It’s Complicated But It Doesn’t Have To Be

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The evening had turned to inky blackness, the stars were out. The night was amazing. With her hand in his he pulled her to the car park, “Where are we going?” Came the voice from behind him,

“There’s somewhere I want to take you. I don’t want this date to end - yet.” Blake said unlocking his black Toyota hilux, opening the door for her she climbed in. For some reason she wanted to go with him.

“What’s the address?” Melissa started to get worried, Blake smiled a goofy smile, “You’ll see. Was all he said mysteriously.

Turning on the radio, a familiar song came on Shania Twain - You’re still the one.

“Looks like we’ve made it look how far we’ve come my baby.” Slipped from Melissa’s lips, she loved this song, it was one of her favourites. And Melissa could sing, she wasn’t up to Shania’s standard but her voice was nice.

Blake’s head turned in her direction, “Wow, you have an amazing singing voice.” Melissa felt her face heat up. She hadn’t meant to sing, but unfortunately when there are songs on that she likes she can’t help it.

Turning down a side street, Blake pulled the Car to a standstill, he got out and before Melissa could open the door he had.

Holding her hand he helped her out of the car, “How’s your bowling arm?” He asked, confused Melissa replied “I’ve never bowled.”

A twinkle in Blake’s eyes betrayed the neutral expression on his face. As he pulled her into a doorway.

They went up two flights of stairs still holding hands and go to a brightly lit ten pin bowling alley.

The clattering of balls against pins, the smell of oil from the lanes. Pulling her gently forward Blake went to the counter “2 adults, 2 games please Jim.”

Paying on a card “What shoe size are you?” Jim asked

“Eight and a half.” Melissa replied, the big bald guy bend downs and places a pair of shoes on the counter they are half blue and half red, he sprays some disinfectant in the shoes and hands them to Melissa.

Slipping off her heels, Blake eyes her with curiosity, he’s testing her but she doesn’t know it.

Sitting on the bench she places one shoe on the floor and slips her foot in it, Blake watches her every move, it’s something so simple yet his mouth is dry, and seemed so sexy, his eyes wander up her shapely legs, leaning over she laces the shoe, she does the same to the other shoe. Blake is putting his shoes on robotically, still keeping his eyes on Melissa.

God he was thirsty, like he hadn’t had a drink for days, he decided to order some water from the bar. Gulping it down, the bar staff brought it too him, he asked for another, nothing was quenching his thirst and his throat was dry and sore.

Once Melissa had her shoes on, she looked over and smiled “Where do we bowl then.”

Going to lane 24 Blake sat at the computer, putting her name in first followed by his own.

Melissa studied the balls, they each had different numbers and different sized holes.

“All right, all done.” Blake was now standing beside her. “Let’s find you a ball.”

After trying lots of balls Blake decided that a 6 was heavy enough for her.

“Okay so you put your middle and ring finger into these holes and your thumb into that one.” Following his instructions he then told her how to bowl, releasing the ball it went into the gutter, pouting a little Blake started to laugh.

“It’s not funny.” She said in mock disappointment.

Grabbing his ball he threw it down the lane, and his arm came up with a flick after he’d released it. Even Melissa’s beginner eyes could see that he was good.

“Would you show me please?” Melissa asked shyly.

“Of course.” Blake stood behind her, and guided her forward, standing slightly to the right, of centre, he moved closer to her pressing his hard body against her back, Melissa thought he really need his arm around her waist, but didn’t say anything. Running his arm down hers, it reacted to his touch, making her shiver slightly, holding the back of her hand.

Making her shudder even more by speaking in her ear “You need one fluid motion, backwards and release on the follow through.” He annunciated every single syllable to see her reaction, his breath felt hot on her ear, she tried not to react, but her body, automatically reacted towards him.

He did the first one with her, she got a strike.

“Yes! Thank you Blake.” She turned in his arms and nearly fell against his chest. His eyes searched hers, looking for, something she didn’t know what.

Blushing hard, she stepped backwards. “Ok Miss expert, let’s see how you try me.”

Blake took his next go and got a split, then it was Melissa’s turn again, she did exactly as Blake had shown her, but as she let the ball go she accidentally twisted her wrist, the ball rolled down the lane, arched across the other side and at the last minute it went into the gutter.

“Damn, why? I did everything you told me.” Melissa said

”Maybe you just need me to help you each time” a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face.

Blake took his turn again, he got a spare, Melissa was up again, “If you want my help, beg.”

Melissa, raised both her eyebrows, clearing her throat she said in her sweetest voice “Blake, please, will you help me bowl, for the rest of the game?” She cooed.

Blake stood frozen for a second, he hadn’t exactly expected her to comply. He liked the way his name fell from her lips, he liked hearing her accent say the words.

Getting slightly turned on, he took a step towards her, she turned her back, her dress, was creased at the back, he liked the way it was creased and imagined just for a second the green dress on floor to his bedroom, her on his bed, blindfolded, ankles and wrist tied, bringing him out of his stupor, she peered into his eyes.

“Are you okay?” She asked, a slight shake of his head, and a smile “Lets bowl, shall we?”

Taking his position behind her she had moved her hair and exposed her neck, he could smell her perfume, it sent his senses reeling, it was a gentle, dark scent. the porcelain skin on her neck looked so tempting to him. He just wanted to mark her skin, causing her skin to bruise under the sucking. He wanted to mark her, set his mark upon her make others aware she was his.

‘Seriously what’s wrong with me? What is this girl doing to me. I’ve never felt this way before.’

His breath on her neck made her shudder.

Somehow they managed to get through one game.

Jim was clearing up, “How’s it going Blake?” his beer belly rose up and down. “Yeah we’re okay. If this one wasn’t so slow.” Tilting his head in her direction.

“Yeah well at least I admit I’m bad. Let’s get you doing something I’m good at and I would crush you like a bug.” Laughing as she said it.

“Yeah right. There isn’t anything. I’m not good at.” Blake bragged jokingly

”Pool we will play pool. I will kick your ass.” Melissa said with a smile.

Before they knew it the second game was over, they were collecting their shoes, holding them in her hand, Blake took her other one and pulled her out towards the car.

When they got to the door, it had snowed. “Woah.” Blake said. Looking down at Melissa who was slowly attempting to put her shoes on her obviously painful feet.

All of a sudden the picked her up in a Princess carry. And walked through the settling snow, towards his car.

Unlocking the door and putting Melissa in the passenger seat. ‘I want to see her again. Next time I will take her to the amusement park.’

Climbing in the drivers seat “Where can I drop you?”

“My office. I need to pick up my things. I also left my house keys there.” Melissa said, Blake swallowed thickly “Can I see you again?” He asked it came out hoarsely.

”Sure. I’d like that.” Melissa responded, his heart did a little pitter patter.

“Next time, wear sneakers and jeans. I’m taking you to an amusement park.”

Having arrived at Melissa’s office, she slowly, unbuckles her belt. “Thank you, for an amazing night.” She leant across the gap and pressed a small chaste kiss to his cheek.

‘God what’s she doing to me.’ His face neutral “You were amazing company” Melissa shuts the door and turns towards the office where security was waiting for her. Driving away, Blake had to get home and quickly, he had an urgent need to take of. 

THE NEXT MORNING 

"What? They've only just sent it to us? Sorry Sam I know its not your fault, It just the International Business Awards is the biggest awards ceremony in the entire business industry. can you RSVP via email, please? I will be going so won't need a plus one, and I will have the fish. Thank you, Sam."

Melissa was annoyed she had always wanted to go to the IBA but had never been invited her father went and was often awarded Businessman of the Year and CEO of the year, her father was a fantastic boss and really cared about his employees often giving them 2 weeks off over Christmas.

She always aspired to be just like him, and often followed in his footsteps, but with her own hard work. She had always tried her best and started in the mailroom at her dad's company weekends. Ringing Sam she waited for the connect "Sam, can you take some messages I will be out of the office for three hours, please take any messages and can you please ring Vinnie, I don't know what time I will be back to go home when it's your finish time or when you've finished your work, whichever comes first"

Melissa was wearing a navy blue suit today, with a lavender shirt. slipping her navy wool coat on she tied the belt and hoped she looked a little like Audrey Hepburn, who to Melissa was a gorgeous woman. Walking to the front she could see Vinnie at the entrance, he got out and opened the door for Melissa, "Good Afternoon Vinnie, how are you?" Vinnie knew that Melissa didn't just say this she was genuinely interested. "Hows the cancer treatment going?" a little startled as he got into the driver's seat, "It's going well Miss Hartford" cutting him off she responded "Vinnie how many times have I told you? It Melissa, Miss Hartford makes me sound about 90 and a spinster." Looking at her through the rearview mirror "Ok so only one of them is true." replied Melissa with a giggle.

"Oh I meant to tell you, your secretary took a call from a Blake Millington, he wrote the number down on this card but left it in here. Here you go." Vinnie passed the card back, Melissa looked at Sam's even script. "We're going home Vinnie." starting the car he drove away. Pulling out her phone she saved his number into her personal mobile phone. Pulling up the messaging app she quickly types

Hi Blake, Its Melissa, This is my number. M x

Within a few seconds, the familiar BEEP BEEP came from her phone, looking at the screen and unlocking it

Melissa clicked on the message

From Blake, I thought you weren't interested in me. I'm glad you messaged. what are you up to right now?

To Blake I'm just on my way home, I have an awards ceremony tonight and I need to pick an outfit.

From Blake, I'd love to give you my opinion on your choices.

To Blake Maybe M x

As she sent the last message she had arrived at her apartment. Unlocking the front door with her key she entered the apartment.

The apartment was minimalist like the office, it was white and chrome furniture, Dropping her things on the couch she wandered into her bedroom, the neat four-poster was probably the only bit of colour within the apartment, her duvet was lilac and cream lilies, it matched her walls, she had a focus room, magnolia and dark purple.

Walking across the big room she opened the doors to her walk-in wardrobe, switching the light on she searched the cocktail dresses she had. Then she saw it. It had thin shoulder straps, it was scarlet, and had a slit up the left front side all the way to her hip. it had a scoop neck around her chest and had it fell to her feet, she had the perfect pair of pillar box red kitten heels, slipping into the shower she took extra care, getting out melissa got out her hairdryer, drying her hair and styling in ringlets she pinned half of them to her head in a gorgeous up-do, sitting at her vanity she spent a great deal of time doing a smoky look for the evening. When she was nearly ready she didn't put any underwear on but put on some stockings. Slipping her feet in her pointed kitten heels, she was finally ready to slip on the dress. Unzipping it she slid her way into it. Pulling it over her naked bust and hips.

When she had it on she pulled on the ribbon she had attached to the zip and pulled it up, bringing the two pieces of silky fabric together. Finally, she was ready, standing in front of her full-length mirror she took a selfie.

Pulling up the messaging app

To Blake: Heres the photo you asked for.

Putting the phone on her bed Melissa chose a red clutch bag, to put her phone and keys into when she heard the message app beep.

Grabbing the mock crocodile Scarlett clutch bag Melissa grabbed her phone

From Blake WOW

Melissa smiled at this response from Blake, putting her keys into her clutch and switching off the lights, she walked towards the front door, opened it, locked it and left for the IBA.

SOMEWHERE ACROSS TOWN "Hey, Brock you gonna be long dude? I want to use the bathroom."

Brock tutted loudly "You know i have this awards ceremony tonight." the 6 feet 5-inch guy stood in the shower, he looked like his twin buy had shorter hair, it fell to the top of his ears. Brock was excited for tonight, there would be some big names, in the IT industry. The one he wanted to meet the most was Shaun Hartford, he had done his homework, he knew he had 2 children a daughter and a son, he was originally from the UK. Brocks boss had been in his ear ever since their company got an invitation, "Don't forget to network with Shaun Hartford, here's everything I have in Shaun Hartford. Pressing one palm to the cold white and light green tiles he washed. Steeping out of the shower he wrapped the very large grey towel around his toned abs. Opening the door his brother rushed in, "Need a towel." grabbing the grey bath towel he rushed off to his bedroom.

Brock walked across the hallway, opening the door, his room was large, the large bed sat in the middle of the room with his dresser and wardrobe off to the left. His tux he had borrowed off Blake was hanging on the outside of the wardrobe door. Rubbing a hand towel through his dark hair, he suddenly needed a drink, the towel hung low on his hips. Walking to the kitchen Blake had left his phone out and he caught a quick glimpse of the picture on the phone. It wasn't a good look he saw a flash of colour that it. "f**k off. Don't be so nosey. I'm looking for orange juice." Locking his phone and putting it in his pocket Brock shrugged and grabbed a glass from the dishwasher, turning the tap on the filled the glass and drained it. With a small slam on the countertop, Brock put down the glass "I'm going to get ready." With that he walked off, Blake was left alone in the kitchen, the picture of Melissa had turned him on so much. it wasn't even pornographic, it was her fully dressed, getting his phone from his pocket he unlocked it, bringing up the picture of Melissa he hit "Print" and printed off her picture.

Grabbing the freshly printed picture off the printer he walked into his bedroom. The large king-sized bed was unmade. Placing the photo on the bed he heard his brother shout "Goodbye don't wait up." He was finally alone.

Shutting the blinds so the room was darkened he stripped out of his boxers, he had been constantly horny since his date, nothing seemed to satisfy this whatever it was. he tried to satisfy himself but it didn't work. He thought giving this a try would work.

Putting the photo of Melissa on the bed, he stared at it. Imagining every curve of her body, imagining what she looked like underneath that dress, the slit in the dress was far too high to wear panties, and there was no visible way she could wear a bra either, the scoop on the front was far too low.

Taking his large member in hand, slowly very slowly, he started to stroke, Blake was worried if he went to fast he wouldn’t enjoy it. He knew that men were the sort who enjoyed visual things as opposed to using their imagination.

He slowly let out a breath, trying to keep it even, he had to admit that Melissa was probably the most gorgeous woman he had ever been on a date with,

She had beautiful eyes, the shape of her jaw down to her long, porcelain neck, the way her hair was put up, he could quite easily see her in that dress, opening and closing his eyes, to keep the image in his head, god what was wrong with him, he had never been this way before, his breathing started to come out in little pants as he started to stroke himself faster and faster, he wondered if her medium-sized chest would bounce every time he thrust into her, that thought made him smile.

Faster and faster he got until he couldn’t stand the sensation anymore, he felt the tighten and released his seed. He didn’t mean to do it over Melissa’s picture but it just happened, it went all over. The thought of doing this over her body or even inside of her made him happy.

“Damn it.” Catching his breath he realised he was sort of satisfied, then the realisation dawned, he might never be satisfied if he doesn’t have her.