Natalie's Point of View
I finally got home and landed on my bed and fell with a loud thump.
Oops
I rubbed my ankles as they hurt so much, I noticed I had sprained them and the methylated substance wasn't going to do any good.
A knock came on my door, twice. I managed to open it. It was the mail carrier.
"Ms Natalie?" I said in the affirmative. "Mr John Heathrow sent you a package, and he wanted you to sign here." He handed me a piece of paper, and it was a paper to put down my name and that I had collected it.
"Why did he send me a package all of a sudden? We just met a few hours and a package? How thoughtful". I thought loudly that the letter carrier could almost hear me. I handed him the pen and the book and thanked him profusely and he left.
I opened the parcel, it was a bouquet of flowers and my favorite perfume collection. I wondered how he got to know that. I have had so many stalkers in the past, so maybe he was one of them to have found the current cologne collection I use. I heated up my food in the microwave and proceeded to do other things, while waiting for it to get hot.
It was a few minutes to 6pm, and I knew I was already running late as Houston wasn't a short drive from home.
"Natty" a familiar voice called out to me. It was Paula. She is the only one who calls me that, it was easier to decipher who that could be.
"You couldn't even knock to get my attention, how silly" I snapped at her as she nonchalantly walked in on me.
"Where are you headed, little iceberg?" She said, touching my dress. "You scent like a thousand flowers merged together "She had always had a thing with words, so this wasn't a mere coincidence.
"Thank you" I smiled to myself. I will be on a date with John today. You could turn off the lights in my room after you're done and close the windows if I am not home by 10pm".
"Okay, use protection ma'am" she snapped, her voice trailing happily into the kitchen.
"Who said I was going to have sex? I was going to see movies and have company, Good lord!" I tied my ribbon firmly and did some finishing touches on my face.
"Sorry ma'am" she said in between mouthfuls, "but you look good all the same".
"Thank you, I should be heading out now. Do take care of yourself, and be safe. We'll see later, today or later. Tomorrow". I said, dangling my car keys at her.
"Okay buddy, be safe". She beckoned me for a hug, and we hugged for a few minutes and I left.
It was a long drive from home to Houston and I doubted I would even go home from John's. I played" I will always love you" by Elvis Presley as it reminded me of my relationship days in college and after.
The night seemed lonely as I drove and hummed the lyrics alongside the artist.
"He had a lot on his mind writing the whole lyrics," I thought loudly.
It was beginning to drizzle and I slightly cursed myself for not driving out early. I knew I needed to be focused and drive as fast as I could as the rain didn't catch up with me.
I was finally at John's place. The beautiful edifice was nothing compared to what I have seen in movies.
"Come in" I heard him say, as I felt so embarrassed, probably he had seen me staring aimlessly at the edifice. I walked quietly to him.
"Hello John", I greeted him as he helped me climb the stairs.
"You look so beautiful in that dress, different from the regular gym Natalie". He let out an almost dry croaky laughter as he lit his cigar.
"Thank you". I smiled.
Everything was set for the movie; popcorn, duvets, ice cream and a semi-lit room, but the movie hadn't started when John moved really close to me and whispered in my ears.
"I know you actually want more than the movie, you want me, Natalie. I think you shouldn't fight it".
"No, that's not true John, I…" my voice trailed when I discovered he began to kiss me passionately, his hand moving my hand to the already formed in between his legs.
"Natalie…" He called out to me, his voice sending signals to my spines, as he gave me hickeys round my neck. He reached out to the switch and turned it off totally.
That tickling sensation in between my legs was getting so intense, his fingers played in between my thighs like they were some guitar strings, each touch hitting something within me. I moaned with my eyes partly closed.
"Do you like this?" His voice sounded like it was almost a whisper. "Yes," I whimpered. I was dripping, and I was sure I could literally fill an ocean. This felt like a dream come true. I touched him, and he was shirtless, and I rubbed his chest, grazing my fingers along his smooth skin and drawing imaginary lines on his chest.
"Promise you'll never leave me" I said to him. I felt like he was mine, and I couldn't have it another way.
"I won't, you're mine."
I felt him get into me, now it was intense, more intense. No man had made me feel that way, I just wanted this all over and over. He moaned inside me like he couldn't leave it some other way.
He flipped me over and continued like his life was dependent on it, while I felt myself stretching out around him.
Suddenly the door opened, it was a woman.
"Even on our bed? You could still cheat???".
Was John married? Why didn't he say so? Why did he ask me out on a date that turned into a sexual event?