How to solve a problem like Elena? [FF] [Part 3]

It was a couple of weeks after our coffee rendezvous and Elena seemed to be back to normal. She was friendly, warm and energetic again. Though I did notice after our handholding in the café she seemed to be reluctant to touch me again. We lived our lives, worked and had days off. I’d drive her and her friends places. I’d go home. Alone. I won’t pretend like I wasn’t pining after her. However, even though there were times that I was sure that she was interested in me, she needed to come to her own terms with that. I’m not someone who’s going to pursue someone who says they’re straight. That’s not fair.

I’d love to also pretend I was out meeting exotic women and men, having a smorgasbord of casual sex with beautiful people. I wasn’t. I was alone, overworked and more than a little depressed, it was the summer where work was always full to capacity, I had to endure the waiters and other chefs constantly flirting with Elena and it was too much. I began to dread seeing her and more than that I was exhausted of feeling like I wasn’t good enough. Due to my lack of relationships I certainly felt like I hadn’t prepared myself for something like this, usually it was a quick fuck and chuck, this wasn’t even that but it was draining me completely. I’d lost weight, the bags under my eyes were growing daily and I barely saw the sunshine. To a degree I’d stopped looking after myself, I wasn’t eating or sleeping. I’d get out of bed, shower and work, then repeat.

Due to this I managed to wrangle a long weekend from my boss to head back to my parents’ home and basically just sleep, turn my phone off and rest (When I say long weekend I mean a chef’s weekend, it was Tuesday to Thursday). Apart from the kitchen staff I didn’t really tell anyone I was going, I really just needed to rest. So, after a few days at home still not really sleeping, I returned to work, it was Elena’s day off which I appreciated, but midway through my shift one of her friends approached me and asked where I’d been. I explained the situation and they told me they were having a party that night and I had to go, as they’d got some of my favorite rum in specially for me as a thank you for driving them everywhere.

Honestly, I didn’t want to go. I was still knackered and I doubted that staying up all night would help much, not to mention that I’d have to drive there, pretty much ensuring that the rum would be consumed entirely by other people. Sadly, I’m too nice to say that (honest) so I agreed to stop by after work though I warned I might not be able to stay long.

After my shift I quickly headed home to shower and change. My bed looked incredibly inviting and I wanted nothing more than to crawl into its embrace. Regretting my promise, I dried my hair and straightened my fringe. I applied as much makeup as I could be bothered to and put some purple lipstick on. Eyeing my jeans with annoyance I halfheartedly struggled into them and forced myself to put on my bra again. I began looking through my tops and realizing I really couldn’t be fucked, so I just grabbed a faded black one and my red zipped hoodie to complete my tramp attire.

I drove to their home, it was a nice four bedroom though there was eight of them, all of them doubled up (though one was a couple too). It was in the middle of nowhere, only a few houses around and certainly nobody to complain about the noise. Though there wasn’t loads of people it was loud, noisy and hectic. Not exactly the environment I wanted at that moment! Still I parked up and wandered inside finding a few chefs and shooting the shit. I’d grabbed a beer but was only sipping it, I still planned to drive home in an hour or so.

Then I saw her. As always, her presence changed everything. The only way I can describe it is if you’ve seen the film Limitless when he takes the pill and everything becomes sharper, clearer. That’s how I feel around Elena, suddenly everything makes sense. She spotted me and grinned, her adorable absolutely ridiculous grin and my heart stopped. Almost literally. Her hair was probably perfect at the beginning of the party, but now it was in a sloppy ponytail with some strands escaping. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes alive and delighted. She was wearing a purple summer dress with straps, knee length and flowing. This image of her is forever stuck in my head, it was the first time I’d seen her looking anything but immaculate. The flush of her face, the slightly messy hair, the merest hint of sweat from dancing. She looked perfect, and a little drunk.

“Tash!” She shrieked, for the first time calling me my nickname. Deep in my stomach something tingled at the sound. She bolted across the room and tossed her arms around my neck holding me tightly. My arms slipped around her waist holding her. Now sometimes you hug someone and desperately try to keep your crotches from touching. This was not one of those hugs. It felt like we melted into one another, each time we got closer the other gently tightened their grip. My whole body just went crazy. Goosebumps in the best possible way as I felt her sigh. Her wonderful scent is all I could smell. I held her lithe body tight and knew where I wanted to be for the rest of my life. Eventually we had to part and god it was painful.

We pulled back and she held onto my forearm “Where have you been? Why did you not tell me you were going?” She traced her thumb across my cheekbone all but cupping my cheek “You look tired, are you okay?” After avoiding touching me for weeks, it was sweet torture, doing nothing to help my mental state.
“Which question should I answer?” I halfheartedly smiled.
She tugged my ear and demanded “All of them!”
“I had to take a couple of days to rest, I was at my parents. You don’t need to worry about me.” Though I still smiled sadly I knew she saw right through me. Her fingers tightened on my forearm and we shared the look. That look of knowing.
“Come with me.” She said softly leading me to the kitchen and pouring me a drink.
“Elena, stop. I’m driving.” She didn’t listen. She topped it off with mixer, walked back to me and put it into my hand “We have a spare bed tonight, you can sleep there.”
“I just want my own bed.”
“Stay. Please,” She pierced me with her gaze and I knew I’d agree to anything. She could have asked me anything and I would have done it. She smiled and left me there. I stared at the drink in my hand knowing what was going to happen. Taking a long gulp, I wandered back into the main room, not for the first time regretting my life choices.

The party was winding down and I’d had a couple of drinks, not enough to be drunk but I certainly wouldn’t be driving. Elena had checked in a few times but I was chatting to a few people I knew and actually had met a tattoo artist and was speaking about a full sleeve I eventually had planned. Somehow Elena had snuck up during our conversation as I talked about the tattoo I have up my left side (stage right) it’s a cherry tree done in black, it’s branches stretching across my back slightly and under my breast. It’s blossoms are hot pink. As I described this to this guy (who is currently working on my full sleeve) She grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it up exposing said tattoo and some of my bra. Though I tried to bat her hands away she avoided me and I felt her finger against my bare side, tracing the lines of my tattoo, feverishly hot against my skin. I managed to wrestle away from her and pull down my top. I looked at her “Don’t.” I said mimicking her. Before apologizing to the tattoo artist and taking his number.

I asked Elena to show me to this spare bed, after a couple of drinks I was dead on my feet. She seemed abashed and silently led me upstairs and into a bedroom with two single beds. She entered behind me and I looked around seeing her clothes peeking out of the too small wardrobe and pictures of her and friends on the dresser. This was her room. I turned to face her and she closed the door behind us. She advanced on me, her eyes hungry and she cupped my cheek and kissed me.

I closed my eyes. I felt the heat from her body first and the warmth of her hand against my cheek, slowly slipping around to my neck. Her silken lips against mine before they parted and her tongue danced out, I returned in form tasting her and savoring the sensuality of the embrace. My hands on her hips as she pressed her body to mine. She moaned into my mouth and pulled back gasping. I thought that would be it again, but she pushed me back onto her bed, lowered herself on top of me lying between my jean clad legs and returned her lips to mine this time her hands wandering my body grasping and groping. I couldn’t believe my luck. My whole body was on fire. Every touch from her sent electricity down to the depths of my stomach. Then it hit me, like a fucking train. It wasn’t luck.

I stopped her. It was possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I pulled my lips from hers and caught her wrists in my hands “Elena. Stop.” I begged
“I want this.” She countered struggling a little “I know you do too.”
“Not like this, please, not when you’re drunk.” I know it’s pathetic. I cared about this girl and wanted to have sex with her. Show her how it can be. However, if she’d woken up the next morning and been horrified it would have destroyed me, looking at her then with her confused and flushed face I knew I’d made the right decision.
She relaxed and I released her, she scooted back slightly and sat on her bed as I sat upright too. She turned to me “I thought this was what you wanted?”
I took her hand and said “I want you. Not just sex, but if we do it now and you regret it?” I shrugged sadly. I let her hand go and stood
“Where are you going?” She demanded as she caught my wrist.
“I’ll sleep in my car or call a taxi, it’ll be easier.”
“Don’t be stupid.” She murmured nearly in tears “Stay with me.” I looked at her and knew I’d never leave. I sighed and asked her which bed I should sleep in
“You can take mine” she said seeming to have calmed down a little.

Kicking off my shoes and socks I popped the button on my jeans and shimmied out of them, while she watched unabashed, I tossed my hoodie aside. Leaving my other clothes on I slid into her bed once again my body on fire as I was engulfed in her scent and the softness of her sheets. Elena pulled on a pair of white sleeping shorts up under her dress before pulling it over her head, revealing her breasts. Perky and perfect, capped with puffy pink nipples, against her otherwise porcelain skin. She grabbed a vest top to sleep in much to my dismay.

Tossing back the covers of the bed I was sleeping in she began to slide inside
“Hey! There’s two beds!” I protested.
“This is my bed.” She said quietly.
“Well..” I started before she cut me off.
“Tash. Just shut up. Please.” She whispered. She pulled the cover back up to cover us and I scooted closer to the wall. She came close and pressed her back against my front pulling my one arm around her and causing us to spoon. I moved her hair out of my face and pulled her tight. Causing her to sigh and burrow deeper into my arms slightly wiggling her butt against my crotch. We melted into each other again and it felt wonderful.

The warmth of her body against mine, the smell of her, how she held my arm around her waist, her smooth legs resting next to my own. This was so much like a dream and I wish that I could have stayed awake longer to make it last. However, I was so comfortable that we both quickly drifted to sleep.

Tash

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