Ch 05 Passion Turns To Tough Love

Nick knew from the beginning that it was a flawed match, one so young but so beautiful and sexy with no-one loving her in her life, and him, his best years behind him, albeit plenty of life in him yet, but no passion in his Marital relationship.

He changed out of his jeans and rugby shirt and into his Jersey joggers and a T shirt before cleaning his teeth and getting into bed.

His mind started spinning with the events of the evening and knew he was in for a sleepless night.

Turning on the TV, he cursored through the channel guide and ended up selecting a rerun of an old crime drama.

He couldn't settle at all, his mind was all over the place. Why had he let Beth set him up like that? How had he got so drawn in to such a solacious affair with a girl so young.

After laying there for what seemed like hours he checked his watch, it was half past midnight.

Nick suddenly shot up from his bed, he'd decided to go back to Steph's flat and confront Beth about breaking off the relationship.

He hurriedly dressed, jumped into his car and raced the 20 minute drive to Steph's flat.

The entrance foyer door was locked, he buzzed the intercom for Steph's flat and after a couple of attempts, it cracked into life.

"Who is it?" came Steph's tinny voice through the silver door speaker.

"Steph, it's Nick. I'm sorry it's so late but I need to see Beth."

"You'd better come up, push the door."

Nick ascended the stairs and pushed on the slightly open door to Steph's apartment.

"In here, Nick!" shouted Steph.

Nick walked into the open plan lounge/diner/kitchen expecting to see Beth and Steph sat on the sofa.

Steph was stood in the kitchen area making a hot drink, dressed in a thigh length satin robe, tied at the waist with a satin belt, clinched in emphasising a slim waistline. "Can I get you anything Nick?"

"Tea would be nice, thanks. Where's Beth?"

"Oh, she got a lift home off of Harry," explained Steph looking stunning in her robe, her pert tits jiggling as she carried a cup to the kettle.

"I just assumed she would be here, erm, I should go, I think," said Nick, very confused.

"No, don't go, I know you were upset earlier and I felt terrible about it. I didn't know what Beth was up to, you know! I just let her use my flat while I was working, I guessed it was with you, but didn't know about the rest of it."

"So you know about us?" Nick said.

"Of course, we got really friendly when we were at Uni together and when I stayed on, well, let's say we got closer."

"What did she tell you?"

"She told me everything, Nick. About your wife, your situation, how spectacular you are between the sheets, how you make her cum on demand almost! I was quite jealous, really. You see, I am quite adventurous, sex wise, but it's always just sex. For Beth, it became more like passion, and I've never really experienced that," Steph explained as she brought Nick his tea, and sat in the chair opposite.

"Ah, this isn't really what I came round for, Steph. I have enough complication in my life, without needing to add to it."

"Oh, I get that, Nick. But when you buzzed my door, I thought I should explain."

"I appreciate that, Steph, thanks. I should probably go though, I didn't want to drag you into this, and it's getting late, I don't want to keep you up."

"Oooo, but I hoped you would!" said Steph, leaning back and crossing her legs, exposing a good portion of her outer thigh. "You see, I think I understand your needs better than Steph, who actually only has her own needs in mind."

Nick could barely force himself to maintain eye contact, her eyes seemed to burn into his soul and the sight of her slender, silky thigh and her hard nipples were protruding through her robe.

Nick sipped his tea, almost caressing the cup in his hands and Steph sipped her herbal tea.

"I really don't think I should have come here, Steph. I should go," said Nick, standing and taking his cup to the kitchen.

Steph stood and followed Nick to the kitchen. "Well, if you really want to go, I understand, but first, can I ask, what if I said I wanted you. You see, most of my sexual partners are under 30. The oldest is a married woman in her early 40's who comes to me because her husband is having an affair with his 20 year old P.A. and she can't face having sex with him any more. You see, I enjoy sex, but I'm missing anyone who has passion."

Nick stood, his jaw slack with surprise at what this young, attractive, beauty was saying to him.

"I really don't know what to say to that!" said Nick.

"Well then, let's stop talking and go to bed!" said Steph, un fastening her belt, slipping her satin robe off her shoulders and letting it fall silently to the kitchen floor.

Her breasts were perfect, natural, firm. Her pink ariolae and nipples were slightly swollen and hard. Her flat abdomen led down to a shaven pubic mound, her clitoral mound was slightly proud at the top of her labia, which glistened slightly. Her legs were firm, shapely and lythe. Her ankles, slender, perched on top of dainty manicured feet.

Nick looked at her like he was studying a marble statue.

Steph stepped slowly toward Nick and stretched her arms up and placed her hands on both of his cheeks as she rose on tip toes to kiss his mouth, softly but firmly.

Nick placed his hands on Steph's firm round buttocks and drew her closer to him as his tongue gently explored her mouth. Steph ground her hips, massaging his growing erection against her.

Steph reached down and pulled Nick's rugby top up over his head, discarding it on the floor. The warmth of Nick's chest against her firm tits seemed to make her melt into him.

She tugged his belt free and unfastened his jeans. Lowering herself to her knees, Steph traced a line with her tongue down Nick's chest, his abdomen, his groin and took the tip of his cock between her lips. With her hands on each cheek of his backside, she pulled him deep into her mouth and into her throat in a single movement.

Nick's knees almost buckled as she slowly released his cock only to repeat the process, time after time, after time. Eventually, Steph released him from her grasp, gasping in huge gulps of air.

Nick reached under Steph's armpits, lifted her up onto the kitchen worktop and buried his face between her legs, his tongue flicking across her wet pussy lips to part them. Circling his tongue around and over the hood of her clit, Steph gasped in pleasure.

Picking up the feedback of her gentle moans, he repeated the pace and pressure of his tongue until Steph was almost hissing her approval.

"Oh, fuck, that's so good. Please don't stop, keep doing that.... nnnggghhh, I'm going to cum."

Nick paused, and started the sequence again, bringing her down from a high and beginning to build her pleasure again.

"Aaaaahhh, Nick, please let me cum. Please.... Let....Me....Cum."

Nick lifted his head and looked Steph in the eye as he shook his head, "Not yet, young lady, not until you're really ready."

Nick stood upright, lined his cock up to her quim, and slid the tip of his cock from her perineum to her clit hood and back down, before going up and down a few more times.

"Please slide into me, Nick, I want you inside."

Nick smiled, and gently inserted the tip of his cock into the entrance of her pussy before bringing it out again. Her pussy was gaping and running with juices, so much it oozed down between the cheeks of her buttocks and across her ass hole.

He eased his cock in again, putting pressure on her g spot with his tip.

Steph was moaning and sighing with pleasure, "Nick, please make me cum, please, please, please."

He started to slide in until he could feel her cervix, causing Steph to gasp and then murmur in pleasure. Steph wrapped her legs around Nick's waist and pulled him into her, grinding her hips, moaning in ecstacy.

Waves of intense pleasure flooded through her, her quim contracting and squeezing Nick's cock.

Nick quivered, shaking at the knees as he pumped spurt after spurt after spurt of thick hot cum deep into Steph.

Slumping into each other's arms, the couple stayed connected for several minutes, gasping for breath.

"Oh my God, I see now what Beth was going on about. You're amazing!" Steph enthused.

"I'm pleased I managed to come up to expectations then!" Nick exclaimed, sarcastically.

Nick lifted Steph down from the worktop and kissed her deeply.

"Mmmm, nice as this is, I'd better clean up," Steph said, "If you want to shower, help yourself, there are clean towels in the unit under the bathroom sink. I'll clean up in here."

Steph put on her satin robe, and wiped down the kitchen worktop with kitchen towels and surface cleaner.

Nick turned on and stepped into the walk-in shower in the bathroom. He rubbed the bar of soap between his hands to develop a thick, silky cream of suds before smoothing it all over his groin, chest and face. He let the warm water rinse his body clean and stood a while gathering his thoughts.

Steph struck him as a very calculated and level headed young woman who knew what she wanted, and how to go about getting it.

Nick dried himself off with a fresh towel and dressed, putting his watch on his wrist he looked at the time. It was 2am.

On leaving the bathroom he heard Steph in the kitchen.

"I had better get going, it's late and I have work tomorrow, well, later this morning!" Nick commented.

"Sure, no problem. I'm not working until late so it's okay for me, but I'd like to see you again. Could we do something next week, perhaps?"

"I'm not sure yet what my diary for next week will be, but I'd like to see you again too, Steph, but I need to see Beth and bring the situation with her to a straight edge. Will you be seeing her anytime soon?"

"I usually see her every other Wednesday, when our off shifts coincide so, not until next week. I have to say though, Nick, we have no secrets so I will tell her about tonight, but not until next week. It gives you some time to sort things with her."

"I'll message her and arrange to meet before I go home," Nick said, and bent to kiss her tenderly on the mouth as he left her apartment.

Nick turned on his phone and immediately several messages streamed in causing it to ping and vibrate frenetically.

A voicemail notification was among the messages, so as Nick drove back to the King's Head to at least try to catch a couple of hours rest he listened to the message over his in car system.

"You have... Three... new messages, message one, 11.33pm; 'Nick, it's Beth. Look, I'm sorry, I know you're angry with me but I need to speak to you. Please call me back.... I really am sorry.' Message two, 11.56pm; 'Nick, I'm desperate to speak to you, I need to sort things out with you. Please call me.' Message three, 12.20am; 'Nick, I'm not going to call again, but please, please call me back. I'm so, so, sorry for what I've done.' End of messages."

Beth sounded so remorseful and pityful in her last message.

Nick clicked on her number from the car phone book and clicked dial.

The phone rang out three times until it was picked up.

"Hello?" came a male voice, "Hello?"

Nick hung up. He recognised Harry's voice from when he ordered drinks at the Revolution bar.

Ten minutes later, Nick was entering his room at the King's Head. He looked at his watch, 2.25am.

Nick changed back into his cotton jersey bottoms and climbed back into his cold bed.

It seemed like moments later when Nick's alarm sounded at 7.30am, and Nick struggled to sit on the edge of the bed, wiping the sleep out of his eyes with his hands.

After a quick shower, shave and brushing his teeth, Nick dressed in his suit and clean white, open necked shirt.

He took the short walk to the dining room, grabbed a bowl of muesli and Greek yoghurt and took a seat at an empty table.

George walked into the restaurant carrying two cooked breakfasts and placed them in front of the young couple in the corner.

"Morning Nick, sorry, have you been waiting long? Beth's not turned in and I'm running around a little this morning."

"Oh, dear. Not a problem, George. I just need a good strong coffee and I'll get going."

"Do you want it in a takeout cup, Nick?"

"Yes please, if that's okay."

A minute or so later, Nick had finished his muesli and about to set off when Beth rushed in looking very dishevelled and dashed toward the kitchen.

George emerged from the kitchen with Nick's coffee and glared at Beth.

"Sorry about that, Nick. Here's your coffee. Now, you're checking out this morning, aren't you?"

"That's right, I've just got to grab my stuff and I'll be off." Nick took his coffee, had a sip, and returned to his room to collect his belongings.

As he was about to leave the room, a knock came to the door. Opening it, Nick was confronted with a distraught looking Beth.

"Can I have a quick word before you go?"

"You'd better come inside," Nick said, coldly.

"I didn't want it to end like this, Nick. I know I blew it last night and now it looks like I've lost you, lost my job and I'm not sure what else."

"Isn't Harry part of your future?" asked Nick.

"I really don't know. I like him and we do hit it off but it's early days and I don't know what his ideas of the future are."

"Well, I should get in there and beg George not to sack you, Beth, and the rest will sort itself out, but you have to take control of your life. You can't carry on like this for long, before you know it you'll be struggling to make a living and life passing you by. You are a bright kid, with lots going for you, but a life has to be built, it doesn't take care of itself."

Nick bent down, and hugged Beth. With tears in her eyes, Beth kissed Nick on the cheek, "You've been amazing to me and I've learned a lot from you. I hope I don't just end up being somebody that you used to know."

"That's a good way to say it, Beth. Let's not forget what we've had and I hope we can still be friends."

Beth waved as Nick went to put his bags in his car and pulled off the car park.

"I wish I was his wife," Beth thought to herself, "I was just born too late, I think."