Hi! :)
First of all, thank you for the amazing support I received on my first story! I wasn't thinking on making a part 2, but I'll see what I can do ;D
As usual, don't read this if you're under 18. All characters in this story are over 18.
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I can't pinpoint the moment I met Alex for the first time.
I recall my father mentioning her from time to time during my childhood. Alex goes by the shortened version of her middle name, and I honestly think it suits her better than Rose, her first name.
Dad and she met through their job and became friends. We lived on the north, she lived on the south of the country. Sometimes, when my father and her needed to work on some research paper, she would come up North and we'd all have dinner afterwards, with a few family friends. When I was little, she'd always make time in between the 'grown-up talk' to speak to me.
Tonight, my parents mentioned we were having a few of their friends over for dinner at our apartment. The doorbell rings, I go to open the door of our apartment. You can imagine my surprise when I see Alex standing there. A smirk appears on her face as she sees me eyeing her up and down, before coming back to reality and letting her in.
A couple of years have passed since I last saw Alex.
I have since turned nineteen (I'm actually a few months short of being twenty), I have come to terms with my sexuality, and I now look at her through a different lens. I feel the urge to just... lay with her and cuddle.
She must now be on her early fifties - small wrinkles around her green eyes and some sparse grey hairs show that, but apart from those, she could easily pass for forty.
Her slightly muscled arms seem strong and protective; her soft, small curves have become more evident and attractive in my eyes. I am glad to have put a few extra minutes in fixing my appearance!
Her smile and laugh are contagious, and she has a delightful wit, so everywhere Alex goes, laughter comes along.
Tonight is no exception. We talk, we laugh, and we eat and drink. I am sat in front of Alex, and our eyes meet a couple of times. Our feet touch on a few occasions, as if they were drawn to each other, longing for that contact.
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It is now around midnight and everyone is starting to leave. Alex motions me for a hug. She smells dark and musky, but also floral and slightly spicy. The aroma sent shivers through my body.
"How has my favourite girl been? I didn't get a chance to talk just to you tonight, Ellie," she speaks softly against my hair.
I feel warm inside and smile. "I've been good."
I look up only to find Alex smirking at me.
I continued, "I missed you terribly, the last time I saw you was ages ago!"
"That's true! But you'll be seeing me more often now, I'm staying for three weeks."
"You are?" I ask excitedly. I look into her green eyes and pull away from the hug. "We have to get coffee and catch up then! I have so much to tell you about uni!"
"How about dinner? We could watch a movie or something afterwards, what do you say?" Alex asks, running her hand through her short hair.
Dinner with Alex sounds like a dream come true. I eagerly agree, a date is scheduled, our goodbyes are said and Alex leaves. Once I get to my bedroom, I squeal of happiness - I am meeting Alex tomorrow, we're having dinner just the two of us... It really seems like I'm dreaming!
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I read the text I received earlier today for the umpteenth time and smile once again. It read:
Ellie, Ill be picking you up at 7pm. I'm thinking walk, dinner + movie? Let me know if its ok. xx Alex
A quick glance at my phone confirms it, seven o'clock is approaching quickly. I am already dressed (in a simple, flowy, low-cut white blouse, jeans and sneakers, with some light make-up applied), I got my purse ready and for once in my life, I am not late. I am starting to feel more nervous by the second, as though my stomach is doing flip-flops.
My phone vibrates, letting me know Alex is here.
I pick up my purse, fish out my house keys and lock the door behind me, before trotting down the stairs.
When I reach the ground floor, I see Alex leaning against her car, sunglasses on. She looks hot as hell! She has on a fitted, black tee, and is sporting a pair of green cargo pants that make her butt look amazing.
Alex only notices me as I exit the front door of my apartment building. She glances over my body; my cheeks immediately heat up and I smile as Alex comes to meet me.
"Hey Ellie!", Alex greets me with a hug.
"Hi Alex," I respond. I hug her back then tentatively kiss her lightly on the cheek. "You look great!", I add.
Alex shoots me one of her radiant smiles. "Thanks honey, you look amazing too! Shall we get going?"
I nod, sporting a grin on my face. Alex leads me to her black VW and opens the door for me to get in.
Before starting the car, she checks that I've got my seatbelt on, my heart swoons over the small action of care.
I can't help but look at Alex when she's driving. She is so focused, yet seems content. The sunlight makes her skin glow in the most beautiful way. I thought I was undetected by her, but when we stop at a red light, Alex looks at me with a smirk.
"Do I have something on my face honey?"
I blush, understanding she caught me staring. "N-no, Alex. The light was really pretty on you, that's all."
I change the subject to avoid any further embarrassment. "Where are we going by the way?"
"I believe I promised you a stroll before dinner, so I thought we'd watch the sunset by the river before dinner. Sounds good?"
"Yeah", I answer softly with a smile.
A few minutes later, we pop up to the riverside. Alex parks her car, exits first and jogs to open the passenger door for me. She holds out a hand and 'helps' me come out of the vehicle.
I thank her, and add, jokingly, "And they say that chivalry's dead!"
Alex laughs. "Well, I do what I can to keep it alive. Shall we?" Her hand is held out, and I place mine in hers.
We walk slowly, hand in hand, admiring the sun that's starting to set. We don't feel the need to talk, our silence is comfortable.
We come to a stop and sit down, near a pier. Even after being silent for a while, Alex doesn't need to ask me if I'm fine: just by looking at me, she can tell I'm perfectly content in that moment. We smile at each other.
A summer breeze (and my nervousness) made me shiver. Alex drapes her arm over my shoulders and rubs my arm, in an attempt to warm me up.
"Are you cold?" Alex asks, in a murmur.
"It's okay," I whisper, leaning into her. Neither of us want to risk talking to loudly, as if it could ruin the atmosphere.
A few moments pass, me nuzzled into Alex, her rubbing my shoulder. We have both been admiring the sky and its reflections on the river. The sky has turned more orange, the sun starts to set.
"Shall we get going? It's a short walk to the restaurant." Alex suggests, gently.
"Sure!" I reply. We get up from the little bench we were sat on and ramble, hand in hand, to the restaurant Alex had picked for us.
It's a little Italian restaurant, built over the river, in a way that nearly allowed a 360º view of the sunset. Alex had booked a table for two on the top floor, which was almost empty.
We order a delicious Lasagna Bolognese and a nice red wine to go with (a Merlot, I believe).
We talk, we eat, we drink, we laugh. The dinner goes by smoothly, the conversation flows naturally. I think Alex peeks at my cleavage a couple of times, but I can't be certain. We catch up on everything that's happened since we last saw each other; we also get to know one another as adults. We discuss a wide range of topics, going from favourite tv shows and books to career aspirations, from dream travels to celebrity crushes.
And so, the subject of our current love lives is on the table.
"Well, I'm not seeing anyone at the moment." I take a sip of the red wine, and, encouraged by the alcohol, continue. "The girl I was interested in got into a relationship, and not with me, so I decided to stay single. At least for now," I chuckle.
"Girl?" Alex asks intrigued.
"Yeah, I'm bi." I add, quietly.
"I didn't know, hun. I'm glad you told me though." Alex smiles.
"Since I told you about me, I think it's only fair you tell me about your love life." I add a cheeky, suggestive wink.
"It's really not that fascinating, Ellie. I'm not married nor seeing anyone. I'm a lesbian in her fifties, so the pool of people interested in me is rather small."
"I'm sure you're exaggerating, Alex! Let's see: you don't look a day over forty, you're hot as hell, especially in those trousers, you have an amazing wit, and you have the kindest, most caring heart. Plus, I'm sure you're great in bed. What else can a woman want?" I say. (The alcohol makes me braver, what can I do?)
Alex bites her nail and tries to hide a smirk.
"Well, at the end of the day I'm still single and that's it," Alex chuckled.
Opportunely, the waiter chooses this instant to come check if we wanted any desert. We decide to split a slice of chocolate cake.
Then, Alex pays the bill, and we exit the lovely restaurant. The sun has completely set; we start to see the stars appear on the sky. The river reflects the city lights, and we stop to take in the view, our fingers intertwined.
