Secret Desires (2 page)

They had arrived in front of her house now, and Adam still hadn’t asked if Blue was in fact her real name. He had a hard time believing it.

‘Well, see ya.’ She waved and ran towards her door before he got a chance to say another word.

‘Bye,’ he muttered walking towards his own house.

That evening Adam spoiled himself with a bottle of wine. By the time he had drunk half of the bottle of wine he was feeling rather sluggish and horny, but ignored it. It was around eight o’clock when he heard a knock at the door. He got up from the couch slowly and made his way toward it. Who was knocking at this time?

He opened the door to find Blue standing there, a large chocolate cake on a platter in her hands.

‘Welcome to the neighbourhood!’ She exclaimed, startling him a little as he opened the door.

‘Christ. You scared me half to death.’

‘Sorry.’ She smirked. ‘I Thought I’d make you a cake. It’s a little burnt around the edge here, but I’m sure it will taste fine. I did the lettering myself.’

‘Wow, thank you.’ Adam said as she pressed the platter into his hands. He was rather shocked at the gesture. He hadn’t had a home-made cake in years.

Looking down at the cake he saw she had written ‘welcome’ in messy, pink icing.

‘I’m not a very good cook yet,’ she admitted, seeing his amused face.

‘I’m sure it will taste great,’ he assured her.

‘The batter did,’ she smiled playfully.

Christ
. Adam knew in his gut that he should slam the door in her face right now. He was already too pleased to see this strange girl on his doorstep. A few awkward seconds passed as he stared down at the plump cake before he found his manners.

‘Oh, would you like to come in?’ He asked, stepping back from the door.

‘Only if you make tea,’ she replied, stepping over the threshold.

Adam’s gaze followed her as she walked into the house. He stared at thighs as she walked into his living room. He was still a little sluggish from the wine.

‘Oh, I see you’ve already got the party started,’ Blue said, pointing to the half empty bottle on the coffee table.

‘Would you prefer wine to tea?’ He asked continuing through to the kitchen where he placed the cake. He quickly took his wedding ring off and stuffed it into a draw.

‘I’m not really supposed to.’ She chewed her lip thoughtfully.

‘Well if you don’t want to join me –’ he began.

Blue smirked. ‘All right. You’ve twisted my arm.’

Well, that wasn’t too difficult,
Adam thought.

Adam cut two slices of cake and put them onto plates, before getting another wine glass out for Blue. He placed them on the coffee table and poured her a liberal amount of wine. He guessed he should stop drinking before he made a fool of himself. Blue thanked him for the wine and together they ate the cake.

‘It’s good.’ Adam told her. ‘A little crunchy in parts though.’

Blue laughed and slapped his knee playfully.

Once they were done eating the cake Blue proceeded to gulp down several mouthfuls of wine. They chatted casually about the horrible curtains and several boxes that were still lying around. Adam was glad he still hadn’t unpacked he photo frames showing him and Madeline on their wedding day. Anyway, Blue would find out about his wife when Madeline came home in a few days. Besides, it wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong. He was having wine and tea with his new neighbour. There was nothing to be ashamed of.

As they talked, Blue seemed to be edging closer to Adam on the couch. They had started at opposite ends, but were now sitting closely in the middle. At one point whilst they were talking about Jett, Blue’s dog, Adam had made a joke. She had laughed heartily and placed her hand upon his thigh. It was an innocent gesture, but he couldn’t help but feel that her hand lingered just a little too long. He felt his crotch twitch at the light touch. Could this pretty girl actually be interested in him? They must have a good five or six years age difference.

Adam wondered what he would do if things got a little too serious. Would he actually go through with it? He wasn’t sure. He was male after all, and quite neglected by his wife. But did this sweet girl really deserve to be treated like a whore?

The bottle of wine was now empty and the two were laughing and talking animatedly, hands lingering upon each other’s shoulders and thighs. Tiny gestures of interest.

Blue asked where the bathroom was and Adam pointed her in the right direction. When she got up she swayed a little but managed to stay vertical. A minute later she walked unsteadily back into the room.

Adam couldn’t help but stare at her legs as she walked. She wore a little black number that came well above her knees.

Blue noticed his lingering gaze, and sat down so they were closer than before, their knees pressing against one another. As if he had planned it all along, Adam placed his hand upon her thigh as she sat. She didn’t even bat an eyelid.

Blue licked her lips and looked at Adam out of the corner of her eye. He couldn’t help but stare. She was definitely flirting with him. But would she be doing it if she were sober? Adam brain yelled at him.
What are you doing, idiot. You just met this girl. She lives next door to you. That is just asking for trouble.

‘Adam?’ Blue said. He hadn’t realised it but they had been staring at each other, rather lost in thought.

‘Sorry,’ he muttered, coming back to reality.

‘I think I am a little tipsy,’ she stated.

‘Sorry,’ he said again.

Blue laughed. ‘It’s not your fault. I don’t really drink.’

‘Don’t worry. I’m not going to take advantage of you.’ Adam wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not.

‘Do you find me attractive?’ she asked quickly.

‘What?’ Adam said disbelievingly.

‘Do you find me attractive?’ she repeated.

‘Is this a trick question?’ he asked.

Blue shook her head.

‘Well, yes, of course.’ Adam felt the blush creeping up his neck. He wanted nothing more than to sink to his knees before her and marvel at her perfection.

‘This is a test, isn’t it?’ Adam panicked, thinking he should not be here. This situation was quite bad. What was he doing? What was Blue doing?

‘No.’ She smiled sweetly, putting a hand on his thigh.

‘We barely know each other. We met yesterday.’ Adam blurted.

‘Exciting isn’t it?’ She smiled.

Adam nodded fervently. ‘Very,’ he agreed, breathless. His stomach was doing flips. He didn’t think he would be able to contain himself much longer. It had been so long.

‘You seem to be struggling.’ She slid her hand higher up his thigh.

‘Don’t torture me,’ Adam said, scrunching up his eyes.

‘Why not?’

‘Because I might do something stupid.’ Adam was on the verge of begging. He opened his eyes to see Blue give an indifferent shrug.

Adam didn’t need telling twice. His lips came crashing down upon hers, his arms wrapping around her tightly. Blue responded with such enthusiasm that she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed him back against the sofa. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, and she parted them, allowing him entrance to her mouth. Their tongues swirled, and lashed against each other.

Adam sat up, and removed Blue from him. She gave him a questioning look, but understood when Adam sunk to his knees on the carpet, in front of her.

Her parted her thighs slowly, tenderly to view the black panties she wore. Blue’s bosom rose and fell rapidly, with each weighted breath she took. Adam wanted to feel her, to taste her.

She opened her thigh’s wide for him, a blush forming on her cheeks. Adam trailed his hand along the inside of her thigh, until he came to the thin black fabric that shielded her womanhood from him. Using his middle finger, he stroked the fabric, feeling how moist it had become from her arousal. Adam gave a guttural growl of approval. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Pulling her panties to one side, Adam gazed upon her sweet cunt, glistening with juices. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. He used his thumb to part her folds and feel the warm, slick wetness before sinking a thick finger inside of her. Christ, she was so tight.

Blue gasped and curled her toes into the carpet. Adam leaned forwards and inhaled her sweet scent, drowning in the aroma. Suddenly, Blue’s hands were in his hair, guiding him towards her aching slit. He pressed his mouth to her wet cunt, groaning as her taste filled his mouth.

Adam submerged another thick finger into her womanhood, as he began to flick her clit with his tongue. She writhed on the sofa, running her hands through his hair, and gripping tightly. She forced his mouth against her pussy, her thighs closing around his head. He ate her hungrily, his cock twitching with want as he listened to her groan. She bucked her hips to meet his mouth, fucking his tongue and grinding against his face. Fuck, he loved it. He wanted her so bad. He grazed her engorged clit with his teeth, rolling the bud against his tongue.

Blue’s breathing became erratic and she gripped his hair tightly, grinding her hips against him. Adam slipped a third finger inside her wet cunt and began massaging them in and out. She was absolutely dripping now. Blue’s whole body shook with pleasure.

‘Fuck,’ she groaned. Her thighs tightened involuntarily and with a great shudder, Adam knew that she was about to come.

He felt the walls of her womanhood tighten, and spasm around his fingers. He tortured her clit, rolling it back and forth between his teeth. Her nails dug into his scalp as she cried out, shaking from head to foot. Her sweet honey drenched his hands, and he lapped it up, gladly.

She sat there on the couch, panting, her grip upon him limp.

Adam stood up and a small smile played her lips. She pulled him down to her, and kissed him fiercely, tasting herself on his lips.

Her mouth left his lips and travelled along his jaw, trailing a blazing path to his throat. She took his earlobe in between her teeth and suckled gently. Adam’s breath caught in his throat, and escaped as a low hiss.

She was panting as she helped him remove his shirt as quickly as possible.

Before Adam could change his mind, Blue was on her knees in front of him, toying with his zipper.

‘Christ,’ Adam said through gritted teeth. He was going mad.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she freed his aching erection. It sprung from his pants, eager for her touch.

Blue wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking him slowly, massaging his cock before he felt the warm cavern of her mouth enclose around his head. Adam thread his fingers through her short hair, gripping it in tufts. She moaned throatily, her voice vibrating against his throbbing shaft. Adam was going insane.

His cock was in her mouth, and she was flicking the tip of her tongue against his swollen knob. Adam bucked his hips, fucking her eager mouth. The warmth, the wetness would drive him insane. He forced his cock deeper into her mouth. She took all of him, right into the back of her throat. Blue looked up at Adam, and he couldn’t help but groan. Her eyes glinted mischievously. She licked, and sucked, taking all of him, until he couldn’t hold on any longer. The orgasm tore through him like an electric current, and the white-hot surge came, spilling into her mouth. Adam was groaning as her tongue lapped it all up, swallowing every last drop.

His knees buckled, and Adam collapsed onto the sofa.

Blue crawled next to him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

He was speechless. He couldn’t believe what had just happened.

~

An hour later, Blue was looking around his living room. ‘You have a lot of books,’ she noted.

‘I like to read,’ he replied simply.

‘Shakespeare?’ She pulled a face.

Adam laughed. ‘Not so much, but I need to be familiar with the text. I teach. That’s why I moved here. I got a new job.’

‘Where do you teach?’ she asked slowly.

Adam frowned. Blue looked slightly upset.

‘I got a job at the local high school as head of the English department,’ he explained.

Blue swallowed hard and went a little stiff. Adam wasn’t quite sure why this news was particularly alarming, so he changed the subject.

‘Are you okay?’ He asked, placing his hand on her thigh.

‘I feel a little sick,’ she said removing his hand from her.

‘Maybe you had too much wine?’

‘Maybe.’ She half-heartedly agreed. ‘I feel a little dizzy.’

‘Would you like to lie down?’ Adam suggested.

‘Actually I think I should go home. It’s getting late,’ she said.

Oh, all right. I’ll walk you to your door.’ Adam offered, placing a hand around her waist.

‘It’s okay. I’ll manage.’ She said coolly, shaking him off.

‘Thanks for the cake and company,’ He said, slightly confused as to why she was acting so cold.

‘That’s okay. I’ll see you soon.’ She didn’t look happy about it.