Background
Lisa and Alan at last make love when she has no other choice but to stay at Alan's flat, after her mother arrives at Alan's parent's house and causes mayhem.
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The soft light of dawn filtered through the open blinds as Lisa opened her eyes. She felt skin next to hers, and looked sleepily over towards Alan.
Lisa lay studying his face in the dim light as she remembered the night before when he had woken her. He had first kissed her gently on the mouth while his free hand released the damp towel from around her, and for a moment he just stared at her, as though he was in awe of her body. She reached for him, and as his lips met hers, all the passion they had felt in the car earlier in the day was released again. His fingers teased her right nipple until it stood erect and proud, and as his mouth left hers to engulf it, his fingers slid down to the place no man had touched before.
Lisa smiled when she remembered the sensation of him touching her there. It was as though her whole body had become a mass of wonderful internal explosions, which created a need in her beyond anything she could possibly describe. She had literally ached for him to explore the soft damp flesh inside her, writhing in delicious rapture, her back arched in ecstasy. As Lisa let out small moans, the perspiration giving her skin the sheen of a goddess, she begged Alan to stop the exquisite torture. Only then did he reach into his bedside cabinet.
When Alan entered her, she let out a small gasp, and he stopped for a moment because he was scared that he was hurting her. But her hips rose up to meet him, begging him to plunge deeper and deeper inside her. His body had taken over, and his rhythm increased as he looked down at her beautiful face below him. She had cried out with every thrust, her mouth open, her eyes searching his for the love that had brought their bodies together. At last, she had thrown her head back and closed her eyes, as her body quivered with the sweet release of the sensations deep inside her. Alan knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. When Lisa's eyes had opened again, he cried out her name, his orgasm taking him to a level of unbelievable ecstasy.
As she lay there beside him the next morning, she kept shutting her eyes and reliving the memory. The realisation that sex was not the sleazy male dominated experience she had been brought up to believe, but something truly beautiful and spontaneous when it was between two people who loved each other, filled her heart with joy. It was as though she had been released from a deep sleep by his touch, and now she knew how wonderful it could be, she knew she could never settle for anything less.
Lisa lay studying his face, and thought how beautiful he was. His chest, which she had glimpsed at the hotel, was wide and muscular, and seemed sculptured in the soft dawn light. Unable to resist touching him anymore, she ran her finger down Alan’s cheek to his lips. They felt soft and dry to her touch, and she wanted to kiss them so much. He stirred, and his leg moved from hers as he rolled onto his front. She could now see the tight muscular shape of his back and shoulders, where the sun had turned his skin a golden brown.
She longed for his touch again, and felt tempted to wake him, but remembering how Alan had woken her the night before, she didn’t. She wanted to wake him in the same way. Lisa slipped from the bed, and wrapping her still damp towel around herself, went quietly to the bathroom.
When she looked in the mirror, she looked different. Her lips looked fuller, more sensuous, and when she touched them, they tingled. Her breasts felt tender, and she remembered him teasing them with his mouth, awakening her body as no one had before. When she ran her fingers across them, she closed her eyes and felt a glorious aching tension deep inside, her body desperate for his lips to be there again. She wanted to wake him as he had woken her, but she wanted him to know that she was fresh for him to put his mark on her again.
After her shower, she left her towel behind, and dripping from head to foot, she took the chance of bumping into Mike in the hallway, as she made her way back into the bedroom.
She could see more now, and the shafts of light, sliced into slivers by the blinds, landed on Alan's shoulders in bands of light and shade. Lisa sat on the edge of the bed and let the water from her hair drip sensuously onto his back, as her lips planted light butterfly kisses on his neck and shoulders. It was his turn to be woken feeling wanted, and it was something he had never experienced before. Her lips sent waves of electricity through him, until the sleep had been chased away, and replaced by his need to love her again.
When at last they pulled apart, they lay facing each other, their fingers entwined, their eyes locked, until Alan noticed a tear roll down Lisa’s cheek.
“God, Lisa - what’s wrong? I thought you…”
Lisa silenced him by pressing her finger to his lips.
“It’s okay...” she whispered, as another tear followed the first.
He raised himself up on one elbow, and gently wiped the tears away, while he looked down on her compassionately.
“I’m so sorry Lisa---I thought this was what you wanted, I would never…”
Her pressed finger silenced him again.
“It was - It is - It’s just that…” she said, the words catching in her throat as her tears took over..
Alan gathered her up in his arms and held her to him, until the small shuddering sobs subsided.
“Do you wish it had never happened?” he asked hesitantly.
She pulled away from him, a tortured expression of disbelief etched on her face.
“Why?” she asked in a small anxious voice. “Do you?”
He couldn’t believe she was even asking him. Surely everything he had said and done had proved how much he loved her.
“Of course not, Lisa! I didn’t think it was possible to feel so much for anyone. Last night was incredible---beautiful! Oh God, Lisa - what’s wrong?”
She nestled back into his warm chest, frightened to look at him when she asked the question.
“What about Carla…?”
Alan wouldn’t answer until she looked at him, so he pulled back from her, and gently lifted her chin until they were eye to eye.
“Why do you think I came up to Scotland?” he asked gently.
Lisa looked down at his hand which had grasped hers as he asked the question. She couldn’t answer, because she didn’t know.
“Did I know you’d got engaged to Nick a week after I met you?”
“No…”
“Did I know your mother was a bloody head case and likely to stab you if I hadn’t been there?”
Even Lisa managed to giggle tensely at the suggestion.
“Of course not!”
This time he raised her gently by the shoulders until she was facing him, so that he could look straight into her eyes.
“I’ll tell you why I came to Scotland, Lisa. When I met you, I was bowled over. I knew I had never felt that way about Carla, or anybody else for that matter. I went out to see her in Spain to work out my feelings and, more importantly, our relationship.”
He looked down at her hand in his for a moment before he continued.
“And?” Lisa couldn’t help but interrupt and ask.
“And---” he took a deep breath. “It was a disaster...”
It was Lisa’s turn to look surprised.
“In what way?”
Alan shook his head and looked momentarily confused.
“I don’t know. I can’t explain it really. Carla was different, or maybe I was. I don’t know. It was just all wrong - It was as though we were a couple of strangers. She had made a lot of new friends out there, and they all seemed to be nice people, but I just didn’t have anything in common with any of them. We were hardly ever alone together because she shares a flat with three other girls - and Carla seemed to want to spend more time with them than she did with me.”
Lisa’s heart sank for a moment.
“Maybe you were just jealous - maybe you felt rejected - maybe you came up to Scotland because you thought she didn’t love you anymore, and you couldn’t bear to be alone – Maybe -”
She put her hand to her head and looked broken.
“Maybe what happened in Scotland just gave you a chance to run away from your relationship with Carla, just like I did with Nick...”
“No,” he replied earnestly. “It wasn’t any of those things. Honestly, Lisa. I do love you...”
She shook her head.
“Four weeks ago you thought you loved Carla. How can you be sure?”
Alan couldn’t believe the way the conversation was going. One minute he was making love to the woman he now considered as his soul mate, and the next, he was analysing his relationship of six years with Carla.
“Well, what about Nick?” he retorted, in an attempt to change the subject.
Lisa looked upset.
“What about Nick?” she repeated angrily.
“Well you thought you could love him! Why am I suddenly the one who has to explain himself?”
The tears started again, and Lisa looked so miserable, Alan regretted mentioning Nick at all.
“I don’t know!” she cried pathetically.
“Then what the hell is this all about, Lisa?” Alan asked her.
Lisa took a deep breath. The realisation that she might lose him when Carla returned from Spain had hit her with such force after they’d made love; she thought her heart would break.
“Because I love you - and I couldn’t bear to lose you – especially now...”
Within seconds she was in his arms again, and he covered her tear streaked face with as many kisses as he could. He then held her tightly, and fought back the tears he felt forming in his own eyes, before he said the words she needed to hear
“Then we’ll be fine, Lisa, because I couldn’t bear to lose you either…”
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Three days had passed, and Alan was happier than he had ever been in his life. Having allayed Lisa’s fears about his relationship with Carla, they had spent the time talking about all the things they needed to know about each other, and the various doubts they both had. That, of course, was when they weren’t making love, or just lying together, touching and holding each other in silence. It was only the occasional guilty pang about Carla on Alan’s part, and Nick on Lisa’s, that made their time together less than perfect.
Alan knew he would have to tell Carla about Lisa, but when? And how? She wasn't going to be back for another two weeks, which coincided with him going back to Art School, and the situation couldn't be handled long distance. He was also worried about his parents and their reaction when he told them, which he knew he must. He realised that they were much less likely to give Lisa the immediate support she needed if they were giving it to his lover, not his friend. The fact that Lisa was an abused teenager who their son had rescued, had made them protective towards her, but if they knew that friendship had turned into love, they might take a completely different view.
When he'd phoned them briefly the day before, he had tried to sound as laid back as he could when they asked after Lisa, but he felt guilty deceiving them, and even guiltier for switching off his mobile phone after the conversation...
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Alan wandered back into the bedroom with two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. Lisa was still asleep, and as he looked down at her naked body, he smiled when he remembered the night before. It just seemed to get better and better. He had been right all along, Lisa was made for loving; she just hadn't known it until now.
He put down the coffee, sat down on the bed, and kissed her gently until she woke up. As usual, she responded immediately, and a wicked little grin spread across her face as she reached out for him. He, in return, playfully smacked her fingers.
“Coffee!” he said, placing the hot mug in her hands.
“I'd rather have you...” she whispered enticingly, before putting the mug back down on the bedside table and reaching for him again.
This time he rolled her over and gave her a sharp slap on the bum. Unperturbed, she simply rubbed the stinging cheek and grinned.
“Do that again!” she demanded brazenly, trying to undo the knot in the belt of his dressing gown with unashamed enthusiasm.
There was no putting her off, and Alan erupted into howls of laughter.
"You are absolutely insatiable! You're going to wear me out - and then where will you be?" he asked with a smile that widened when he realised what she was doing.
She had at last succeeded in untying the knot.
He let her carry on, and pretended to be more interested in his coffee - but not for long. Needless to say, by the time they had finished, their coffee was stone cold...
They lay afterwards talking, touching, both feeling blessed at the pleasure they found in each other. Alan wished he could keep Lisa this close to him forever, but reality was beginning to filter through.
“You do know we're going to have to rejoin the real world sometime, don’t you, Lisa?” he asked, sitting up and trying to be sensible.
Lisa didn't want to think about it. She had been happier than she could possibly imagine confined within those four walls. No, reality was not an option she even wanted to consider.
“How about we go and visit my folks later?” Alan suggested,
Lisa looked pensive for a moment before she answered.
“Are you sure my parents have gone back to Scotland?”
Alan hadn’t even thought about it, but he was sure a call to Eve would confirm that they had.
He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head like a concerned parent.
“Is that what’s worrying you? Do you think your mother's out there waiting to pounce on us the minute we leave the building?”
“No! Of course not!”
“Well, in that case, go and have a shower and get dressed, because we are going out, young lady, and nothing you can say or do, is going to stop us - Okay?”
While Lisa was having a shower, Alan phoned his parents, and was surprised at not being reprimanded for switching off his mobile phone. It had to be a first. As he hoped, his Mother invited them over for dinner that evening, and he felt better having phoned.
Lisa felt strange getting dressed for the first time in days. She had learnt to love her body as she had his, for the pleasure it now gave her.
“Now, I don't want you anywhere near me while we're at my folks - it'll be too frustrating!” Alan insisted, as they left the flat for his parents' house.
Lisa looked back at him and grinned.
“What? Are you frightened your parents will work out that you deflowered the poor little Scottish virgin you rescued?”
He grinned back at her. She had read his mind.
“Actually, yes - I mean no! Oh God, Lisa, I don't know, there's just something about sex and parents. They just don’t mix!”
There was a moment's silence, and then they both started laughing when they realised what he had actually said. So Alan tried again.
“No, seriously though…”
Lisa imitated his 'serious' voice
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“No, seriously though…”
Alan realised Lisa wasn't in the mood for serious, and gave up. She stretched her hand up and touched the side of his face.
“Don't worry I give you my word, I’ll behave,” she promised diligently.
Alan sighed with relief.
"On one condition…" she added.
Alan grinned, staring ahead at the traffic.
"Let me guess - might that condition have something to do with my - sorry our bedroom, when we get back tonight?” he asked.
Lisa was enjoying the game.
“Might do...”
'And could it have anything to do with my body?”
She pretended to think about it for a moment.
“Might do...”
“And is it likely to take more than half an hour?”
Now she was grinning from ear to ear.
“Definitely!"
“Then I don't agree - I'll be far too tired...” he replied, before looking over and winking at her.
She cuffed him playfully on the back of the head, and promised him he'd be sorry if he didn't agree - so he did.
Little did they know what the evening held in store...
