On the way down to the dining room, wearing only my dressing gown, I heard a chair scraping against the floor, and the sound of cutlery on fine china. It had to be Alison: the help did not live in, but came in on demand.
I pushed open the door, and sure enough it was Alison, sitting across the room at the end of the big table, enjoying what looked like a full English breakfast. She was wearing a dressing gown. It looked like Cassie's.
'How did you get that?'
Alison looked up. 'I raided the kitchen and cooked it.'
'Oh, cool. Is there any more food back in the kitchen?'
'Last time I saw, yes.'
I went into the kitchen and checked the fridge. Sausages, bacon, eggs. I put on the frying pan and whipped up my own breakfast.
Alison stood in the doorway. 'I had the last of the mushrooms and tomatoes. Sorry.'
'That's all right.'
'Hey, I'd like to hang with you today, if you haven't got anything else to do.'
'Sure thing, Alison.' I started putting the breakfast onto a plate. ' Care to stick around in the dining room if you've eaten?'
'I'd love to, sure.'
Alison sat and watched me eat.
'Hey, I've got a question for you.'
I looked up at Alison. 'Go ahead.' Alison looked hesitant a moment. I frowned. 'Is there a problem?'
Alison sighed and leaned forwards. 'I have to ask ... do you like me?'
I put down my knife and fork. 'What do you mean?'
'How long has it been since we moved in here, all three of us?'
'A while.'
'Well, in that time you and Cassie have been enjoying each other pretty freely. You've shagged her in your room, in the library, right here on the table, on the lawn outside, in the car parked in front, in the swimming pool.'
I nodded. 'And?'
'Well, in all that time you've not laid a finger on me.' Alison frowned. 'Do you think there's something wrong with me? Is that it?'
I got up and crossed over to where Alison sat. Carefully, I put my hand over hers. She made no move to pull her hand away.
'I'm laying a finger on you now.'
Alison looked up at me. 'You do more than touch Cassie.' Her eyes were earnest; hungry.
'Get up.' She stood up slowly, facing me. I touched her shoulders. Her body was shivering under the thin dressing gown.
Outside, the rain battered the glass of the dining room patio doors.
Alison slowly slipped off the dressing gown, let it crumple to the ground. She was wearing nothing underneath.
'It's cold here.' Alison glanced towards the ceiling. 'Let's go to your room.'
We held hands as we climbed the stairs, and Alison slipped her arm in mine as we walked into the master bedroom. I could hear her breathing growing shallow with anticipation. I turned to face her, and put my hand on her chest to feel her heart hammering.
'You know why I've not touched you so far?'
Alison shook her head.
I leaned closer to her to whisper in her ear. 'Cassie and I; we've got a good thing going. We're enjoying each other's company. It's fun making her laugh, and the sex is great. But I did not want to come over as some creepy lech with you. You could see the fun we were having, but I wanted you to come to me to join in, of your own free will with your eyes wide open.'
I stayed where I was, slipping my hands around her waist. We stood in the middle of the room, the carpet warm beneath our bare feet. Silence, bar the rainfall outside, the creak of the building as it settled, and our breathing. Alison pressed her body against mine, shivering, and wrapped her arms about my shoulders.
'You might have been afraid of me, Alison. Afraid that I might want to hurt you.'
'I didn't fear you.' Alison looked in my eyes. 'I've fancied you since the moment I saw you.'
Her kiss was warm. Her breath smelled of breakfast. My lips and teeth caressed her lower lip; Alison moaned and shuddered. One of the instructions I'd slipped her - kissing and touching her lower lip was a trigger to release the hormones oxytocin and dopamine into her body. I nibbled her lower lip and I felt the pleasure shooting through her. She could easily have come on the spot if I carried on kissing her there, but I had something else planned.
I stroked the back of her neck, running my fingers through her hair, and listened to her breathing into my shoulder. Her nipples were hard with arousal against my dressing gown. I kissed her bare shoulder: her most sensitive erogenous zone.
'Do you want to get into the bed now?'
Alison's voice was breathy with passion and arousal. Her fingers gripped my shoulders convulsively. 'Yes. Oh, yes. Please, yes.'
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