shifted a little in the bed and looked down at her. 'Damn, that's true.' He thought. However instead of dwelling on the obvious he came back as smart as she dished out.

"Fair enough. Then enlighten me Miss Prince. Tell me all the things that excite you, make you tick, what really get on your nerves." He said, inquisitively.

"Questions." She said dryly. "Naw I mean I don't know. I don't really talk about myself. Like I said before I kind of just keep to myself. I am not used to any of this. Cuddling, talking, cup caking, this isn't easy for me." She said staring off across the room.

"We can fix that." He said kissing the top of her head. "Hell I don't know what the fuck is going either but I can't complain" he continued.

"Seriously." She responded.

"You kidding me if it wasn't for your bold approach and that attitude of yours, I don't think I would be breaking that ass off." He joked.

"Shut up." She said laughing at his sarcasm.

"Yeah... No I'm really just here to share hair products with you I'm trying to get my hair that bushy and curly." "He joked.

She laid a weak punch into his chest as he played with her curls. She knew damn well she had fallen for him so quickly and she also knew damn well that this was going to cause her serious trouble.

The two spent the remainder of the night doing some much needed talking and getting to know one another. They laughed and joked and remained seriously inquisitive of who they were outside the bedroom the night had more sex and magic until the sun came up.

Harlee arrived back to her apartment at 9 the next morning from Alex's. She seemed to be walking on sunshine. Everything around here seemed to have eased, a drastic change from when she left. Her smile was apparent, her composure was relaxed, and for the first time in four months she was actually herself.

"Where have you been?" Bree asked as Harlee attempted to sneak into their apartment.

"Oh! Uhm. Morning." She said.

"Mm hmm you been fucking? Haven't you?" Bree said.

"Look we talked, a lot. That's why I went with him to talk. Explain shit you know." She lied, but Bree saw through her lies. Harlee handed Bree her car keys and attempted to avoid the third degree.

"So how was it?" She called to her from down the hall.

Harlee rolled her eyes and smiled to herself 'which time?'

The girls took care of business in their separate bedrooms and prepared for their day ahead. It was never that easy never that simple. She felt the storm coming and Harlee was just awaiting the clouds to appear.

Harlee Prince, the 5'2 ex-gymnast that had a brain full of impeccable knowledge in her young age under a head full of dark sandy brown soft curls. Harlee was the "five minutes of the day to be emotional and the rest hard as a rock" type of girl. She had faint freckles misplaced all over her body mostly on her face. She had worn silver rings on each of her fingers and had 5 different tattoos perfectly hidden on her body. Yin and yang on her shoulder, infinity symbol on her ankle, dream catcher under her boob, a small pair of Sais on her wrist, and a small B behind her left ear. Her stomach was flat and one of her favorite parts of her body, she wore a butterfly belly ring that she displayed whenever she could.

Behind her tattoos and her attitude she was a shy, humble, nerd. She had big ears, wore oversized granny frames, had big doe hazel eyes, and full pouty lips. She had a low sensual husky voice and spent a lot of her free time volunteering. If she wasn't such an upfront individual she could slide through life being unnoticed because of her "imperfections." However her curves and her way around men made her a badass that drove men crazy; she knew exactly how to always that to her advantage

Harlee hadn't always been this way, guarded, defensive, and weary of a man's intentions, she was young, gullible, naïve, and trusted that everyone had a great heart. Up until a few years back when she had her heart badly bruised and broken. There was a time before the check list, before her no fucks given attitude, and before the commitment phobia when Harlee believed in the good that men bring into a woman's life.

As a child the love her parents had for each other made even their closest friends envious. They were ideally the perfect couple in public and in private they acted like ambitious teenagers. Even with her father's sound and semi strict advise on men, keeping them at an arm's length or they will get you into trouble, he always a firm believer in true love. It wasn't until the death of his one true love that the aura changed around the Prince household.

Growing up Harlee missed out on the motherly advice her oldest sister had received, Love hard and love often. So she had to learn a lot about love and men second handedly from her very "loving" sister. She knew she really couldn't take the entire advice from her sister with 3 kids by 3 different men as she got older, but as a child, she idolized her sister. She was tall, skinny, beautiful and the total package in high school. She had men practically begging to their father to let them take her out. She wanted to be just like her. But due to their 10 year age difference her sister was out the house before she actually taught her real life lessons. What she did teach her about men, was to always leave them with a lasting impression. Give him something he can feel, and leave him always wanting more. If all else fails rock his world bust his nut and they will always be putty in your hands.

The older she got the more opposite she became from her older sister. She was a total nerd. She wore glasses, braces, and was under developed. She had a love for math and art and loved to read, girls her age where into boys and makeup and not mathematics and science. Harlee mostly hung out mostly by herself, until Bree a military brat whose parents finally settled in Chicago, transferred in their sophomore year.

Bree too was a bit of an introvert that likes astronomy and physics. Bree sparked a conversation about someone she observed in the hallway during 3rd period to Harlee which made her laugh and the two had been friends ever since.

The negative attention they got throughout high school fueled their image of the immaturity of the boys their age. Her last hope in humanity came around her freshman year of college; she was dating this guy, Brandon, and fell madly in love with him. The feeling wasn't exactly mutual since he had been dating girls all up and down the Georgia University school system and engaged to be married to his high school sweetheart. That day broke the last straw she had.

With a summer of southern food and her findings of self-confidence she came back with a vengeance. She was a powerhouse and a force to be reckoned with. Sophomore year, the 3 point checklist was born and the attitudes towards men were carved. Harlee and Bree knew that men were shallow and only wanted the booty so they figured why they couldn't have their cake too, and'Do as the boys do.' They coasted through their next 2 years easily. They were sexy confident and used their independence to play the same game. Fuck em and leave em.

They got the respect that they wanted and the men they wanted. No drama, no strings, and never any feelings. Bree called it being a 'nigga'. Harlee called it a 3 point rule. Either way the dice rolled for the two of them, being emotionally attached or involved with men was never in the cards. That was until Harlee met Alex.

Exhausted sounds released from the both of them, the heavy panting and exhales, the aftermath of another erotic sexual episode tucked away in their safe haven of Alex's room. As they caught their breaths they looked at each other and laughed as they always did on how they never actually had full conversations before they went at it.

"Wow." She said.

"Yeah I know, that sandwich was amazing." He said, jokingly.

"Really?" She said as she shook her head in humorous disbelief.

"Yes." He said as he kissed her softly on her shoulder. "It's still amazing!"

Harlee snuggled up to him and traced circles on the hairs around his areole.

Over the past few weeks the firework sparks still lingered very brightly between Harlee and Alex and it would appear to be going seemingly well. They fucked like rabbits, played games with each other and even laid a few jokes about one another. For the most part they stayed indoors, Harlee would study and Alex would grade assignments or prep for class.

On the off chance when they would go out to dinner or to a movie, it was a clear understanding that they would go out as friends. When they would however Harlee preferred for them to venture to the cities farthest away from the heart. She always enjoyed her time with Alex, She was undeniably was crazy about him, had been since the day she set sights on him, but she didn't need people getting the wrong idea about their courtship. They were strictly friends in her eyes and needed that to be very crystal clear.

From the moment they started 'dating', that's what Alex referred to it as, which seemed to be mostly Netflix and chill; they never went out in public locally, Harlee wouldn't allow it. She wasn't ashamed of being with him. In fact if anyone was to see them she welcomed it, the man was fine. Her concerns stemmed mostly from the off chance of running into someone she knew from school. "Atlanta isn't that big" she thought. All of this was fun for her; she looked at him as a friend and one hell of an amazing lay. Other than that, the whole, "So... what are we?' talk she was nowhere near ready for.