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  “Don’t worry” he said. “There are some things in life which it is important to be open in. But the money is the unimportant part of what I intended to offer. I am sorry if you misunderstood”.

  Before Lily had time to take in his words, he was gone.

  The cheek of it! She was thinking, as she pulled her purse from her bag. Acting all high and mighty, as if he can just reach out his hand and grab whatever takes his fancy. Well I’m not going to be so undervalued!

  She reached for the paper bill and its tray, and noticed that the tray was heavier than it should be.

  Under the bill was exactly enough money for the coffee and a ten percent tip.

  Lily looked up, confused. Why did he pay anyway, when she did not give him what he wanted? And what was it he had said? “The money is the unimportant part of what I intended to offer.” What did that mean?

  Despite the long hours of hatred she had devoted to male behaviour that day, she had to admit that her absolute confidence in the essential bad in all men had been somewhat shaken.

  *******

  It was a busy night, and Bill had fallen back into his old routine of putting on just enough staff at a time to mean that everyone was always rushing around doing something. At least keeping busy meant that Lily did not have time to dwell on her bitter and confused feelings from earlier. There were lots of rowdy groups of men in tonight, most standing in circles in the rare pools of tepid light, legs wide apart, laughing loudly at each others’ jokes (or more often their own jokes). It was a typical Sunday scene and one which tended normally to fill her with disdain at the male race.

  Tonight, however, she was reflecting that it did not necessarily mean they were all stupid. They were just having fun; she supposed. This feeling was heightened when she had a couple of interesting conversations with customers – totally free of any kind of innuendo. Could it be that she had been too harsh earlier in her condemnations? She continued musing as she frantically loaded the glass-washer before all the glasses ran out.

  “Ooh, Lily, Indie boy’s just walked in!” winked Mia, flitting past her to grab more ice. Lily looked up unenthusiastically. Daniel was nearly at the bar, squeezing in between a couple of large bald men having an argument about Arsenal and an enthusiastic group of Asian men discussing pop music. Having arrived, he looked up and catching Lily’s eye looked uncomfortable for a second. But then he seemed to decide that having come here anyway, he might as well not show any discomfort. Instead he gave Lily a broad smile which in spite of her lingering bitterness she found herself returning. She was still turned on by those hypnotic eyes. But what was she going to say to him? After last night’s performance she couldn’t take another disastrous encounter. Still, there was nothing wrong with being friendly.

  “Hello”, she said, reserved; cautious.

  “Hi, Lily”, he said, smiling again although she could see a hint of sheepishness in his eyes. “Look, last night was...a bit of a failure, huh?”

  Lily raised one eyebrow (an art she was quite fond of getting the chance to practice at moments such as this).

  “A bit of a failure? Come on, Daniel, I’ve had some bad sex experiences in my time but I have to say this was on another level”.

  “Yeah...” he grinned. “I feel pretty bad about it. And I know you don’t want any excuses but...it’s definitely....well, it’s not what I wanted to happen, you know?”

  Lily left him to serve for a couple of minutes, considering. Well of course he must have been disappointed as well. But it probably served him right for having such a demeaning view of her, she thought. Going floppy just because she didn’t want to be tied up!

  “I’ve been thinking a lot about my behaviour”, announced Daniel when she next had time to talk. “And...I don’t think I did the best thing. And I want to make it up to you”.

  Again she had to see to the customers, pondering his words. Was it worth trusting him? Or would it just guarantee another disappointing flop?

  “I don’t really know how you can make it up to me, Daniel”, she said on her return. “Maybe you should just find a more submissive woman and leave me alone”.

  “Ha, maybe” Daniel considered, then leaned forwards, looking directly into her eyes. “But I don’t want a more submissive woman, Lily. I want you.”

  “Well...you did have a chance...” Lily pointed out.

  “I know, I know, I blew it...”

  “I wish you had!” cut in Lily icily. “I don’t know if you are capable of pleasing me”.

  Daniel hung his head.

  “I was stupid”, he said, looking up. “But I know I can make it up to you” –

  “Lily, we’re out of glasses again!” called Mia, and Lily turned away from Daniel to collect the empties.

  When she came back, Daniel handed her a piece of paper. “It’s my number”, he explained. “You don’t need to decide now if you want to give me another chance.”

  Lily took it, appreciating his respectfulness of her decision. “Maybe I’ll call you”, she said noncommittally.

  Leaning forward again, Daniel looked directly into her eyes. “You don’t have to believe me”, he said; softly, so she had also to lean forwards, “but I know I can give you endless amounts of...pleasure”.

  She gazed at him for a few seconds, still resisting. How many times had she heard a line like that from men who absolutely failed to deliver? Yet there was something in the sincerity of Daniel’s voice...something which stirred feelings deep inside her.

  “By the way, tomorrow is my night off”, added Daniel, leaning back again. “So...maybe see you around”. He pushed his way through the throng and was gone.

  Lily toyed with the idea of meeting him for some time after he left. But what would be the point? He was clearly inadequate for her. Yet he had seemed genuinely like he wanted to change. And he was certainly turned on by her. Maybe she should be more open to him?

  For some reason the words of the man in the coffee shop came back to her: “There are some things in life which it is important to be open in”. Perhaps this was one of them...

  At the end of her shift she checked the rota to see when she was next working. Tomorrow she was finishing at four in the afternoon. Fuck it, she thought. I’ll call him. It’s probably a sign.

  *******

  She went to meet him at his place, a short bus ride away. He lived in an old Victorian house which had been converted into flats; the building was pretty derelict-looking and badly in need of a new paint job but at least it had more character than her own, modern identikit building. He opened the door with another broad grin, and showed her in to a warm, brightly decorated room. Multi-coloured fabrics hung from the walls, and the numerous cushions and blankets spread liberally around the floor, along with the couple of giant houseplants at the window, gave the whole place a welcoming, homely ambience which instantly put her at ease. They sat on the sofa among sheepskin rugs and silk pillows.

  “Nice place”, she commented.

  “Yeah, it’s fantastic isn’t it? And the rent is really cheap because the landlord doesn’t want to fix it up”.

  “Not bad”.

  “Yep, I’ve been lucky with this place”, he said, getting up and moving to a speaker set which to Lily’s eye looked pretty fancy. “Music?”

  “Oh, yeah of course...whatever you want”, she said, still gazing around at the decorations. “It looks like you got this stuff from some pretty exotic places”.

  For some reason Daniel looked uncomfortable at this comment. “Oh, no, I mean, not really”, he mumbled. “I’d like to travel, but, you know...I got so many things going on here.”

  “Really? Like what?”

  “Well”, he began, as lilting Indian music began to emanate from the speaker, “you know, like work and stuff”.

  “Yeah, it’s kind of annoying being stuck in a bar job”, agreed Lily. “I’ve been trying to save money, but the pay just isn’t good enough”.

  “So you don’t want to stay wor
king at The Corner all your life?” Lily laughed.

  “Come on! You’ve seen what it’s like in there!”

  “What do you want to do then?”

  “I want to paint”, said Lily firmly, although there was no real conviction in her voice. Painting had been her passion for so long that it was her automatic response when people asked her what she wanted in life. Right now, though, the dream seemed too far away to be able to give it credence.

  However, Daniel didn’t seem to notice this lack of faith and enthusiastically began explaining that he too was involved in an art project. Lily half-followed, still feeling a little melancholy, trying to grasp what the project was about. “Sounds interesting! What does it involve?”

  But Daniel was being decidedly vague about it; saying only that it was something to do with art. “But I’m sure we have a place for you, you know, and for your paintings...”

  Lily’s heart leapt. A space for her to paint in? It didn’t matter what exactly the project was; she should take this chance. “Daniel, I’d love to be involved”, she told him warmly, and he stopped mid-prattle and beamed at her.

  “Well this calls for a celebration! I’ll get us a drink”, he said and disappeared into the kitchen. Lily sat back and took in the mesmeric twanging of the music. This was so exciting! She had not even touched a paintbrush for months, not even made a sketch. But here was a chance to use her talent in something bigger. She smiled, jiggling lightly on the cushions with happiness. Daniel returned, holding to her slight surprise a teapot and two cups.

  “Oh!” said Lily, “I thought you meant a proper drink”.

  “You don’t mind?” asked Daniel, placing the pot and cups on a small table at her feet.

  “Well, no – of course not. I love tea. I mean, this is England, after all!”

  He smiled gently and knelt before her in front of the table. “I think you will enjoy this one”, he said, pouring the tea slowly into each cup. Then he handed her cup to her, and they clinked the cups together gently, looking into each others’ eyes. “Cheers”, she said softly, and they drank.

  “Now, Lily”, began Daniel, still kneeling before her. “I want you to know that I misjudged you the other night. I was stupid, and I don’t want to make the same mistake again”.

  Lily gazed down at him, feeling a fuzzy tingling suffusing her whole body. All thoughts of frustration and bitterness were long gone, replaced with warm pleasant feelings. She sipped her tea again.

  “So I want you to relax, and whatever you want to do, you can do it”, he continued. Lily tingled, her heart pounding in excitement.

  “And I want you to know, too...” added Daniel, slowly caressing her leg, “that I am really, really turned on by you”. He gazed up at her, piercing her again with that hypnotic stare. She felt her pussy moisten inside her knickers. She sipped some more tea. “Hey, uh, what kind of tea is this? It’s really good”.

  Daniel grinned. “Just a mix of herbs. Feels good, huh?” he sipped his own tea, closing his eyes. “Mmm”.

  “Really good!” agreed Lily, drinking more of her own. She hadn’t known that herbal teas could have such a pleasurable effect; her entire body felt warm and fuzzy and every nerve was becoming more and more aroused by the minute. Of course, this could also be to do with Daniel’s gaze, and the tantalising way he was stroking her inner thighs. Slowly, but purposefully, she took his hand and moved it to the button of her jeans. Taking her hint, he eagerly undid her trousers, then stopped, awaiting her initiative. She noticed this and was thrilled, getting wetter and wetter. “I want to fulfil all of your desires,” whispered Daniel, moving close to her and licking her neck and ear. “Just show me how”...

  They began an exquisite dance of undressing; he awaiting her command and then eagerly removing whichever item of clothing she placed his hand on, while she equally eagerly tore off his own garments. All the time they were kissing and licking each other, but tonight it was gentler than it had been in the bar; she could feel his throbbing desire just as strongly, but none of the control which she had resisted. On the floor now, they rolled among the rugs and cushions, writhing against each other, kissing in soft passion. She took his hand and placed it on her pussy, and he groaned in delight, pushing his fingers softly inside her. She wriggled in pleasure against his hand, and he quested deeper and deeper, electrifying her more and more with every finger stroke.

  “Oh yes”, she breathed. “that’s a good place”...they convulsed together like this for some minutes, lost in delight. Then she grabbed his head and pulled it towards her. “Now I want you to lick me out”, she said.

  “Oh yeah?” breathed Daniel, his pupils dilating in desire.

  “Oh yeah. While I suck your cock”.

  Daniel complied instantly, bending over her and gently lowering his cock, now blessedly erect and proud, down into her waiting mouth. Then he bent some more and began licking her pussy with long, sweet movements of his tongue.

  Tonight she did not feel any of the awkwardness of his cock gagging her as before. Instead she relished the fat, powerful penis in her mouth, responding so deliciously to her every suck and lick. His tongue was exploring further into her pussy, making her gasp, and she stopped sucking for a few seconds to let the sensation wash over her fully. “Yes Daniel, lick me like that, oh yeeees”...

  She grabbed his dick again and rolled her tongue all around it, making him shiver all over in ecstasy. The girth and power of it was turning her on more and more. She explored him with her tongue as he was exploring her: gently exposing his foreskin and licking it all over; making it totally moist, then grabbing his whole cock in her mouth again and sucking. He was slurping her pussy with mounting passion, clearly in complete bliss. The tingling in her body was getting stronger and she realised she had to have his cock inside her, right now. Taking it out of her mouth, she told him this and he obeyed, delightedly.

  Slowly he guided his penis into her pussy, feeling the soft warm walls welcoming him as if he was coming home. She gasped as he pushed himself all the way inside her, relishing being in contact with him on all sides. They began to fuck, slowly at first, but getting faster as he found her pleasure centre and she moaned at him to keep fucking her.

  As he throbbed inside her with mounting passion, she grabbed his neck and sat up, pushing him down so that she was straddling him from above. He flailed his hand behind him for a cushion for his head, and grabbed one for her knees too. Now in a comfortable position, she could really ride him. He followed her every move, moaning and gasping in delight. From a long way away she started to feel her orgasm; a deep and powerful welling up of passion from somewhere deep, deep inside her. Becoming more and more excited, she rode him harder and harder, pushing herself onto his cock in the exact right places. He was throbbing and groaning; neither of them really aware of their constant shouts: “yes! Yes!”

  In a frenzy, she gripped him with her thighs and rode him like she had never ridden a man before – with wild abandonment and delight. Shouting, she pushed him closer and closer inside her; to her very centre; and as she began to come she felt her entire body tingling with bliss. She was fucking him so hard that her orgasm lasted for several minutes (not , of course, that anyone was counting) as she convulsed wildly around on his dick. Finally, she gave one last shudder and felt the deep satisfaction of a really good orgasm. Sitting still on his dick, she sighed in bliss. He sighed too, gazing at her in wonderment and pure hunger. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so arousing before”, he said, and sat up, still with her pussy gripping him.

  “It was so beautiful!” she said, in childlike wonder. She was still tingling all over with delight, and in a very merry mood. “Now it’s your turn”, she said to Daniel. “Do you want to tie me up again?”

  Daniel’s eyes lit up, and he slowly disengaged himself from her. “Actually, there is something else I want”, he said desirously, “please, wait here. I won’t be a second”.

  He hurried out of the room, his still erect
penis before him like a guide. He returned momentarily clutching – not scarves this time, but two rubber penis-shaped vibrators.

  “Oooh”, sad Lily, very intrigued by this new game. Her orgasm was still strong all around her, and she felt like whatever he wanted to do she was sure to enjoy it immensely.

  First he simply turned one of the vibrators on and rubbed it on her body; gently caressing with it her boobs, her thighs, her sticky pussy; making her wriggle and groan again. “Would you like me to fuck you with it?” he asked, and she, feeling her pussy desire him again, nodded eagerly. Slowly he rubbed her clitoris with the vibrator, making her shake. She didn’t think it could have been possible for her pussy to get ay wetter but it was now, and he gently pushed the vibrator inside her, swirling it around and around in delicious circles. All of her nerves were extra-sensitive from her recent orgasm and every move of the vibrator turned her on immensely. She felt herself opening and lay back, surrendering to his dance.