Chapter 4
"I've never been here," I said as Marissa push the French door and step- aside, motioning me to enter the bakery.
"That's always a first time. You should frequent here often the food is really good. It's not a full-fledged vegan place, but they sat aside a separate line of cookies and muffin that's animal-product-free. So…it caters to both of us," she gave me a slightly smug smile.
We walked down the aisle past people indulging in the food they've ordered. I followed Marissa, where she led me to the corner of the eatery, we decided on a two-seater table that was further from the other patrons.
"So…what's good?" I questioned, eager to eat. My stomach just grumbled.
She pondered for a moment before answering my question, "You should go for the banana-sesame-agave cake, and it is the hot seller here."
"Uhm sounds delicious. Have you tasted it?"
Marissa zoned out for a while staring at my face with her doe-eyes. Then seconds later she snapped out of it. She coughed. "Sorry. What was it that you've asked?"
I gave her a smirk, noticing how her face turned crimson. "The banana-sesame cake, have you tried it?"
"Oh!" She answered slightly louder than what I had expected. "It's crunchy outside and tender within, crunchy, chewy, and barely sweet. It's perfect." I can't help but smile at how excited she sounded. It's too cute for words. "Shall we?" I nodded before raising myself off the seat. Marissa rose from her seat, gesturing with her right hand, telling me head to the counter first. She trailed closely behind me.
While we waited for our turn, I noticed out of the corner of my eyes, how Marissa opened her mouth to speak, before deciding against it, closing her mouth. She did it again and again. Finally, I heard her utter something but she halted when it was our turn to order. She slumped in defeat as I ordered two pieces of those dense puck-shaped banana-sesame cake thingies and a bottle of Perrier. She asked for the same things, though she wanted two pieces more than me.
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I felt an adrenaline rush as Marissa rode her sporty, red Aprilia motorbike, past the aisle of cars caught in a traffic jam. I snaked my arms around her waist tighter and leaned in closer to her while she maneuvered her bike for a right turn at the traffic junction.
At first, when I found out she plays the guitar, I thought she was hot. Then, she surprised me yet again, when she told me she's in a band. Seriously, she couldn't get any hotter than that? And now that I found out she has a flashy red ride; I'm simply gaga over her. She could be just the girl who could turn my fantasy into reality. There I admitted it, I want to delve into the unknown. I couldn't resist my temptation any longer. Lol. Especially with the numbness I felt in the moist region between my legs, due to the ride.
I observed how the girl slowed down before halting to a stop near the curb. I took off the helmet, wiped the tiny beads of perspiration that formed near my hairline. "Thanks for the ride," I spoke in my best throaty voice, and I was pleased to noticed how the lanky girl tensed up.
"Hmm…sure. You're welcomed," she stuttered. Although, her voice was muffled as Marissa has yet to take off her helmet, I could hear how shaky her reply was. Finally, she took her helmet off and raked her fingers into her sandy-colored mane.
I decided to tease her. Leaning in close, I whispered into her left ear making sure my voice was kept low, "Do you want to accompany me up to my apartment?" I paused for a while, "See, there's this burly man with a beer belly on my floor…" He does not exist. "…And he scares me sometimes, moreover, my roommate is out partying…so…I'm desperate."
Yet again, Marissa became flustered; she scratched her head, tilting it to the side, hiding the blush that had creep on her face.
"Please…" Am I purring?!
"How could I say no." Aww…sweet. She showed me her quirky one-sided smile. "Just, give me a five seconds to park my bike."
"Sure," I gave her my winning smile – the one that hardly anyone could resist. I hopped off the bike while I started counting in my head. When Marissa just got off her bike, I said, "Five second's up."
"Huh? Oh," Marissa emitted a low chucked once she realized I was joking. "Give me another twenty."
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We strolled till the end of the hallway. I stopped in front of my apartment's door. "So, we're here." I turned to face her, showing her a sweet smile. "Thanks for accompanying me."
She had her hands in her dark jeans pocket. "It's no big."
"Marissa," I started. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure!" She answered too quickly, too loudly.
I simply smirked at her reaction while she turned two shades red. "Why are you always so nervous around me?" I did not know it was possible, but, I may be exaggerating, Marissa's face became redder by the second.
"Erm…uh, I guess, I don't know…" she scratched the back of her head. "…You make me nervous, I guess."
"And why's that?" I probed. Evil.
She fidgeted, producing a nervous giggle. "Ah...erm, because you're uh, hot." What happened next made me dumfounded. Marissa swiftly leaned forward before placing a quick kiss on my lips. It occurred so fast, it took a while for me to be conscious off that. Oh my fucking god! One of my fantasies turned real-life, the kiss that I have been yearning for. I kept blinking my eyes as I stood mouth-agape, just as about I tried to utter something, and I saw the determined glint in her eyes. And once again she took advantaged of my parted lips, placing her palms on my cheeks and cupping my face, slowly she let her lips descend on mine. Our lips moved in sync, unhurriedly, sensually as I felt my hands roamed upwards only to stop at the taller girl's neck, as I twined my arms around it. I savored the feel of her soft lips, how her right hand moved from its place on my cheek and wandered over to my arm, giving me goose bumps with her lingering touches. Needing air, we part our lips.
Marissa's face was flushed. She kept on a shy smile as I heard her saying, "I had a really good time tonight."
"Me too. Tonight has been great." Marissa bit her lips and grew more bashful by the second. "So…this is it then," I drawled as Marissa nod her head. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," she repeated. Marissa turned around and ambled along the hallway. Smiling, I fetched for my keys in my leather tote, placing the key into the hole, when I heard the clink sound, I turned to knob of the door. I was about to enter before I heard Marissa calling for me from the hallway.
"Hey Alex!" I cocked my head.
"Yeah?"
"Do you uh, erm…I'll call you soon for uh, a second date?"
My face broke into a wide grin. "Sure. Call me and we'll have it scheduled." I gave Marissa a wave, "Goodnight."
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Five days later, we went for our second date. Had a blast and before you know it, we had our third just after a couple of days. You could say we moved pretty fast but I can't help it, Marissa can be so addictive. I have an intense feeling of loss or lack and longing for her. I know this sounds cliché but, it is true, I have never felt this strong for someone before, let alone a woman. Then again, there is a first for everything.
On our second date, Marissa confessed that she lied on our first date. When I asked her what, she told me and I quote, "I lied…I've never been to that bakery I took you too and I, uh, it was my first time having that banana-sesame cake. I read a review online, and I memorized the description of the cake…" And when I asked her why she did that, she told me, "I don't know, uh, actually I know. I uh, I want to impress you." And impress me, she did. She went through such length to please me on our first date, why could I resist that, it's too sweet of her.
"Ouch," Marissa let out when her knee hit the edge of the table as we stumbled our way into my apartment. I broke my lips from hers. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," she nodded her head before closing the gap between us, Marissa leaned in to plant a kiss that I gladly reciprocated. The sweet kiss lingered as the she brought her hands to the sides of my face. The situation escalated when I felt Marissa probing her tongue, asking me for entrance. I parted my lips wide enough her to slip her tongue. A moan past my lips as Marissa moved her velvety tongue against mine. We kissed for long moments as if we were starved for the taste of each other, but it wasn't enough to ease the hunger and it was evident when Marissa ran her hands upwards against my ribs, brunching the material of the top.
Knowing that could not resist Marissa any longer, I pulled out of the kiss breathless. "Take me."
Marissa looked taken-aback as she breathed out, "What?"
Firmly I repeated, "Take me."
"But, it's only our third date and I, don't want to take advantage of you. We could just stop here. I want you to be ready, and not be forced into something," she reasoned, caressing my face gently. "I can wait."
Shaking my head I replied, "You don't have too, I'm ready. I want you, and I can't refrain anymore. And I know you felt the same, so…ergo?" And soon she crashed her lips on mine as I slinked my arms around her neck. My hands reached for the hem of her white tee shirt and tugging it off her head before tossing it aside. I marveled at her body for a while before Marissa decided to kiss her way along my jawline, and moved south sensuously, placing light, airy kisses along the length of my neckline. She took my top off as I assisted her, flinging the material aside and soon began attacking my neck again.
And what happened next, I will leave that to your imagination. Jeez, my sex life is private. Pervs.
A/N: The Rachel in this story is not from IMAY, but it's a recurring characters with a 6-episode story arc in season 1 of The OC, played by Bonnie Sommerville. Just for info, the next update would be the last chapter.