2 - What if I want to stay?

Andrew stared at her differently and he couldn't say how he felt. Did he have a wrong impression of her? He wanted to save her from the other guy because he was bad news but the lady was demanding something that...

"You are kidding right?" He forced a smile. He thought she was different and decent but maybe he was wrong.

"I would have stayed home," she smiled flirtatiously, his heart leapt. He had eyes on her since she walked into the club. There was something different about her than the girls he previously picked from here. The way she went straight to the bar and ordered red wine meant she was cloaking something.

"But why? You hardly know me." He was determined to know what was making her give herself freely away. Even whores had their price but Susan was giving her gorgeous body for free. Andrew’s reservation was making her lose her patience.

"You know what, you ask too many questions. Let me hook up with the first guy," she began walking towards the direction the hot guy went when Andrew grabbed her tightly by the arm, a strange fire scorching through him. Why was he jealous when she mentioned the first guy? It was unlike him to have a girl on his first night but this time,

"I'll do it."

Susan bit her lower lip seductively, "alright, follow me." It was the first time he gave a woman so much control and he couldn't understand why he was following her blindly to her BMW. Susan drove and stopped at the pharmacy. Going in, she returned with a pack of condoms before driving to the house. She wanted to be double safe.  Andrew kept his mouth shut. Perhaps she would change her mind by the time they got to her destination.

"You have to shower first," she said to Andrew as soon as they reached the house. Andrew was a very clever man. Taking in the appearance of her not so big but extremely neat one-bedroom apartment, he could tell the kind of person she was, thereby understanding her reason for telling him to shower first. He wanted to tell her that he showered before going to the club but debunked it. She thinks he's dirty so he'll just clean up.

When Andrew came out of the shower with a towel draped around his waist, Susan gulped and went to bathe as well. Andrew was shocked. He began to feel that Susan didn't think he was dirty. She might just be a germaphobe. When she returned, Andrew laid on his back on the bed while she covered her chest with a white towel. He lifted himself and moved closer to her, her breath once again caught up in her throat. Her body was emitting spasms that gave her a shiver. Andrew said for the last time,

"You can still change your mind you know,"

"No, I won't.."

Her words stood on the tip of her tongue when his finger trailed her lips, making her tremble, her heart fluttered. Why did he have that effect? She didn't understand. No man gave her body what Andrews' touch gave. His voice was deep but sensual. There was no dominance but a call for remorse.

"Your mind is made up but I hope you don't get upset with me in the morning," he said before meeting her lips with his. The kiss started soft, growing stronger and stronger as the towel fell from her chest. Andrew lowered his eyes, raking the perfect breasts with pink nipples hard as a rock, pointing at him. His hunger for her was unquenchable, as he lifted her gently, placing her on the bed.

Taking his time, he caressed her cheeks to her jaws, biting gently, while his hands explored her slim figure. Every touch on her skin got her to want more and she was forced to hold back her moans. She didn't want him to think that she was too cheap and could just melt under his touch but the body had its language, forcing out the moan, even louder than she imagined, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment.

Her body responded to everything, as her hands stroked his hair, then his hard body. She allowed him to do anything he wanted without restriction. When his hand brushed her intimate part, she whimpered slightly.

Andrew froze and asked again, "are you sure about this?" She nodded her head, handing him three different coloured condoms she purchased on their way. He took it and the sound of wrapper tearing was heard. A while later, something hard was stretching her walls. Andrew was alarmed at his struggle to get inside her. With her asking for it, he never expected her to be a…

"You are too tight. Have you ever done this before?"

She shook her head while enduring the pain cruising through her. Andrew wanted to stop because he didn't think it was right but they had gone too far, so he pushed gently till she took in his full length, while he continued to plant baby kisses all over her face and mouth before pushing in and out of her gently. 

She moaned and whimpered with every thrust and when he began moving faster, she screamed in pleasure. Soon, they were both panting, drifting to sleep.

When Susan woke up the next day, she was naked under the sheets. Her crazy behaviour last night played over her mind like a video, she blushed in embarrassment but didn't regret her actions. Last night was the best she ever had but she was surprised that Andrew didn't take advantage of her. 

He didn't try again after doing it once. It was good that he had left because she didn't know how she was going to face him again. However, she was also saddened. What amazed her the most was how the room was clean. The towels weren't on the floor and even the other side of the bed was straight.

Everything was in order like nothing had happened. She soaked in the bathtub and wanted to stay forever but her rumbling stomach made her quicken the process.

She dressed in casual clothes and walked to the kitchen, stopping dead in her tracks. Andrew's bare masculine back teased her while he got busy with cooking. The area and everything he used were neatly arranged.  She felt as if he knew her but it made her suspicious. So far, he was the only one who gave her nothing to complain about with his presence, except, his bare chest that kept tempting her.

"You're still here," she coughed and said. Andrew turned around and smiled, frowning at her wet hair.

"Your hair is wet. Here, sit down," he pulled a chair for her around the dining table, went to pick up her hairdryer and began drying her hair. Susan was stunned by his actions and froze through it all. His action was so gentle, it was like drying a child's hair.

"There, don't leave your hair wet next time, so you don't catch a cold. Breakfast is ready," he said afterwards. He was behaving as if they were a couple which made her suspicious of what he said last night that they were a couple having a misunderstanding. Susan was apprehensive about his intentions. She didn't want to have any hopes. She already got what she wanted and didn't want to complicate things. 

"When are you leaving?" She swallowed tightly and asked. She enjoyed his company but it wasn't right. She didn't want to get used to it. At the moment, she was so vulnerable so it was best if she sacked him. He sighed, his expression unreadable as he said, 

"Food is ready. You don't want me to eat your food? Are you so stingy?" He asked jokingly. Susan was flushed. 

"I'm not preventing you from eating. I'm just asking when you will be leaving. After all, you don't live here and I honestly thought you had left. Also, I have to go out in a short while."

Andrew maintained his unreadable expression, which marvelled her. She couldn't perceive his intent. "I understand. Let's talk after eating," he said, went to the kitchen and came back with a tray of simple breakfast. Just scrambled eggs with toast and coffee.

"How long have you been cooking?" Susan asked after tasting the egg. It looked attractive but tasted bland.

Andrew was honest. He just wanted to please her. "I'm now learning with a cookbook. Is it bad?" He asked before taking a bite, frowning slightly at the bland taste. He stared at Susan apologetically but she only smiled and said,

"The salt is too little."

"Sorry about that. Is there anything else?" He asked her.

"No," she said and proceeded to eat despite the bland taste. Andrew smiled and ate as well. Everything seemed harmonious till she asked again, 

"When are you leaving? I want to go and visit my friends."

Andrew let out a half-smile, "you want me to go?"

His question made Susan feel guilty. He sounded as if she was chasing him out, which was exactly what she was doing. "You don't live here so you will leave anyway," she said in consolation but she suddenly felt empty. They just met last night. She doesn't know him. He could be anything and she was a woman. Nevertheless, his response was rather a question, which was unexpected.

"What if I want to stay?"