ALEC & SUSAN

Electric Intimacy, Shattered Silence

After dinner, we took the leisurely seven-minute walk to Time Square, the air buzzing with the city's electric energy. As Alec—my boyfriend—took my hand in his, a wave of emotions washed over me, causing my heart to flutter and leaving a permanent grin on my face. Time Square was a symphony of dazzling, non-stop digital advertisements and blinding neon. Massive crowds pulsed around us, mingling with street performers and theatergoers. Amidst the 24-hour retail chaos, we caught the mesmerizing 'Midnight Moment' digital art display on the screens at 11:57 PM.

Born and raised in the country, I'd always been a simple girl, but nothing in my life had prepared me for this spectacular chaos. I walked with my head tilted back, eyes glued to the towering skyline, oblivious to the crowd jostling against my shoulders. Everything was vibrant, loud and entirely new.

Sharing it all with Alec made the air feel electric. A sudden wave of pure, dizzying happiness surged through me, so intense I didn't know where to put it. I just stopped. When Alec turned, his expression a mix of concern and wonder, the words caught in my throat. Instead of speaking, I pulled him towards me and pressed my lips to his with a sudden, desperate hunger. He met my fire with his own, and for a moment, the city noise faded into a blur. We stayed like that for what felt like forever, and when I finally pulled away, I was gasping for air.

"What was that for?" Alec asked, his voice breathless and his searching mine.

I could only beam at him. "You just make me so happy."

By the time I finally made it back to Alec's apartment, my feet were throbbing, a welcome excuse to spend the weekend safely tucked away with him. It was a needed escape, especially now that John had practically moved in with Katie. We had a spare bedroom, and we were going to be alone. After a hot shower, I found Alec sitting on the edge of the bed. He still wanted me to sleep in his room. His shoulders slumped under a heavy, invisible weight. I slid in next to him, placing my hand over his, sensing the anxiety radiating off him.

"What's wrong, Alec?"

He finally looked up, his eyes searching mine with raw vulnerability.

"Can I ask you something? And please.....please don't get upset."

"I promise, I won't," I said softly.

He hesitated, then whispered, "Can I just.....can I cuddle with you tonight? I just want to fall asleep in your arms and wake up next to you."

Shock rooted me to the spot, my eyes widening at his request. I had never shared a bed with a man before, and a lump formed in my throat, my heart thumping widely against my ribs. Seeing him look so dejected, I offered a small, hesitant smile,

"Just cuddling and sleeping, right?

"Maybe some kissing if that's okay, but nothing else—you have my word. Alec said.

Alec's face brightened, and I nodded. We hopped into bed, where he immediately pulled me against him, instructing me to lay my head on his chest. His arm wrapped around me like a shield, and he let out a deep, contented breath. It felt incredibly intimate, both thrilling and safe.

"Alec, can I tell you something?" I whispered.

"Sure."

"I have never shared a bed with a man before."

His embrace tightened, and he kissed the top of my head. "And I," he murmured, "am the only one you will ever share a bed with."

I looked up, and before I could breathe, he captured my mouth, sealing our lips in the most consuming kiss we'd ever shared. Instantly, a bolt of electricity shot through me, settling between my legs into a deep, throbbing ache I couldn't understand. What is happening? My head swam—a dizzy mix of butterflies and sudden, overwhelming heat. It felt like I was vibrating, an intense, wet sensation that made me panic. Did I....did I just pee? Oh god, the embarrassment. How was I supposed to leave this bed? How was I going to explain this wetness on his sheets?

I pulled away quickly, the air suddenly freezing against my skin,

'I'm sorry," I blurted out, refusing to meet his gaze as I curled into myself.

"Are you okay?" Alec inquired, his voice dropping an octave, filled with concern.

"I... I don't know," I whispered, trembling.

"Talk to me. You can tell me anything," he insisted softly.

"It's too embarrassing," I choked out, a tear finally escaping and trailing down my cheek.

"It's just you and me here," he assured, sitting up and pulling me into his lap. "Come on. Tell me."

I hid my face in his chest, mortified. "I...I think I peed on your bed while we were kissing." I couldn't hold back the tears anymore; the sheer emotional weight of the embarrassment was overwhelming.

He didn't laugh. Instead, he rubbed my back, waiting until I looked at you before wiping my tears and kissing my cheeks and nose.

"That's not pee," he said gently, with a tender smile.

I stared at him, bewildered. "What? It...It's not?

"No," he chuckled softly. "That's just what happens when you get turned on."

I frowned, confused. "What?"

"You remember when I had the bulge in my pants when I was kissing you? I shook my head, my face burning.

"Well, when a girl gets really aroused, they get wet down there. It means I was making you feel good."

"Does this often happen?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yes it does," Alec murmured, covering my hand with hers.

"You must think I am so dumb for not knowing this," she murmured, looking down.

'I don't think that at all, and don't call yourself dumb," putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm happy to teach you." He smiled gently, holding my gaze. "We have plenty of time to explore this together, and I'll be here every step of the way."

I drifted off to the best sleep I'd ever had with my head resting on Alec's chest. The next day, Saturday, we spent a few hours at Jones Beach before taking the bus back to his apartment. After showering, I decided to surprise him by making authentic Trinidadian curry chicken and rice. As I worked in the kitchen, a sudden need to know more about him hit me.

"Hey, Alec, how many girlfriends have you actually had?" I asked, looking over my shoulder.

"Only one. You," he answered. My mouth dropped open.

"I never wanted a girlfriend or a relationship until I met you," he added softly. "I care so much for you."

He walked over, standing behind me to wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. Dropping my spoon, I turned and kissed him hungrily, overwhelmed by his honesty.

With a swift motion, he lifted me, my legs instinctively locking around his waist before I was plunged onto the cool kitchen island. I didn't care about the cold, not with his lips crushing mine. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, anchoring to him as a white-hot sensation coiled in my core. Alec's hands were everywhere—one cradling my head, the other mapping my waist before moving upwards, his thumb grazing my breast. A soft gasp escaped me, a silent plea for more. Through my clothes, I could feel the hard, thick ridge of his desire pressed against my center, making my breath hitch.

His hands were for, kneading my breast, sending an electrifying heat straight to my core. He tailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, and I shifted to the left, breathless, giving him better access. Before I knew it, my shirt was gone, leaving me exposed in my bra. He kissed the fabric-covered peak, causing me to throw my head back, my fingers tangling in his hair. When he finally brushed the bra away and his mouth directly touched my skin, a moan tore from my lips. It was a shattering pleasure, a mix of goosebumps and shockwaves that left me gasping. The air between us wasn't just hot; it was suffocating.

A knock at the door destroyed the moment. I sat up, heart hammering, and looked at Alec. He was still breathing hard, his chest heaving, his eyes—that almost -black blue—locked on the door with a terrifying intensity. I didn't say a word, just grabbed my clothes and bolted into the bedroom, pulling myself together with shaking hands.

When I finally walked out, a gorgeous blonde girl was already inside. Her gaze met mine, and she immediately dismissed me.

"Oh, I didn't realize your maid was here," she said, casually, hooking her arm through Alec's and kissing his cheek.

I stood there, expecting him to correct her. He didn't. Did she just call me the maid? I whispered, my anger turning into cold, hard stone in my stomach. Unbelievable. Without a word, I packed my bags, slinging them over my shoulder, and walked out, leaving the silence behind me.