Bittersweet Revenge (3 page)

        Alison felt Rick’s hips start a rhythmic thrust as his fingers became entwined in her hair. With each thrust she sucked harder on his engorged cock. She heard his breathing getting harder and knew that he was getting close. She pulled away, stood, and hungrily kissed his mouth, sucking his tongue into her mouth and giving it the same treatment she had just given his cock. 

        She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he stepped out of his pants. When she felt he had enough time to regain control she began to work her way down his chest, leaving a trail of kisses back to his cock. She licked and teased the head until he grabbed her hair and drove his shaft deep into her mouth.

        Alison sucked him in deeply, pulling him all the way to the back of her throat. His hands found her head again and he held it tightly as he rocked his hips forward and backward, sliding deeper into her mouth with each thrust. 

        Once again, she pulled away and he pulled her face to his and kissed her hungrily. It was a kiss so deep and passionate that it took her breath away, leaving her weak kneed and starving for more.

        Alison dropped to her knees one more time and sucked him in deeply. His hips rocked forward and, feeling him pressed against the back of her throat, swallowed a few times, pulling his engorged cock deeper. She heard him gasp at the sensation.

        “I want to be inside of you,” he whispered. “I want to fill you with my juice.” He pulled her up to him and kissed her deeply as he grabbed her ass to lift her off the floor, and then lowering her down over his waiting cock. She felt him inside her and was surprised that this sensation alone was enough to get her off. 

She felt the orgasm coming quickly and she used her legs to buck against him as she had an orgasm that made her lightheaded and caused her eyes to roll back in her head. He exploded inside her, filling her up. The excess flowed out of her and trickled down the inside of his leg.

        After a few minutes he set her on the desk and backed away. His eyes appraised her there: her open blouse back on her shoulders, her firm breasts with still-hard nipples, sexy legs still raised and on the desk, her glistening mound wet with the combination of their juices. Alison made no effort to conceal anything. She wanted this man to want her, to lust after her.

        Rick’s eyes reflected the wonder of a man that had just experienced unbelievable joy, and wondered when he is going to wake up.

        He reached out to touch her cheek. “I’ve n-never…” he stammered.

Alison took him by the hand, grabbing their clothes as she led him toward her bedroom. They collapsed on the bed, throwing aside the rest of their clothes and blankets scattered to the floor. It was reckless abandon. They made love and slept, awakening at one point to shower together, then back to bed. Exhausted, they finally slept and were shocked to see the clock on Saturday at 12 noon. 

Chapter Four

Rick and Alison spent the weekend in bed, making love, eating take out pizza and Chinese food, reading the Sunday paper. Then it was time for them to part so that Rick could go back to his hotel for Sunday night to sleep, get clean clothes, and prepare for the next day in Court. Alison had a lighter schedule, but nonetheless, had to focus on life without Rick for the next few days. 

After he was gone, in spite of showering and laundering the bedding, his smell was everywhere and she filled her nostrils and her heart with all of him. There was no doubt in her mind that this was more than a fling for both of them. He had kissed her goodbye and said that he loved her. Although she hadn’t been able to bring herself to say it, she felt it, knew that she was in love with him. 

And now life would be very different.

Over the next couple of weeks, they settled into a routine more like that of a married couple than two singles that had only recently joined forces. His trial was going along rather smoothly and he didn’t have to put in much time once court was finished for the day. He connected with Alison by 7:00 p.m. each evening. Occasionally he called and went by her office to get her for a quick lunch date, sometimes from the hot dog vendor on the corner; other times, Japanese fast food in the next block. He invited her to court a couple of times so that she could see the trial, which she enjoyed.

He was masterful in the courtroom, an orator of the first order, with a calming presence that was appreciated by the jurors. She watched them watch him and it was very enlightening. 

Some nights they stayed in his hotel room, mostly because he had materials to review and didn’t want to drag his computer to her house, which was fine with her. As often as possible, they spent the night at her house, which they both enjoyed. Alison was struck by how virile he was, that no matter how busy he’d been or how tired he was from court that day, it didn’t keep him from wanting to make love with her. 

As the month of December moved by more quickly, approaching Christmas, Rick talked about the trial coming to an end and mentioned to Alison that he was taking his children to visit his parents for the Christmas week. There was no invitation expressed to her, but she really didn’t expect one. Some how she believed the time would work for them and then they could talk about how to move forward. 

Suddenly it was December 23rd and Rick was checking out of the hotel, the trial over, his victory very sweet on many levels – financially, emotionally, and certainly for his career. The local papers were full of the recount of the trial and the decision in favor of the plaintiff, his client, writers noting his masterful handling of the trial and witnesses. The Boston papers were also filled with accolades for Rick, and lost in that was that he had been the trial lawyer with a San Francisco partner. 

He and Alison had agreed that he would spend his last night at her place. She wanted to make a very nice dinner and enjoy the tranquility, knowing that early the next morning he would be on his way back to Boston. She was already dreading his departure, but it was inevitable. She’d bought him a gift and hoped he would not feel put upon as she expected nothing from him.

But he surprised her with beautiful diamond earrings, small, an artistic shape “a” that were very unusual. She knew he had put a lot of effort into that gift, so it made her feel good that she had bought him something, too. It was a pen set in cobalt blue with his initials engraved in gold, lovelier than anything she’d ever seen. He was deeply touched and surprised. 

They enjoyed the wonderful dinner Alison prepared and made love most of the night, sleeping only intermittently. And then he was at the door ready to leave.

“I love you. I will miss you terribly. As soon as the holiday week is over, we’ll talk about how to cut out these 3000 miles between us, okay?”

“Yes, okay. Enjoy your time with your family. They are important. I love you, too, and I will miss you terribly.” 

Alison reached up for one last hug, to smell his smell again, wishing she could bottle it.

He waived goodbye from the taxi and then he was gone. But Alison felt no self pity, knew that she would enjoy the rest of the season and look forward to what they would plan after the New Year. Somehow, in the back of her mind, she even thought that perhaps she would wind up moving to Boston, a city she loved almost as much as San Francisco.

Chapter Five

The first thing Alison had to do after getting her house in order again both literally and figuratively was to connect with her friends, all of whom she’d neglected badly for a month, especially Brenda.

Shortly after she arrived at her office the next morning, only to give her staff their Christmas gifts, a package was delivered from Saks Fifth Avenue. Alison knew it was from Rick and decided to open it at home rather than in the office. This was time to be with her staff as everyone would be scattering for over a week to spend their holiday time with whomever. 

Human Resources came by and passed out bonus checks to those who would receive them, primarily salaried employees. Some people exchanged gifts and Alison received her fair share of little boxes and envelopes. She had long ago established her own tradition of gift cards to movies for some, restaurants for others, theatrical or musical performances for a few she was very close to. They all had coffee together and then it was time to leave with lots of hugs and wishes for the holidays to be happy for everyone.

She straightened up her office a bit, looked at her calendar and made some notes, but wasn’t in the mood to spend any more time here than necessary. Her gifts filled two large tote bags and she phoned for a taxi rather than try to chase one down on the Square.

Within a short time, Alison was home and began opening her gifts, saving the delivery from Saks for last. Once again, those who cared about her at work were more than generous with gift cards for a massage, manicure and pedicure, a couple of scarves, lovely pins to wear on jacket lapels, several CDs, foot warmers as everyone knew she always complained of her feet being cold in the office. There was fun stationery and a great puzzle of San Francisco of old.

And then the gift wrap came off the box from Saks and she looked at the largest bottle of Angel perfume she’d ever seen. Huge. She had no idea they even made one that size. It would last long beyond her lifetime, she was sure. At that moment, she knew she would miss him more than she’d been willing to admit.

Knowing he would still be out of phone range and in flight, she called his cell phone and left a message.

“The perfume is over the top and I hope I live long enough to use every ounce in that bottle. The clerk must have loved you … as do I. Thank you so much. Wonderful surprise. I miss you terribly already. Please let me know you are home safe, okay? Bye.”

The television news told her that the weather in Boston was horrible, already several inches of snow, sleet, ice, and in general, pretty yucky. There were flights already backing up leaving Boston and New York, but those heading into Boston seemed to be okay. He was a veteran flyer and she was not really concerned.

Several hours later, she saw the text message on her cell phone.

Hi, swthrt, home, snow lik crzy, cold, miss you, by 4 now. R.

Then she could sleep. It was Christmas Eve and she didn’t mind being alone and watching festivities on television, but she finally gave into the tiredness and crawled into bed. His smell was everywhere. She would just have to live on memories for a few days as she really didn’t expect to hear from him until after Christmas since he would be with his children and parents in Vermont. 

It rained all Christmas Day and Alison snuggled up to watch a couple of old movies on DVDs, ate leftovers from some of their meals during the week, finished opened wine, took a nap, and thoroughly enjoyed being alone for awhile. She had not been prepared for the hectic weeks since meeting Rick just after Thanksgiving. But as John Lennon said, “Life is what happens on the way to making plans.”  When you’re not looking, there it is; romance.

After a couple of days at home, Alison dressed for the nasty weather and ventured downtown, not for after holiday sales, but to enjoy the festivities around so many of the stores, particularly around Union Square. She loved the carolers who braved the bad weather and sang their hearts out, enjoyed stopping in a coffee shop for a latte while watching people still in a festive mood. Everyone was loaded down with shopping bags and excitedly planning their next stop after getting warm at Starbucks. She ran into a couple of friends along the way, all wishing each other happy holidays, then she headed for Macy’s and the gourmet food department, one of her favorite places. 

There were samples galore, everything from fruit cake to puff crèmes and assorted tiny cups filled with various foods to taste. As always, Alison purchased a few things to take home for her pantry, knowing some of the items might disappear during the holidays. 

Something reminded Alison that she had not opened her envelope that held her bonus from the law firm. How could she forget that? She opened her purse and there was the envelope, but she decided to postpone the event for later, perhaps afraid she would be disappointed standing right here in the middle of the gourmet section of Macy’s. 

She had too many things to carry and went for a taxi rather than trying to take a cable car home. Within a short time, she was settled in to her warm apartment, glad she had turned the heat up as it was snuggly inside.

There were no messages from Rick or anyone else. A moment of sadness flashed her heart, but she dismissed it quickly. After all, he’d told her that she wouldn’t hear from him for a few days over Christmas. And she was not going to intrude in his life with his family, not now. It was too soon. 

Alison and Brenda had brunch together the next morning, catching up on events since Thanksgiving.

“Ali, you look so in love that I could scream. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You look radiant, gorgeous, not that you didn’t before, but now? Wow? Have you heard from him? When will you see him again?” 

“Okay, Bren, one question at a time. I don’t know when I will see him. He took his children to Vermont to meet his parents and sister and her family for the Christmas holiday through New Year’s. He sent a text message when he arrived safely back in Boston. And Saks delivered his gift of this.” 

She showed Brenda the brochure for the bottle of Angel perfume Rick had sent her. Both swooned over it. 

“It’s been a very intense month for both of us. We never expected to be US, okay. He had a trial, and even though it went very smoothly and he didn’t have to burn the midnight oil, it was stressful and demanding. And then we fell in love and it was not stressful but was very demanding. The man is a perpetual motion machine, sexual like you wouldn’t believe, and neither of us got much sleep. We stayed in his hotel room and at my place, had dinner out and ordered in, spent weekends in bed and doing things fun in the City. We had a wonderful month of December and then, poof, he was gone. Our time together was probably the equal of a couple starting to date and six months later spending every minute together.” Alison took a deep breath.