A Good Man
Copyright© 2011 by Marc Nobbs
Chapter 24: Unexpected Dessert
Life was perfect.
Okay, maybe perfect was a gross exaggeration. I mean, I would have given up a lot, if not most, of what I had to have my parents back. But since that wasn’t going to happen, life was just about as perfect as it was going to get.
I had a big, fat bank balance that was going to make my years as a student a lot more comfortable than most other students. I had shares, bonds and trust funds that would give me a head start after university. And I had the best girlfriend that any man could possibly ask for.
What more could I want?
I gave up my waiting job at Micester Hall, telling my friends that I’d saved enough to see me through the summer, and I’d rather spend my Saturday nights with Clarissa.
I got a whole bunch of brownie points for telling her that.
I also took Will’s advice and bought a small second-hand run-around. Nothing fancy, just a well-built, good-running French supermini. I also treated myself to a new laptop and a couple of other boys’ toys. My friends believed my story about my ‘modest’ inheritance. Even Clarissa. I felt bad not telling her the truth, but Will was right. She didn’t need to know.
And I was worried it might change things between us if she did.
Throughout those last few days of November and the first couple of weeks of December, we grew closer and closer, to the point where it actually hurt, physically, when we were forced to be apart due to our different timetables or her mum’s ‘no going out on a school night’ rule.
Mind you, we did our best to circumvent that petty restriction.
Clarissa stopped giving Grace and Emily a lift home altogether and instead came to my house for as long as she thought she could get away with—usually until about seven. Her mum certainly knew what she was doing, and I don’t think she was very happy about it, but Clarissa was getting all her homework done, and far from her grades suffering, they were actually getting better. Only slightly, mind you, but then they were very good to begin with.
Friday remained our date night, when we’d go out somewhere—usually Westmouth. We still spent Saturday afternoons with our friends, but because I no longer had to work on Saturday nights, we spent them at my place. Clarissa would cook me something fabulous, inducting me into the food-loving fraternity, and then we’d settle down in front of the telly to cuddle on the sofa.
Like I said, life was pretty much perfect.
I should have known it couldn’t last.
The Christmas Ball was held on the last Saturday before Christmas. Since school had finished earlier in the week, Clarissa and I decided to stay in front of the telly on Friday and make the ball our date night. She cooked yet another meal that made my taste buds dance with joy—a turkey breast steak stuffed with leek, mushroom, and bacon, topped with melted cheese—and watched me eat it, as she always did, wearing the most satisfied of her many gorgeous smiles.
After swallowing the last delicious mouthful, I sat back, closed my eyes and sighed.
“Enjoy that?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Good. I’ve planned a dessert that I think you’ll enjoy too.”
“Cheesecake?”
She shook her head.
“What then?”
“You’ll see.” She stood and picked up her wine glass. “Come on, bring the bottle. I’ve got a new DVD I want to watch.”
We settled into our usual spot on the sofa, with me sitting at one end, her beside me, legs tucked beneath her, and her head resting on my shoulder. I started the film, tossed the remote onto the sofa beyond Clarissa, and draped my arm around her to draw her even closer—if that was possible.
The film was a sentimental American Rom-Com—not the kind I would normally watch alone, but I didn’t mind watching it with Clarissa. It was no different from any of the other films I’d seen with her recently, except this actress was a brunette instead of a blonde, and the lead actor was a rugged Australian. I tuned it out and simply enjoyed being next to Clarissa. According to the last issue of Ladz magazine, this actress was the fifth sexiest woman on God’s Green Earth. I could see their point, but a quick glance to my right confirmed it—Clarissa had her beat by a clear country mile.
About twenty minutes into the film, Clarissa gave me a tender little kiss on the cheek, more affectionate than anything else. Nothing like the seismic kisses we shared at the start and end of each day that fried the circuits in your brain and made the earth move enough to cause a small tsunami. No, this was more ‘reassuring’ than anything else.
I turned my head when I felt her lips on my cheek, and the kiss became a long, lingering, slow-burning kiss full of desire and love.
Her hand drifted to my chest, fumbled to undo one of my shirt buttons, and she slipped her fingers inside. My flesh felt molten where her fingers lightly grazed, and I shivered.
Clarissa moaned into the kiss. I closed my eyes and savoured her taste, and they remained closed even when she ended the kiss, pulled away from me and whispered, “Are you ready for your dessert?”
I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Perhaps the most loving smile I’d ever seen. Her dilated pupils had a fire at their heart, which gave me goosebumps. “Not if it means you have to get up and go get it. I want to stay here with you forever.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” She pulled her hand from my shirt and, to my surprise, slid it down and across my belly until she reached the top button of my jeans. “I’m not going anywhere.” She snapped open the top button.
“Riss, what are you—” She silenced me by putting a finger to my lips.
“Hush. It’s okay.” She returned to my buttons, snapping open each one until she could pull my fly apart. The bulge in my trunks was obvious.
I’d gotten used to coping with my erection until I was alone and taking care of it then, but it seemed she had other ideas. Her hand slipped into my trunks and tentatively gripped me. She made a noise which was a cross somewhere between a sigh and a groan.
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