Part One can be found here.
We're still not entirely finished yet. There'll be at least a couple more instalments.
They were barely out of the bar, plunging into the coolness of the night air, when she grabbed his hand.
“Here,” she said, pulling him towards an alley across the street.
Narrowly missing the bonnet of a car that had to squeal to a halt as they crossed the road, he followed her. Her hand was soft against his skin, the fingers thin and frail-looking. But, there was strength there. Unbreakable strength. Not that she needed it at the moment. He didn’t want her to let go.
She strode towards the alleyway, kicking away trash with fluorescent orange Doc Martens. The street lighting was usually good in this part of the city, but the alley entrance was dark, inviting like a mouth.
She slowed as they approached it, glanced over her shoulder.
“You’ll be alright,” she said, a flat statement of fact. David didn’t quite know what she meant. He smiled tentatively.
Her eyes were wide and her lips pursed; her hair was blue and her skirt short. For a strange, vertiginous moment, David did not see her as a pretty girl leading him to an alleyway for… well, for something physical, hopefully. No, she was something else. Something he could not name or understand.
Her scent was flowers and the freshness of the wind on exposed hillsides; her eyes were still points, fixed like the bones of the earth. And then she smiled and they were dancing - bright, gleaming, brimming with delight and… mischief.
“Yes,” she said and her voice was warm now. “You’ll be alright.” She slipped her hand down his arm, let his larger hand swallow up hers. “Let’s go.”
The alley stank of sodden cardboard, rancid fast food and stale urine. It wasn’t wide enough to take a car and, perhaps because of this, seemed to have been completely bypassed by the city’s street cleansing department. He scuffed through a drift of discarded polystyrene and fast food wrappers. She slipped her hand out of his, stopping suddenly. The gloom of the alley was not quite enough to swallow her up. She was an outline, the only detail a thin gleam of blue in the light that barely reached in from the road. And then she was turning to face him, closing the gap between him and all he could see was her beautiful eyes and all he could smell was her skin.
She touched him gently on the cheek, bending his head down to hers. He saw her lips part, her eyes half-close. He felt her breath on his lips.
They kissed.
The softness of her overwhelmed him and then his other senses caught up with him. She tasted sweet and delicate, fruit laced with alcohol. Her lips pressed against his, firm, but not oppressive. She let out a low, appreciative moan. Her hand on his cheek slipped downwards, thin fingers tracing his jawline before dropping to his chest where they gently brushed his nipple through the cotton of his shirt. He became very hard very quickly. The movement of her hand became firmer, more urgent. He felt a surge of lust, impatient and selfish, rush through him. He encircled her with his arms, placed his hand on her buttocks, grabbed her, pulled her to him. Her front teeth were even and small and he ran his tongue under them and into her mouth, thrusting urgently, enfolding her in his arms.
She thrust back. Her tongue was small, but nimble. It met his briefly, retreated and met again, hungrily this time.
God, he wanted her so badly.
She broke off the kiss, looking up at him. In the gloom, it was difficult to be sure, but she seemed to him to be just as hungry as he was. She licked her top lip with a thin, pink tongue.
“Moment of truth time,” she said.
Her hand darted forward, reaching for his crotch. Instinctively, he tried to move back, but he was far too slow. Her fingers found the denim of his jeans, found the hardness that it had no chance of disguising. She grasped him awkwardly, grinning.
“Oh, yeah,” she said softly. “You’re alright.”
“What…” he said hoarsely. “What was that…?”
“Like I said, you’ve got to want me.”
“Do you doubt that?”
She laughed, a rich, mellifluous sound - out of place in the alleyway.
“Not anymore.” She let go of him, grinning. She took a step back. And another. All the while she was staring at him with those wide blue eyes. There was mischief and sensuality and pleasure in those eyes. “But we’re not staying here. Follow me.”
A blur of movement and she was at the alley entrance.
“Don’t…” He bit his lip. Don’t tease me. That’s what Emily used to do sometimes. Sometimes it was fun; other times it was spiteful.
The girl’s face was veiled in shadow.
“You have to do this. For me. For you.”
“I’m…”
“I know.” She sighed. “I know. That’s why you’ve got to do this. Like this.” A pause. She looked at the ground for a moment and then, he knew, looked up at him. “Trust me.”
He swallowed, nodded.
“Okay.”
A flash of teeth in shadow. “Good! Follow me!”
She darted to her left and David followed her, heart pounding in exertion, hope and, he realised, not a little fear.
