Her Touch

Chapter 1

Gerald pov

“Jerry pick a girl. There are so many beautiful girls around here” my friend Chris says. We are at one of his clubs and take a sip of my whiskey. Usually, I will have to take a girl to the hotel right now and spend the night with her but after that night with the angel with the blue eyes. My little angel. Any other woman in my life never looked at me like that, never touched me like that.

They say that touch is especially important in human relationships, as with one touch you can express in seconds gratitude, happiness, fear, and anger. With a gentle pat on the back, we reassure our friends that everything will be fine. In the business world, a strong handshake seals every deal. Sometimes the touch comes in the form of a hug from your sister, a hug so strong that it makes you feel calm and warm. How important it is to rest another body with your palm or your fingertips.

How many aesthetic endings are aroused at the moment of contact and how different is the real contact accompanied by a smile from the cold messages and emoji that we use more and more nowadays

She didn't spend even half a smile on me, only an indifferent handshake. Her fingers were wrapped supposedly innocently, but so menacingly to my wrist. The lines of life on our palms intersected and I felt the veins swell under my skin. It was the first time I learned what her touch meant. What hypnotic her eyes are

My pulse beats just below and it is as if my life is in safe hands. The time she took my breath away was when she put her hand on the curve of my waist. The shiver that pierced my body and mind at every accidental touch of her, ideally even in every look, that inexplicable trembling, like the shiver every time you raise a fever and gnash your teeth. However, antipyretic here does not exist. As much as I tried to control what I felt I never got over it. I still long for her touch, her look, her velvety voice. How she trembled when I was buried deep inside her, how she screamed my name when I made her c****x. f**k, I'm hard every time I think of her

“Jerry” Chris yells and I look at him

“I'm not in the mood”

“You never are since you are back from London. That woman is driving you crazy man”

“I'm fine”

“No, you are not. Let me tell you something because never have seen you like that”

“Chris”

“Listen to me. You have told me everything about her and what you felt and I have been there and I still I am”

“It's not just the touch that sends you to the seventh heaven, dizzy and mad. It's the whole set. Touch, look, attraction, doom. Just the idea that you will see her, burned and waiting to get the dose of your drug, you go in and recover. Of course, when you are face to face, not only will you not be able to recover, but you will become more and more addicted.

Your desire pierces your limbs. Cerebral, not just physical. And only the thought of her touching you, looking at you from the other side, and winking at you with a sly and sensual look, makes you sweat. That woman makes you forget all the others. It has been two months”

“I don't know what else to do?”

“If I were you, I would go find her. For a start, I would go to the bar where you met her. Maybe she is regular” I look at him and he smiles at me. We are friends from babies, our mothers were friends too and we happened to get pregnant at the same time. Since babies, we have the best friends. He knows me and I know better than anyone. That's why I couldn't hide anything from him. He knew before I told him that something happened in London.

“You think...”

“This woman captures your mind, your body everything in you. Go find her and you see from there. I'm tired of seeing you horny all the time” he says and I laugh. I finished my drink and left. On the way out a lot of women tried to stop but anyone of them looked at me like her. No one is like her.

The days passed and, I still think of my little angel and how she responded to my touch and my words. Every time I whispered in her ears I felt her shiver, I was smiling every f*****g time. I have to focus on my sister’s wedding now and then I will go find her and live that moment again. I have two younger sisters Victoria and Alicia. Victoria works at my father's law firm and Alicia is a psychologist, I'm thirty-four years old, Alicia thirty, and Victoria twenty-eight. She getting married on Saturday so I can't leave now. But sure after the wedding, I have to go to London.

“Sir” I hear assistant Robert

“Yes Robert”

“Mr. Scott for the management department wants to see you”

“Let him in,” I say, and after a while, I see Mr. Scott

“Alan come in”

“Hello Gerald,” he says and he sits down

“I want to talk about my retirement. I think is time. I can help you with my replacement if you want”

“That will be great Alan. I need your opinion on this. I have already put an ad for the place. You can do the interviews”

“Of course Gerald I will let you know,” he says, and after some details, he leaves. I look at my watch

“s**t they wait for me,” I told Robert that he can leave also for the day and I go to the parking to take my car. In forty minutes I arrive at my parent's house outside the city. I enter and walk to the living room, I hear laughs and voices but as I get closer wait. I know that voice. No, it can't be, my angel. I walk closer and closer and I'm more sure it's her. I reach the living room and there she is. Her brown long hair was tied in a ponytail, I remember how I was holding that ponytail when I f****d her from behind and she was shaking when she c****x. She senses my presence because she turns her head and the same blue eyes that make me lose myself are here looking at me. She looked suprised but then she bit her lips. Oh baby you remember how I bit them that night?

“Jerry you finally came. Isabella came faster than you from London” my mother said and they all laughed. Expect her, she is still suprised

“Jerry, this is Isabella my college friend that she lives in London. I told you about her” Victoria says and I walk closer to her. I can't believe I have her here, what coincidence my gorgeous and delicious angel is here

“Bella this is my brother Gerald but we call him Jerry” She stands up and gives me her hand.

“Nice to meet you.” f**k I miss her voice

“Nice to meet you, Isabella”

“Call me Bella” Oh I will. f**k her touch still sends goosebumps down all my body

“Now let's go eat. Bella, you need to

rest from the trip. I need you tomorrow for my last shopping” Victoria says and she takes her away from me

“Everything ok son?”

“Yes, Dad. A lot of work. We have new clients” my mom looking at me

“Sorry I am late Mother,” I say and I kiss her hand

“You are always busy,” she says

“Come on. The girl had a big trip. Don't keep her waiting “ my dad says and we go to the dining room. God, how I will stop myself from attacking her?