Richard

Fuck! Juliette didn’t know how beautiful she was. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she drove him home, both of them in their bare feet. The smile that lit up her face remained there the whole journey home and her stunning chestnut hair flew out behind her in the wind of the convertible like some kind of goddess. If she hadn’t told him what she had, he’d have made her pull over and fucked her in the open top car, not caring who came along. But she did tell him. No sex! She’d made it very clear. That was until the beach. He’d felt her body respond to his in ways that completely threw the no sex rule out of the window. His cock was still hard from the beach or was it just hard again from looking at how perfect she was when she smiled? Either way, one thing was for certain. Juliette was going to be the death of him. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to touch the still damp skin on her thigh just below where her damp skirt had plastered itself to her. He didn’t know what he was doing and it was apparent neither did she. They were both playing a game that no one could win. They were gambling months of misery on what? A few days at most of blissful pleasure which he knew would soon turn into torture? And yet, like an addict, the thought of saying goodbye to her crushed his soul and he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to do it. She had already told him that she was vulnerable because of some asshole prick college student that broke her heart.

His mind was in knots almost as much as his stomach as she pulled up outside his apartment building and he still didn’t know what the fuck to do. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to invite her up and make love to her all night but that wasn’t one of the options at his disposal. He either had to tell her it was over to save her from pain in the future or invite her up for coffee, literally coffee. He knew the first option is the one he should take for both their sakes but he heard himself inviting her up. Yep, he took the dangerous option.

“I’ve no clothes up there and I’m still wet”

She was talking about her dress still being damp from the ocean but her choice of words was enough have him picturing her naked and horny as hell.

“I’ll lend you something of mine.” He still had a closet full of Alice’s clothes but he wasn’t sure how she would take to wearing another woman’s dress, even one who had been dead for two years. She parked up and they walked to his building. It was only when they got into the bright light of the foyer that he realised her dress was almost completely see through with the wet. He saw her nipples, erect from the cold beneath the top of the dress and some pure white panties below. He pulled his jacket and covered her with it. She would probably think he was being gentlemanly but the truth was, he knew there were security cameras here and he didn’t want anyone else seeing her body.

He could tell she was nervous as they entered the apartment so he pointed her in the direction of his room which had an en suite shower room attached.

“You use the shower and I’ll leave some clothes out here for you on the bed. I’ll make us both a coffee.”

She smiled and disappeared into the shower room. He heard the gush of water as she turned the shower on. Picking out a pair of his smallest pants and a t-shirt that he hadn’t worn in years, he threw them on the bed and retrieved himself some clothes for him to wear. Back in the kitchen he turned on the coffee machine and then used the main bathroom to get dressed. She was still in the bedroom as he poured two cups of coffee.

He tried to quieten his mind as he took a sip of the bitter liquid but all he could think of was her naked, just feet away from him in the next room and it was driving him delirious.

He ended up drinking both cups to save hers from going cold and then making two more. The caffeine buzz was only putting him more on edge so when she opened the door to the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel, He could hardly speak.

“I don’t want to be like this,” she said. “I like you. I really like you.”

She dropped her towel standing in front of him completely naked. He almost dropped the coffee he was holding, and had to place it on the counter before it ended up all over his feet.

She was simply beautiful, perfect skin on an untouched body. Rick had almost forgotten what breasts looked like when they weren’t full of silicone and hers most definitely weren’t. They were just the right shape and size. Not overly large and phony. She looked like some kind of Grecian goddess standing there with her long wavy hair down around her shoulders, long enough to almost touch her pale pink nipples. He took the vision in, drinking down every inch of her from bottom to top but when he got to her face, he could see the look of fear in her expression. She wasn’t just nervous, she was downright scared.

Sure, he could have taken advantage of her. It took every ounce of resolve not to, but he would have hated himself in the morning, and so would she. He didn’t want to jump into something that they would both regret. He walked towards her slowly. He could see her trembling although she was trying to hide it. He picked up the towel and draped it around her shoulders, covering her as much as he could. He finished off by kissing her nose.

It was the most self restraint he’d ever had to come up with.

“Don’t you want me?” The fear in her face had been replaced by sadness, rejection.

“More than you could know but not like this. I want you to be comfortable and I want you to enjoy it and most of all I want you to be entirely sure that you want it too.”

“I do. I do want it.”

He smiled. He’d had so many women come on to him in his time, none had been so adorable and sexy at the same time. It was an intoxicating combination.

“How about you get dressed and we’ll watch some TV. Sex can wait. I can wait for you.”

He felt her visibly relax in his arms. She had been so wound up with the thought of it that her whole body had stiffened up. At least she did want to explore the option and that was good enough for him.

She kissed his cheek and went back into the bedroom to get dressed, coming out in his old t-shirt and pants, both of which were way too big for her.

“Coffee?” He handed her a cup and guided her to the sofa. Turning the TV on, they found that they shared a love of old movies. Richard found Casablanca playing on one of the channels and let it run.

It was not what he imagined they’d be doing on a second date, but as she snuggled into him and put her feet up on his couch, he realised he liked it.

After the coffee they went back onto beers. Casablanca turned into Breakfast at Tiffany’s and when Juliette told him how much she loved Audrey Hepburn, they followed it with Roman Holiday. By the time Richard was thinking of putting Sabrina Fair on, he looked down and saw that she was sleeping peacefully.

She felt so warm, snuggled into the crook of his arm, he didn’t have the heart to wake her, nor did he want to. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.