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Alessa’s Story II

Sunset was when Alessa felt most alive. What was hidden in the dark always came to the light but until then it was hidden. Alessa had been told she was headstrong and difficult but her mother had believed that she had what it took inside of her to be something or nothing.

She was something.

Getting out of bed and looking down at Eliza, Alessa felt like her heart was swelling with emotion. She had waited so long to be with her and now they were together. 

She loved her so much.

Alessa walked over to her dresser.

The one she kept locked.

On her knees, naked, she opened the tiny gold box that was in the bottom drawer. The picture of her mother against the black velvet inside always made her cry and her origin story was even worse.

Her real origin story, but she did not want anyone to feel sorry for her. The important part was she was an artist. That was her blood. 

Alessa closed the box, and sat back on her heels. She locked the drawer and placed the fancy key under the dresser where she kept it in plain sight. 

Alessa stood up and wrapped her arms about her. Eliza was looking at her. She wondered how long she had been looking at her? Did she see the gold box? Maybe she would have to move it to the other dresser. That was something she risked any time she opened that drawer while someone was sleeping over.

Leon knew the entire story, He knew everything, only because he saw her with the box and she had not been in the mood to make up another origin story.

“Come back to bed,” Eliza said and she did. Her mind raced faster than the speed of light, in time with her heart.



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Alessa’s Story I

Alessandra left home at a young age. There was no abuse, but she was too headstrong for home life. Parents telling her what to do. She hitchhiked which she knew was crazy, but she did it thinking she would only get in a decent car.

As if that made a difference. But for her, it did make a difference. The first expensive car she saw, she got in. The driver was hot. A young arrogant artist, who asked her if she wanted to go to Italy with him.

She did.

Their relationship was insane.

“But it was his sister Xtina that I was in love with. She was beautiful and also an artist. I slept with them both for a long time, but then my art got serious and I moved on.”

Eliza stared at Alessa like she had never met her before. Alessa had told her a lot about her life before. About the Botticelli’s Venus-like start of her career. But the before–her parents, who were both dead, she never really talked about.

“I was adopted,” Alessa told Eliza when she asked her. “Not officially. It was my mother’s sister who had me and then she disappeared. My mother always said I was headstrong like her sister. Said I was going to either be something amazing or absolutely nothing.”

Eliza wrapped her arms around Alessa, she looked beautiful but troubled. Maybe that was always the look that she had? No one ever felt like they could have a handle on her.

Alessa looked at her with a soft smile,

“Any more stories I can tell you to put you to sleep?” 

Eliza pressed her body to Alessa’s under the sheets.

“There is nothing boring about you my love.”

Alessa kissed her. The kiss was nothing about sex or lovemaking. It was a thank you. Eliza had been friends with Alessa for a long time, but being lovers deepened their relationship and she felt like they had their own language.

 

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Spring Bouquet

Eliza looked at the fresh cut flowers on the table. Alessa and Oscar had gotten her flowers. What an amazing night it had been! She left Alessa’s with Oscar, holding her bouquet of roses. She held hands with him all the way and kept checking in with him to see how he felt. 

This was the second time that she asked him to be in a threesome with her. When she met him at the hotel bar, he had seemed so much more demanding. So much more like sometone who would never concede to not one, but two threesomes.

But their relationship had changed so that they wanted what the other wanted—which was usually him wanting what she wanted.

“What is your wildest fantasy that you want me to fulfill with you? I want to do something that you never told me or have told me and blow your mind!” She turned to him suddenly.

He squeezed her hand and laughed.

“Last night blew my mind and you asked for me! It is like you know everything I want.”

“Do I?”

They stopped to kiss.

“I really love you,” he said and the sound of her flowers crushing as he hugged her close and feeling how he felt about her hard aroused her.

They got in the car home, and chose not to get their usual driver but to get a car from another car service. They were not hiding anything, but it was nice to do something wild and not do it in front of people they would see again.

Like getting into that car, putting her bouquet on the seat where she would have sat next to him and instead sitting on Oscar’s lap. He hissed as she did and kissed her back. They used the one-way window in the back, as Oscar adjusted her on his lap. 

There was not a need for full-blown sex but they definitely dry humped, his hands all over her body. Eliza touched whatever she could of him from her seated perch on his lap.

She picked up her bouquet after. They got out of the car neat and secretly satisifed.

Looking at the flowers neatly on the table now made her smile a sweet secret smile.

 

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Interpretation of a Dream

Oscar lie in bed after his threesome with Eliza and Alessa. Eliza was pressed up against him and he kissed her temple. Alessa was lying in disarray—she had always been wild to sleep with whether it was just sex or literally just sleeping with her.
But Eliza slept like an angel against him and he thought about the first time he saw her in that hotel bar. She was so beautiful but she looked ripe for the picking. Like she wanted something more than what she had, even though with her beauty and composure you would assume she had everything she wanted.
But that night she wanted him, and there had not been a point since then that they were not somehow entangled. So much so that he now lived with her and Rafe, the three of them often sharing a bed.
Now he had had sex with her and Alessa, watched them make love because he believed that Eliza loved Alessa and that Alessa loved Eliza so it was not just sex.
But lying in bed with Eliza, he knew he was deeply in love with her. Had possibly had a child with her but accepted that he would have a precious role in Bibi’s life but not be her father.
And Eliza would never be his wife but they were as close to it as they could be and he wanted what he had with her forever.
Her eyes opened suddenly as if she had been pretending to be asleep. She looked at him soberly, and he looked at her gorgeous body which he and Alessa had enjoyed. Eliza crawled over him and kissed him with no less if not more passion than she had kissed Alessa. He was hungry for her as she covered him. This was his interpretation of a dream come true.
With Eliza.

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Proposition Fulfilled

Oscar sat on the couch, his tie loosened and belt undone. This time he had watched Eliza and Alessa work up to what was before his eyes. He took a sip of his scotch and placed his hand on his crotch.

Watching two women who he had been so close with making love, learning each other’s bodies like he knew their bodies already was so intimate and arousing. 

Eliza told him she had never been with a woman before, but the way she was kissing, caressing, and licking Alessa made her look like she had only ever been with women. Alessa played with her own breasts while Eliza’s face was buried between her legs and she looked at Oscar.

It was evident that he wanted to take her up on her proposition—being here was the evidence of that.

He had told Rafe with Eliza what the three of them had planned to do. Rafe’s response was sober.

“Eliza and I are constantly expanding our relationship, I want her to feel as fulfilled as a woman as she can.”

Eliza squeezed Rafe’s hand. Oscar studied Rafe further. His potential affair with Kelly had been a disaster, and Oscar noted something seemed changed about him. Eliza saw it too, he could tell from her eyes when she looked at Rafe. But Rafe was not saying anything and neither of them was going to push him. 

Instead, Oscar had been pushed if he wanted to use that word into a threesome with Eliza and Alessa. Eliza crawled over to and seeing her on her knees before him was more than he could bear. She moved his hand from his crotch and unzipped him. He whistled a sigh, as she proceeded to lick him the same way that she had licked Alessa without ever looking away from him. Seeing himself in her mouth and watching her lick him the way she did made him grip the sofa. When Alessa walked over to them, he knew he had made the right decision.

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Recipe for Danger or Fun

Oscar stared at Alessandra. She was beautiful and her willful nature made her even more attractive and infuriating at the same time. But he knew they were trying to be civil post the blowup they had at Eliza and Rafe’s.

What could he expect from her? When they had been together, Eliza had been an issue with him—when would she not be an issue with him? And now Alessa was in love with her, too. He could see her in loveness when he looked at her.

“You know, I thought she was in love with you. Rafe and I talked about it and it seemed like there was more than she was telling us. She was so upset and when you got involved with that girl.” Oscar said nonchalantly.

“Rebekkah? That could not last because she knew I was in love with someone else. I feel badly about the way I treated her. But I was always in love with Eliza.”

“I did not treat you like that,” Oscar said softly, and Alessa nodded silently.

He hoped she did not feel like that. That was why they went out together.

“Oscar, I don’t know if you would want to. I know you, Eliza and Rafe have something going, but I think Eliza and I would love something with you. The three of us.”

Oscar stared at her and much like Alessa even with the most outlandish proposition, she did not bat an eyelash. She smiled at him.

“We have all been with each other, so there is nothing special about it. I mean, we have all been together as it is don’t you think?”

Oscar just kept staring at her.

“I mean, are you going to tell me you were not excited when you saw the two of us together making love?” Alessa chided salaciously.

He did like the visual…How could he not? Two beautiful women who he loved together and giving each other pleasure?

“Alessa, work on your own relationship with her first before adding someone else?”

Alessa smiled, and he knew she was determined to have her way, and most likely she would have it.

He took a sip of wine and looked her into her eyes, knowing it was either a recipe for danger or fun.

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RETRO: THE FOREST

We have been very invested in Alessandra and Eliza–but first there was Alessandra and Oscar…

 

THE FOREST

“So you are totally still in love with Eliza,” Alessandra smiled as she pulled off her blouse, and looked at Oscar. She picked up her phone, and took a picture of herself. She studied him as she played with the effects on Snapchat for her image. She was careful with her social media. Topless nudes and other ephemera for Snapchat. Pouty painted lips, art hers and other artists and playful commentary for her Instagram.

He looked at her, and as soon as he opened his mouth to speak she covered his lips with her fingers. She did not want to hear what he had to say, her question was rhetorical. What she wanted was his lips against hers. As she squeezed his lips, she drew closer to him and pressed her lips to his. His lips were warm and moved between her fingers. She moved her fingers away, and he kissed so she almost forgot her rhetorical question.

But not completely. 

But his kiss made her forget a lot, made her forget to ask more questions, made her forget the things that she wanted to forget why she was with him in the first place. They pulled apart for a moment to look at each other, and were drawn back into each other in the next moment like breath.

But even in his kiss, even in his arms, Alessandra was lost. His tongue in her mouth, her tongue in his was running through the forest without any idea where she was going but knowing she needed to run.

Panting and breathless like she was indeed running, she held onto him like the trunk of a redwood to steady herself.

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Back in My Day…RETRO

I pulled up an oldie from the Eliza posts—from back in her day!!! I have been writing this story for almost 8 years! I love Eliza and all of the other characters who have bloomed from this tale. So thankful to Marie for hosting this and alllowing me to give these characters life.❤️

 

When Eliza was younger, she used to spend holidays with her parents in their holiday home. House No. 9 was sold as a luxury accommodation, but ended up being the simple quarters for the help. Her parents did not mind though, and they made it homey if not luxurious in their own way. Floors to ceiling covered with books to begin with, and in every nook and cranny of the house.
It was easy for Fiona to stay there, lost in novels. But when she met Rafe whose parents owned a house further away, she would often sneak out barefoot to meet him. She was in college then, and her parents were very liberal about sex, but she still did not want them to know that she was out all night.
Tomorrow was her flight back to New York which, Fiona had not been at all upset about when she told her. Eliza was sad because she knew she was part of the reason why Fiona did not want to come back to New York.
However at this moment, she was not concerned as much as she would be when she was back in New York. She crept out like she did from house No. 9, but this time she was seeking Oscar.
Lust kept her awake. She had not eaten and barely slept since the reception, unable to focus on anything but having Oscar skin to skin, mouth to mouth…inside her…She was in the lobby of the building before she even remembered to put on her shoes. All she had thrown on was a trench coat and nothing else.
Shanghai was gorgeous at night, she thought in the taxi her body heavy with erotic anticipation against the backseat. Whenever she thought of the city, she would think of Oscar. The same as with Paris. She would always connect them with him. Right then she especially thought of him, as she felt the silkiness of her thighs brush her engorged labia. She did not want to put her hands there, because nothing would feel like Oscar there. Her body though rebelled against her resistance.
Oscar waited for her in the lobby of his hotel, which made her smile. It was some ungodly hour of the morning, when he took her hand she felt contractions between her legs. She had never had this kind of desire for a man before, and it was something that she could barely handle.
In the elevator, his hands were in her hair and her lips were pressed to his chest. He was barely touching her, and she was half ready to come.
When they walked into his apartment, she took off her coat immediately, but did not make a move toward him. She did not want to rush into anything, but she wanted him to know that she was ready for anything, at any time. That she was at his disposal even though her desire was at the brim.
Oscar put his arm around her, and she buried her face in the crispness of his shirt. He stroked his fingers over the side of her face, and she leaned into him even more. Their silence was heavy. All she thought about was she was returning to New York and leaving him an insane amount of miles away.
“Your flight is tomorrow,” he stated softly and she nodded into his chest.
She did not want to ask any questions because they would all lead to answers she knew already.
They stood like that for awhile before her fingers slipped into the opening between the buttons of his shirt. His lips touched her temple with tenderness. The throbbing between her legs murmured deeper and deeper desire, but she had no intention of rushing.
Every gesture that followed was like a ballet. Kisses like a soft moment when the music slows between partners. Her delicate movement around him almost as a secret, his hands and mouth supporting every gesture. Finally, he lifted her and she threw her head back, their game of seduction over.
The end of their performance found them curled on his sheets, bare, pensive.
It killed her not to know when they would be together like this again, but she did not react now. More quiet declarations of love were made when they faced each other, but she could not bear the words spoken now. Spoken now to be left hanging in New York.
When she was on the airplane, her heart raced on its taxi as they lifted, before she fell back in her seat.
Fiona beside her.
“You know it was really awful of me to want you to tell everyone I was not coming back. It is even more awful of me to want to not see your wedding. You are Rafe’s and my sister.” Fiona squeezed Eliza’s hand, and Eliza bit her trembling lip. Fortunately, no tears came to her eyes. She understood very well now why Fiona had been so blasé, as she pressed her head to the cool window of the airplane and resigned to her fate.

 

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Photo Album

Bibi loved to look at pictures from her photo album with Eliza. She was older now and would just ask Eliza to look at the book together. There were recent pictures of her, Rafe, and Oscar with Bibi.

But unexpectedly, a picture slipped from its laminated slip. It was her, Alessa and Bibi.

“Auntie Alessa,”  Bibi loved Alessa as much as she loved her actual Aunt Jeanne. From the first time they went to her house abroad, Alessa had always treated Bibi special.

Eliza stared at the picture of Alessa a little longer than she should have. She had always known Alessa was beautiful, but now that they had made love, she knew how much deeper it was.

The first time was with Leon, and Oscar had caught them in their apartment. But Eliza went to Alessa’s studio when Leon was not there and they had made love immediately.

Alessa looked at her with soft-focus eyes, while Eliza stroked her beautiful body. She had resisted for so long what she felt about her friend because she was anxious what it would say about her. She had never felt that way about a woman before, but Rafe was right. Her friendship with Alessa had always been something different.

“Mommy?”

“Yes baby,” she said, playing with her daughter’s hair.

“I love our family.”

She held her little girl so close.

“We all love you,” she said, closing the photo album.

Bibi placed her head on her lap, and Eliza settled her daughter’s head there.

She saw Alessa’s name on her phone, and her heart raced like it had never done before. Seeing her friend turned lover’s name made her heart race.

Eliza wondered if she was falling in love with her, or if she had been in love with her all of this time? She opened up the photo album again, and her heart raced all the more when she saw a photo of Alessa.

Her Alessa.

 

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Date Night

Rafe pulled out the chair for Eliza, he had made reservations at the fanciest restaurant that they liked to go to together. He wanted to apologize for the night before, and talk to her about what had happened since last night.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, he did not look, because it might be Kelly and he did not want to start anything before they even got drinks.

There was a limited edition champagne in a bottle so chic, that imbibers got to take it home after. He looked at his wife, who positively glowed and wondered if her time with Alessandra and Leon had been better than her time with him and Oscar.

Eliza had never been with a woman before but he was not surprised her first was Alessandra. He had thought their falling out was because of something more than friendship but Eliza had told him for months it was not. He wondered how she felt now that it was so obvious that it had been more.

“So I wanted to take you out to see how you were feeling,” he said and Eliza looked at him with curious eyes. “I know you left with Alessa and Leon.”

Eliza nodded, Rafe studied her.

“It was a good night, how are you feeling?”

Honestly, he felt like if Eliza knew that she would have an I told you so minute, it would be more exciting for her.

He and Kelly had not spent the night. Eliza was right about her. Something about Kelly made him decide that he wanted to leave. Especially when she insisted she did not want to use condoms and she was on the pill. He felt uncomfortable and left. Kelly begged him to stay, but he left and she had been texting him nonstop. He had not returned home because he did not want to let Eliza know it had been such a failure. It was that conversation that got them here in the first place.

“Good,” Rafe said finally after so many racing thoughts. “I am especially happy to be here with you.”

 

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