The Road To Chelsea And Beyond

“You seem remarkably calm?” She said as she straightened his tie for him.

“Should I be worried?”

“No, of course not. I’m just pleasantly surprised,” she said with a smile and kissed him tenderly. “I like it though, you’re confident but not cocky, it’s very sexy.”

He put his arm around her waist and pulled her against his body, then kissed her passionately. Jessica whimpered as their tongues entwined, raising her foot off the floor without knowing she’d done it.

She broke away and stared into her eyes, “Stop it, James, you’re doing things to me.”

“That was the idea.”

“Hey! No fair,” she said with a comical pout. “You’re going to get me all worked up then go out and leave me smouldering.”

“Uh-huh,” he said with a wry grin.

“I’ve created a monster,” she said and playfully slapped his shoulder. “Come on, you can’t keep Dani waiting,” she said with a smile and kissed him again.

At the front door, Jessica checked James over before he left, his nice smart blue suit fitted him perfectly, and the red tie, with the matching touch of red from the square in his top pocket gave the type of power dressing look that she knew Dani would love. And he smelt wonderful too, his cologne alone was doing things to her. She kissed him one last time as he left and got in the fancy Mercedes they’d ordered to drive him about that night.

When he’d left she headed straight up to her bedroom and grabbed one of her vibrators from her drawer.

On the journey over to Chelsea, where Dani lived, James’ thoughts turned to the events of the previous day. Something had changed between him and Jess. Physically, anal sex had been the last lesson that she could teach him. At least that’s what Jessica said, James was sure there was still much more he needed to learn. But the change they had both felt didn’t concern his increased knowledge and confidence in matters of sex. It was their emotional connection that had changed.

In the aftermath of their intense session, they’d laid in silence on the bed as they slowly caught their breath. Jessica had her head on his chest with his arm around her neck, almost holding her in place. Every so often he tenderly kissed her forehead, making her swoon and cuddle into him as much as she could. She felt safe and protected in his arms, able to let her mind wander into a dreamland of his making.

It was the first time James had not felt like he was under the microscope or as if being assessed for an end-of-term exam. The notions of imposter syndrome had gone and were replaced with a deep-rooted sense of belonging. She was his now. Not because she told him so when he fucked her, he knew enough to understand they were just words that tumbled out in the throws of ecstasy.

He knew it because of the silent embrace they shared and the way she clung to him like she never wanted to let him go. It was the look of **** longing in her eyes and the beat of her heart against his body. They were bound together now, she was his, and he was hers.

With that knowledge came an epiphany. It didn’t matter to James what happened with Dani or anyone else. Or even if their plans of a Harem never materialised. Because no matter what happened, he had Jessica.

Somehow she had seen through all the pent-up angst, the doubts he held about himself and his scruffy unkempt exterior. She knew the potential he held and she had brought him to a place where he could see it too. She’d given him a gift beyond measure. She’d given him the chance to make a better life for himself, and he intended to do just that with Jessica by his side.

Dani was trying hard to picture the man Jessica had first told her about, the scruffy, nerdy virgin who worked in the supermarket with the dodgy red uniform. But try as she might she couldn’t, all she could see was a confident, stylish man who was devilishly handsome. During their dinner, she’d spent far more time than she’d care to admit trying to picture him naked. If pushed to do so, the only critique she could muster would perhaps be that he was slightly lacking in conversation. But even there she had to give him credit. Rather than prattle on about himself, or reveal parts of his past he’d rather not discuss, he deftly steered the conversation back her way and listened intently as she told him about herself. She could see Jess’ input there she thought, she had done a good job polishing up her rough diamond.

As they neared the end of their dinner Dani’s thoughts turned to what would come next. Predictably, it involved her inviting him back to her flat for sex. And if there was one thing Dani hated being it was predictable. But once again, try as she might she couldn’t help herself, she had to admit the young man had done more than enough to pique her interest. She recalled the conversation she’d had with Jess on the phone that morning.

“I don’t care how well the dinner goes, I’m not going to fuck him, if only to prove you wrong,” she told Jess.

“Oh Dani, you poor thing,” Jess said sarcastically.

“What?”

“You're going to miss out on a night of wonderful orgasms just to prove me wrong? More fool you then. When you’ve finished at the restaurant send him home to me, I'll happily bed him til dawn if you don’t want to.”

The conversation had irked Dani, Jess had worked her into a corner. She knew that Dani would push back against being told what to do, and she practically told her not to fuck him, whilst at the same time predicting that she would do just that. Even when she was getting ready for the date Dani was cursing Jess as she tossed aside the dowdy, comfy knickers and tights she was going to wear and instead donned her best lingerie, ‘just in case’ she told herself in an effort to try and save some of her pride.

“There you are sir,” said the waiter, placing the bill on the table in front of James. “I hope your meal was enjoyable?”

“It was lovely, thank you,” said James, fishing his wallet out.

Dani had been so deep in her thoughts she’d quite missed James asking for the bill.

“Oh, no, James, you must let me pay for this, after all, it was me who…”

James handed his card to the waiter, who placed it into the card machine he was holding and then gave it back to James.

He tapped in the pin then looked at Dani, “I’m not falling for that ‘it was me who invited you out’ line. But you can make us coffee at your place if you like?” he said, handing the waiter the machine back.

James took a twenty-pound note from his wallet and handed it to the waiter, “Thank you, sir, I hope the rest of your evening is enjoyable,” he said and winked at James.

As they got in the back seat of the car the driver said, “Where to sir?”

“That’s a good question,” said James, looking at Dani.

She scowled at him, making no attempt to hide her annoyance.

“You and Jess have played me like a fiddle,” she said, then looked towards the driver, “Take us to Chelsea please.”