Chapter 3, Bar.

By Alice

I spent the whole day thinking about him. I told my mom I'd met the man of my life. She smiled, but told me that if I was going out with him, I should come home for dinner—especially since I didn't know him.

When I arrived, he was already waiting. I love it when people are on time.

Another point in his favor.

We went to a café that I had never been to before. It was just for couples; there were small tables with armchairs that had very high backs, and they were sort of separated into booths.

I didn't know about places like that.

The waitress came over, and she was very pretty, but he didn't even look at her. I thanked him for that.

I was wearing a miniskirt that was pretty short, and I was also wearing platform shoes. They were the highest shoes I had.

I wore a blouse with a button down the front, a fitted style, and an electric blue color. I know that color makes my eyes stand out, so I tend to wear a lot of clothes in that shade.

I was wearing a long jacket; it was a mild day, but I'd need it if I got back late. I also felt more comfortable that way because the skirt didn't cover me up too much.

When I walked in, I took off my coat, and once again I felt him staring at me, even though my back was turned.

Even before we sat down, he was already pressed up against me, kissing me in his special way. I was already trembling.

He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulders.

We ordered two coffees.

As soon as we took a sip, he started kissing me. His hands touched my body, and I had to stop myself from making a noise against his mouth. It seemed to turn him on.

He unbuttoned three buttons on my blouse, leaving it almost completely open. I was afraid someone else might see me.

"Don't worry—if I don't press this button to call the waitress, she won't come."

What a strange place...

His mouth moved down to my neck and kept sliding down to my breasts.

It was embarrassing, but I wanted it.

I felt embarrassed and excited when I felt his mouth on my nipples.

I knew I had to tell him to stop, but I couldn't do it. One of his hands slid up under my skirt and touched me through my thong—I was wet. That had never happened to me before, except the night before, when I felt his kisses.

Anyway, it was embarrassing. He was touching me, and he could feel how wet I was. Instead of stopping him, that turned him on even more.

I was shaking; he was taking me to a place I'd never been before.

Then he suddenly stopped hugging me.

He said, "Let's go somewhere else."

"Where?"

I asked, fastening my blouse.

"To a hotel," I said, feeling nervous.

I didn't know him, so I couldn't go. I wanted to be with him, but I also knew something was wrong.

-No, we just met—even what we just did is wrong.

"What did we do?"

You kissed my chest and touched me.

He looked at me like I was saying it was normal to do all that just a few hours after meeting each other.

I was used to being around guys my age, and he's a man.

He smiled, and I blushed.

"I promise we didn't do anything yet."

He traced my lips with his finger.

By Antoine.

When I saw her arrive, I was very excited. She was even more beautiful in the light of day.

She was everything I had ever dreamed of. I didn't know how to act. It seemed too risky to go straight to a hotel, even though I really wanted to.

But I had a feeling she'd say no right away.

I took her to a bar that was more intimate than the usual ones, but that option wasn't viable either.

The seats were like armchairs, but taller. You couldn't see what was happening at the other table. It depended on which button you pressed for the waitress or another couple to come over. I didn't say anything about it because I wasn't interested in it at the time. This girl had driven me crazy; I couldn't stop thinking about her all night long.

I started kissing her, but my hands weren't listening to my brain; they were just responding to what my eyes and ears were telling me. She let out a quiet moan, trying to hide it. I could tell that I was affecting her. I moved down her neck while I unbuttoned her blouse.

My hand moved up her leg by itself. It went under her miniskirt. I felt her vagina through her thong.

I was already very aroused, but having her breast in my mouth and feeling her wetness almost made me climax; I let go of her because I was about to ejaculate.

I couldn't understand just how much this woman turned me on.

I told her straight up—I wanted to take her to a hotel right then and there.

She said everything we did was wrong. I'd just started kissing her, and I almost finished right there. But I wanted her naked in my bed.

I wanted to make her mine.

She refused.

I had never had to convince someone before. This girl was different, and I really wanted to make her mine, to spend a few hours with her.

We talked for a little while, but I didn't want to touch her too much because I already knew that, at least that day, nothing was going to happen. What was supposed to be a kiss almost led to an orgasm out of the blue.

I found out that she worked and studied, that she lived with her parents, and that she had a younger sister.

I walked her part of the way home, but she didn't want me to drop her off right at her front door.

That's what I get for messing with young girls, but she had that sexy, dangerous body and that beautiful face that drive me wild.

I went back to the bar where we had been.

"Are you free?"

I asked the waitress who had served us earlier—I didn't care who it was, as long as it wasn't Alice—and she smiled at me.

"She was really pretty..."

"But a prude."

I replied.

"With a face like that, she could make a lot of money."

Her comment offended me. How could she think Alice would be with a group of men? You could tell she was different; she had even just called her a prude. I was about to leave, but I was really turned on.

"She's a college student."

I don't know why I said that—it was true, but I didn't want them to think Alice would sleep with just anyone.

I didn't know much about her life. I only know a few things, like how her body turns me on. When I think about her, I get turned on like never before. I don't know much else.

Yes, I'm available.

Okay, I want to talk in private.

Alice had left me feeling very excited.

I went off with that waitress, and I did it with her several times... thinking about Alice.

I had imagined her in my bed so many times that I felt like a pervert.

The girl I was with wasn't ugly, but she wasn't my type. Still, I just wanted her for a few hours, so it didn't matter. It would have been the same with anyone. I wasn't really excited by any of it.

Thinking about Alice made me feel excited.

I didn't feel that way with my wife. Well, I didn't feel that way with her, at least not as much as with anyone else. She never did anything for me.

I arrived at the hotel where I was staying. I wasn't comfortable living there half the time anymore.

I started looking for a house or an apartment, but I didn't like the idea of an apartment, even though it would be safer when it was empty, given my situation. I'd feel more comfortable in a house.

The next day, I contacted a real estate agent. He showed me a few properties, and I chose a nice house. It wasn't as big as my mansion in Portland, but it wasn't bad. It even had a place for a gym, three bedrooms, an office, a fancy and elegant living room, and a big kitchen.

There was also a yard with a pool. It wasn't very big, but it was fine.

I could have one or two dogs, and they'd be comfortable.

I signed all the papers; I had to go back to Portland.

I called Alice at the number she'd given me—it was her work number. She had a busy week. She worked until 5:00 p.m. and had classes starting at 6:00 p.m. I was really looking forward to seeing her. I told her I was traveling and that I would call her when I got back. I made it very clear that I wanted her in my bed.

She didn't say a word. When someone stays silent, it means they're okay with something.

"I'm at the office, working."

Maybe she couldn't talk because there were people around her.

But I was able to speak, and I told her I was looking forward to the day when she'd catch fire with my body. I said I'd give her all the fire she needed, and that I promised we'd burn alive together.

I realized this as I said it, and I really got an erection.

I lost all control around that woman.