Introduction
I was on a train recently, and saw an attractive young woman who is the inspiration for the object of the MC's desire.
So much so, that I had to come home and write a fictional story about what her journey might entail.
I hope you like her as much as I did, and subsequent, so did the MC - Professor Simon Lewis, formerly the Head of Law studies at Woodton university, in leafy England.
All characters are 18+
Please enjoy part 2.
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My talk that night in Belfast was a disaster, and the one in Dublin the following evening was even worse, as being in her home city, I knew she was relatively near. I took my phone out on my way back across the bridge on the river Liffey to my hotel, and brought up her number before I chickened out, knowing that I was deadly serious about her having fun, during summer.
That summer I travelled myself, already pre-planned and, coincidentally, I travelled Italy too, quite near Sicily where Lilith would be staying at the end of what was now, August.
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I was visiting Rome the day of Lilith's birthday and, again, knowing she was in the same country, an hour on a plane away with her family, I was so tempted to text her and ask how she was. We had not spoken once, not even a text since our night together, in Belfast.
Did she still want me? Did she have a boyfriend her own age now? Would she even reply? These were all things that were running around my head like the particles in the Hadron Collider. I could hear her sexy voice, see her black hair framing her pretty white face and smell her natural scent, with a hint of coconut from her body wash.
It was hopeless, it was stupid not to text her. I needed to wish her Happy Birthday, anyway.
I typed in the message after selecting her number, seeing that selfie she took of us, as her profile picture on my contact list. The text was nothing spectacular, certainly not deep as, 'Hey. Happy Birthday, I hope you are well,' left my phone.
I was shocked to hear my phone beeping immediately. 'Hey, thanks. How are things?'
This made me smile. I replied, 'Things are good. Having a while away to myself, before getting back to work.'
Lilith replied, 'That's nice. Better than a week with the olds. Trade lives?'
I smiled again, sensing from her tone that at the very least, my text was a welcomed departure from her day.
'Sicily is very nice, I was there quite recently,' I offered as a conversation extension.
'I'm bored. Mum wants to shop and suntan all the time. As I want to stay out of the sun, I'm now living like a god-damn vampire in this sweltering temperature.'
I replied with a smiling emoji, and guessed our texts to be at an end, but she replied, asking me where I'd stayed in Sicily. It transpired that it wasn't the same hotel she was now in, but I had stayed in that one, many times, and told her of the nice, plush external penthouse and terraces, overlooking the bay, and can be privately booked by the discerning guest.
Lilith wasn't so fortunate, telling me that her Mum and Dad wouldn't be into such luxury, and I saw an opening to, 'Test the waters,' between us.
My fingers became fat and unresponsive, as I nervously Entered the text into my phone. 'I'll show you it sometime, if you like.'
There was silence, and about half an hour later I had all but accepted she had moved on from me. I had blown it with her, in my insistence on us having a hiatus. Then my phone rang, my mouth went dry as I said, "Hello."
"Hey," she said. "I'd like that very much. I've missed you, Simon."
"I'm glad to hear you say that. I've missed you too," I said, exhaling, realising I had held my breath after saying hello.
We then exchanged pleasantries, and established that we both were well. She confirmed that she was having a nice time in Sicily, but needed more money, for the more plush elements of her hotel. I didn't tell her I was also in Italy, it seemed odd, stalkerish and creepy. For now anyway.
There then was some commotion in her background, and muffled voices could be heard like Lilith had her hand over the microphone as I heard, "No, I'll be down in a minute," before she said, "Sorry. Just my Mum being a Mum."
I laughed, and she asked what I found funny and in return, I teased her about being a stroppy teenager. "Is not my fault," she protested, "She wants me to go out in the sun again, the sun is not a firm bedfellow of Lilith, the Goth."
It Immediately felt like we were back on track in our comfortable back and forth. "And what does Lilith, the Goth, wear when she's in the sun?"
"Oh, you know......a string, thong bikini, bright pink in colour," she giggled and I latched onto that thought.
"Hmmmm, you know the thought of you, in that image, would have me wanting to board the next flight to Sicily?"
She paused on her response, and again I thought I'd gone too far when she said, "And what would you do if I told you that I actually wear long, floaty, black and red themed dresses, and nothing on underneath?"
"Lilith," I hissed, in shock at her telling me this, but enjoying the image.
"Well?" She asked, waiting for an answer as I flicked up a flight booking app on my iPad.