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Chapter 10

John knew that when the diner opened at 1 pm today that Clara would be there, tired probably, but she'd be there and he needed to talk to her. He was still very much confused about the kiss she had given him at midnight and even more confused about the kiss he had given her afterwards. Kissing Clara was something that had not even remotely been on his mind until she had put it there and now the thought of it wasn't leaving.

However when he stepped inside the diner he noticed that his usual seat was taken and Clara was talking to Raymond – and she was laughing.

When the little bell on the door rang she looked up and spotted him, greeting him with her usual smile. A cup of coffee was awaiting him when he took a seat two stools away from Raymond.

"I was just telling Clara that I will have a look at her motorcycle tomorrow," Raymond said, poking at his ham and eggs with his fork.

"Oh," John raised his eyebrows, "I bet you did."

"You don't have to hurry. I can do without it for a few more days," Clara replied.

"No," John interrupted her, "Ray is right. We should get it fixed soon."

He sipped his coffee and an awkward silence fell over them. Clara cleared her throat.

"So, Ray, where did you disappear to last night? We didn't run into each other after midnight," she asked him.

John rolled his eyes. He wanted to be alone with Clara, talk about what had happened last night and not watch his colleague flirt with his friend.

"I went to bed early and I actually have to leave now-"

"What a shame," John muttered under his breath. Luckily neither of them seemed to have understood the words.

"I'm going to visit my parents, wish them a happy new year," Raymond explained and got up from his chair, dropping some money – and a generous tip – on the table.

"Have fun," Clara wished him sincerely.

John took a deep breath when he was finally gone and quickly scooted over to his original seat, dragging the cup of coffee behind him.

"So, did you sleep well last night?" he asked casually.

"Like a baby. You?"

He had barely slept at all but since Clara had apparently decided to pretend nothing had ever happened the night before he thought it was better not to say anything either. Instead he settled for a middle way.

"The night was a bit shorter than I'm used to," he paused and decided to change the topic, "I have the key to the garage and thought I might have a look at your motorcycle right away."

"Oh no," Clara said immediately, "I told you. There's no hurry."

"Well," he frowned, "We're expecting a new delivery of cars tomorrow and I might not have another chance soon. Besides, I don't mind at all. I'd like something to do."

She sighed in reply. "Well, if you absolutely insist. I'll stop by after work with something to eat, alright?"

John smiled and nodded.

OOO

As Clara made her way to the garage she couldn't quite believe that their meeting earlier had actually taken place. He hadn't mentioned kissing her with a single syllable. Okay, she hadn't mentioned kissing him either but her kiss was short and had actually made sense to her. It was a simple New Year's Eve kiss between friends. What John had done was. . . Clara didn't even know what it had been but it bothered her that he hadn't felt the need to mention it.

Maybe she had been wrong about him. After all, he was significantly older. He had already had a wife and a family. Maybe he could handle it, maybe he could handle being her friend and on some occasions being more than that when the mood struck them.

Clara knocked on the door before she carefully stepped inside and spotted John, his back to her, bent over the sink while he was washing his hands. Her eyes scanned the room and soon found her motorcycle.

"It looks finished," she commented as she stepped closer, leaving the bag with their takeout dinner and her jacket on the seat of it.

John turned around, a boyish grin on his face. "It is. All done and ready for a ride."

Her mouth fell open. "No way."

"Way," he replied with a proud smirk.

Clara looked at him for a moment as if seeing him for the first time. What if he couldn't handle it? What if she slept with him and it ruined their friendship because he would develop romantic feelings for her? Right now she was willing to risk it. John looked as nice in his oil stained work outfit as he did in a suit, maybe even more so and Clara had been alone for a long time.

"John," she began, "I need to ask you something."

He looked up, directly at her and he seemed a little confused. "Uhm. . . okay?"

Clara took a deep breath. "That kiss, last night. That didn't really mean anything, did it?"

John furrowed his brows.

"Well?" she pressed.

"I guess not," he replied after a while, "Why do you ask?"

Clara bit her lip and approached him. If she did this there was no telling how it would turn out. If she did this there was no way back. She came to a halt right in front of him and placed both her hands on his shoulders. John raised an eyebrow at her.

"Clara?"

"John," she smiled nervously, "I want to sleep with you. Right here. Right now. No questions asked. No talking it to the ground afterwards. Are you up for that?"

"I don't think I understand?"

Clara had run out of ways to make it plain to him so instead of talking she pushed herself up on tiptoes and kissed him. He was hesitant at first and the only reaction she got from him was his hands slowly wandering to her waist, holding her gently. Playfully she bit his lower lip at which he winced slightly, but John didn't pull back. Finally he opened his mouth to her and Clara trailed the outline of his tongue with her own while he pressed her body against him. He felt nice against her, especially now that he was beginning to loosen up. She slid her hands down his chest and it was warm beneath her palms, his heart beating fast. John was lean, but not too muscled and Clara became curious, wondering if the same silver curls that looked so handsome on him were covering his chest as well. Her hands wandered further down but when they had reached his belt John suddenly stopped her and pulled away.

"Should we be doing this? I thought," he spluttered, "I thought we were friends?"

Clara gave a slight shrug. "Who says friends can't do this if they both want to?"

When John showed no reaction she reached for his belt again, drawing him backwards until her legs hit the hood of a car. Beneath her hands she thought she could spot the outline of a growing erection under his trousers. This sparked not only her curiosity but also her desire to finally feel a man inside of her again. Just the thought of him and her imagination of what it would be like to have him enter her made Clara itch.

Carefully, as if giving him a chance to still say no, she undid his belt. John only looked at her, his eyes so much darker than usual, betraying him in his arousal. Clara went further and began to unbutton his trousers. Again he said nothing as she pulled down his underwear, revealing him to be already half hard. Clara allowed herself to smile as she slid one hand under his shirt and ran her fingernails over his chest. John closed his eyes and murmured something as her fingers wandered down his chest and finally to the sensitive skin around the base of his shaft. He was a promising size already and Clara found it hard to wait any longer as she wrapped her hand around him. His eyes flew open again.

"How do you like it?" she purred softly as she stroked him harder.

John gulped audibly. "I, erm," he stammered, "I don't know."

"But you do know where it goes, right?" Clara asked teasingly. Of course he knew. He had had wife and children and that was something she probably shouldn't be thinking about now or otherwise her thoughts would lead to Daniel and then. . . she quickly brushed the thoughts aside. There was still time for her guilt later.

John laughed nervously. "Yes, I know."

"Good," she whispered.

She released him and her hands wandered under her own skirt, pushing down her knickers a moment later. Clara leaned back on the hood of a car and suddenly John seemed to have woken up. His trousers and pants gathered around his ankles as he bent over her and she wrapped her legs around him. He entered her carefully at first and Clara closed her eyes, suppressing a moan as she hooked her arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. John was slowly picking up speed, his hardness filling her up and almost hitting that spot that could bring her to come so quickly. She pushed her hips up to meet him, desperate for him to dig in deeper.

Clara moaned underneath him when his lips left her mouth to kiss their way down her throat. One of his hands pushed between their bodies and found its way to her clit, rubbing her at the same delicious pace. She arched her back up for more. Clara should have known he was good at this, that he would knew what he was doing. It was as if every move was intended to make her fall apart underneath him and it did. She cried out as she came, not caring that anyone might hear. All Clara wanted was him and his touch and riding out that last crushing wave of her orgasm when she suddenly noticed his movements grow more frantic, more uncoordinated and thank God she came back to her senses in time.

"No," she muttered breathlessly, trying to push him off, "Not inside me."

John pulled out and looked at her, his gaze unfocused, confused, his face utterly flushed with arousal and his cock dripping wet and hanging in the air. Instantly Clara dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around him, almost choking at the attempt to take him in all at once and his hands landed on her shoulders as John picked up where he left off, fucking her mouth at the same rhythm. Soon his movements stilled completely as he came with a groan and spilled himself inside her mouth. She swallowed.

John panted heavily as she let him go and he stumbled backwards, pulling up his trousers and leaned against the car, utterly spent and trying to catch his breath.

"Are you okay?" Clara asked carefully as she picked up her knickers from the floor. They were as dirty as the ground they had been lying on, so she only slipped them into her pocket.

"Are you kidding me?" John asked back, laughing under his ragged breath, "I might be old, but I'm not that old that you could kill me with this. Although you tried very hard."

Clara burst into laughter. "I'm sure you will recover from my assault."

She stepped closer and pressed a long, soft kiss to his lips before she went to look at him.

"Thank you," she said sincerely, "That was wonderful."

"I'm pretty sure I should be the one thanking you."

They both remained silent for a moment.

"I should go home," Clara said after a while, "I'll pick my motorcycle up tomorrow if that's alright?"

"Yeah, sure," he breathed in reply.

"Good night," she smiled, "And enjoy your dinner."

"Good night, Clara."