The Addictive Strangers Bed

1. EVOKING TOUCH

I could simply walk out of this alcohol intoxicated bar... but then I'd have to face my teasing colleagues, come Monday morning. Spinning on my nude stilettos I turn to face a middle aged slightly toothless man. "One beer, please."

"Sure thing, honey pie." The man replies, to which I cringe in return.

I then lift myself up onto one of the stools. Idiot, idiot, idiot. I can't believe this is it. A twenty-six year old virgin seems to be strange to those I work with, hence why I'm here looking for courage in liquid form and a decent man to complete my mission. Real smart, Lysandra. Come to a bar, sure, you'll definitely find a decent man here. I scan the people surrounding me, a majority of them being male... sturdy but not what I'm looking for.

The bartender places a tall glass in front of me and watches me curiously. I take a sip and smile up at the guy... Virginity is just that, right. No. Not him Lysandra, you're not that desperate. Two beers later, still nothing. I decide my best option is to just take the irritating behaviour my friends seem to be accustom too.

With a over exaggerated sigh, I stand up and leave a tip. I pull my bag onto my shoulder and step back only to have my shoe catch onto the stool. I fall backwards in the most unattractive way possible... looking quite similar to a emu who hasn't been told it's species can not fly. I close my eyes ready for the injury but before my butt hits the ground two large hands catch me.

I look up awkwardly into dark smokey green eyes. Almost instantly a strong male scent hits me. God he smells good! I straighten up and run my hands down my pant suit. "Thank you."

The man is tall and quite frankly the most attractive male I've ever seen. "My pleasure, sweetheart." I go to walk past him only to have him wrap an arm around my waist as I sway slightly, only now noticing just how wobbly my legs are. This is perfect... not. "You should sit down." The man instructs.

"Oh, I'm fine." I smile politely. After all the man did save my bottom from a bruise or two.

The man either doesn't hear me or doesn't care as within seconds my injury free bottom is on a stool and a large arm is curved along the back of it. "Would you like a drink?" He questions. I take sneak peaks at the man next to me, while waiting for him to explain himself. He's definitely older then me. Who exactly is he?

I shake my head. No. He orders a beer for himself and I continue to glance regularly at the attractive being wearing a tight uniform. He is definitely in his thirties and to be honest I feel so short and tiny compared to his large build, although he does seem bigger then the average male. So in my defence he's probably taller then most people... Yeah keep telling yourself that, Lysandra, whatever helps you sleep at night.

As I take another look at him, he turns to face me and before I can argue or even comment his lips are firmly against mine. I look at him wide eyed. What the... Slowly but surely my eyes close and I lean into his touch. Involuntarily my legs cross and I'm pleasantly shocked by the reaction coming from between my legs. That's never happened before. Maybe it has something to do with the thrill of kissing a complete stranger in public...

"Only. One. Night..." I manage to mutter out when he breaks the kiss, only to trail down my jaw to my neck. The man says something however I'm too preoccupied to even comprehend it. We break the kiss a silent agreement for sex passing through us. I stand up and he grabs my hand, we both walk out and he tells me to follow him. So I do.

I use the fifteen minute drive to freshen up. This is it. Mission de-flowering is underway. We pull up outside a hotel and I step out before he's able to reach my car.

Neither of us say a word. I just hope he dosen't stop after finding out about my current in-experience. We walk through the lobby and he asks for a room at the reception, all the while I force myself not to droll over his clearly muscular body. He thanks the black haired woman and grabs the card off her. She blushes and looks down. I don't blame her, he is quite the specimen. Once we're safely inside he presses a button and with his other hand he clasps the back of my neck.

The man pulls me in close, bending down. "Kiss me." He states. Well who am I to deny the officer. I stand on my tippy toes and wrap my arms around his neck. I then tug his bottom lip between mine. I sure hope I'm doing this correct because I'd like to get this done and over with. Oh who am I kidding, this man is addictive, I don't want to ever stop... but I know I'll have too.

The only mouth experience I have had was back in college when a boy had been dared to share saliva with me. I'm all into that kind of dangerous stuff, so I agreed and we kissed for all of three seconds. It counts, alright!

My panties dampen as the elevator doors opens and we kiss our way out of the metal box, his hand trails up and clutches my breast...

**

Professional. Neat. Boring. Three words that described the folders in my hand and my entire being. I clutch them tightly while walking to a unfamiliar house. I cringe making my way up the stairs due to the soreness between my legs, memories of the mysterious man floods my mind... I snap out of my day dream when I realize why I'm standing in front of a strangers front door. I'm used to my mother dating men who are much younger then her, but it was always dating... now all of a sudden she's decided to marry a man I've never met. Great...

I clutch my folder and knock on the door, waiting patiently. All of a sudden the door opens and two kids run past my legs, a boy chasing a girl with a water gun. I decide to cautiously walk through the door, it doesn't seem like anyone's going to answer it any time soon. I run my free hand down the length of my pencil skirt as loud voices begin to fill the air and finally I come to the end of the long hallway. I look around bemused, people are scattered everywhere. And by everywhere, I mean everywhere! Leaning against walls, clogging up open spaces, sitting on benches, etc...

I look around for my mothers familiar red hair and when I don't see it I begin to panic, am I at the right house? I make my way through the people and enter a kitchen, still no mum... but people are now looking at me curiously. I can't believe she'd do this too me! Just when I'm about to give up hope and leave I hear a strong voice. A deep familiar voice, one that had whispered sweet nothings to me the previous night. I spin on my heel and look around the space, I make my way through the large open glass doors. Still I don't see the cause of the soreness in my lower regions. I turn back around.

"Lysandra!" I close my eyes slightly, so this is the right house.

I spin around to find my red haired, green eyed mother bounding my way... how does she have so much energy! She clutches onto my hand and tries to pull me with her, unfortunately for her although she is taller then me, she isn't stronger. I stay put. "What is going on, mum?" I question.

"Oh honey, you have to meet him!" She gushes.

I sigh but nevertheless allow my mother to drag me to some unknown destination. Finally we stop behind a group of people. My mother touches the shoulder of a man, who turns in reply. The man clamps a hand to my mother hip and I watch shocked as he plants a large kiss on her lips. My mother pulls away flushed and I raise an eyebrow. Am I the only one shocked? I look around. Apparently I am!

"Lysandra, meet Andrew. Andrew this is my daughter, Lysandra..." My mother does the introductions.

I hold my hand out politely. He places his hand in mine and shakes it. I release his hand after two shakes. "It nice to meet you, Andrew." I smile, pushing a loose strand behind my ear. I then direct my next sentence to my mother, "I've heard so much about you!"

She looks down, as she should! How could she put me in this position. I release a breath and calm down. Before either of them can reply a stranger hands me a plastic cup, filled with what looks like beer. I lift the cup to my lips but before I can take a sip I hear the voice again. My eyes enlarge to a inhumane size when the man from last night slaps Andrews shoulder lightly.

What's he doing here? The nameless man finally looks in my direction and his bored expression changes slightly. I narrow my eyes at him when I see him look down my body. Must he be such a man! "Mother, can I have a word." I state while placing my cup on the closest table.

"Excuse us." She tells the men before following me with a firm grip on my arm.

I whip around as soon as we are out of earshot. "This is ridiculous! I have work to finish and staying here is clearly a waste of time." I look up and my gaze clashes with the nameless man.

"Lysandra, forget about work for once!" My mother scolds.

I feel a prick and look down to see a little girl poking my leg with a stick. "Pee-pee!" She demands raising her hands to me. I look at my mother for help.

She just laughs, "take her to the toilet, darling."

"What!?"

"Come on, it'll be practice for when you have a kid."