Alessandra needed to clear her head. Her life was the stuff that artists live for–her distress and agony fueled her work. But it was too much at this point. She needed a detox and decided she needed nature.
The wilderness.
When she met Oscar, there had been chemistry and they had both been into it not far into their association. He had mentioned Eliza, and it was clear that she had a substantial impact on him. Meeting Eliza seemed like it was going to be more of a thing than meeting his family would have been had she ever gotten to meet them.
Once Oscar told her he was polyamorous–but only with Eliza–she felt a little more comfortable because she had always been polyamorous not always ethically though. How she morphed from being with Oscar to wanting to be with Eliza she did not know, but seeing them together in the hospital stung.
Leon caught up to her presently in the woods. He had demanded he come to the woods with her because he knew she was heartbroken and he didn’t want her to be alone. She loved him, their history was storied as they had both been sluts together and separately but always loved each other. They had had sex solo before as well, but it was always part of something else.
He was heartbroken too because he had wanted to be with Sally, but she was not interested. He tried to lure her as a friend but much like Eliza, she was not drawn to him.
When he took her hand, Alessandra was happy and squeezed his hand.
“Thanks for coming with me,” she said and he grabbed her butt affectionately. But this time when he did, she felt something she never had before. Leon was very tall and lean, this time when she looked up at him and he smiled down at her she felt soft. She put her hand on his chest and he studied her carefully.
“Of course Alessa, I love you.”
Her hand traveled up his chest and he took her hand in his. They stood frozen for a moment before their lips joined and created a gentle heat between them. Now he grabbed her ass, but it was to caress it and touch the edge of her cheek just out of the edge of her micro shorts. Alessandra was breathless and panting as he pulled her up against him so she could feel every bit of his frame.
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~ Marie xox