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give me a little sign that I’ll recognise, and I’ll come for us right there in front of all those strangers, your friends. I like the danger that someone at the table might discover I’m having orgasms over you, thinking of more sex with you.’
No woman that Luke had ever met had been so open about her erotic yearnings. Why, he wondered, didn’t she sound vulgar, crass? From the lips of any other woman herwords would have. Instead, he loved her more for her raunchiness and felt privileged to be part of it.
She continued, ‘Sex, all sorts of sex and erotica, are easy for me. I adore it and sense you do too, but before we go any further it’s best you know that love is a more difficult condition for me. In that I am more cautious, less free.’
Luke pulled the car over to the side of the road, leaving the headlights on and the motor running. He turned to face Jessica and roughly pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. She began to laugh and so did he.
‘You love me!’ she exclaimed.
‘From the first moment I saw you,’ he answered.
‘You’re sexually besotted with me!’
‘That’s true and we will peruse the erotic side of life together. But love? Until you are sure and come to me and tell me so, I’ll not chase after you for that. Stay free, look around, be sure it’s me you want to spend the rest of your life with. And when you are, I’ll marry you.’
‘It may take a long time, Luke.’
‘We’ll see,’ he replied.
He caressed her hair and kissed her again and slipped his hand between her legs. She was wet with sex, warm and slippery as satin. He stroked her and felt her sigh and come in a short but sweet orgasm. Removing his hand, he licked their lust from his fingers. ‘You’re the most thrillingly sexy woman I’ve ever met. And now we must really get on to dinner.’
‘And now I’m really looking forward to it. I’m ravenous.’
Fifteen minutes later Luke and Jessica were standing at the dean’s front door waiting for their ring of the bell to be answered. Jessica recognised once more that calm, cool exterior Luke covered his more wild and sexual soul with. It endeared him to her and she took his hand and held it in hers. The look that passed between them was intimate, each thinking about the lust she was carrying into academia.
The door was opened by a maid in a black uniform and awhite organza apron. The dean, a young widower, greeted them as they walked down the two steps into the drawing room. The room went quiet at their entrance.
Jessica Johnson’s presence alone was enough to excite the interest of the thirty people in the room but the appearance of the amnesia victim who worked in a dress shop and stacked supermarket shelves looking as if she had just stepped out of a glossy fashion magazine was quite another matter. But the hush lasted only a couple of minutes. The dean was the perfect host and took Jessica round to meet everyone, whisking her away whenever he sensed that an awkward question was about to be put to her. There were many well-dressed and beautiful women there, and several not so beautiful but interesting in that academic, blue stocking way that demands the long evening skirt, tartan or velvet, and the white blouse, the cameo brooch. The men were all in black ties and dress shirts. They were an intelligent and likeable bunch of New England, Ivy League academics, and Jessica warmed to them. The atmosphere was charming and warm rather than stuffy and academic.
The guest of honour was one of America’s favourite conductors who was at the college for a three-day seminar. With him he had brought a Stradivarius viola and violin. A famous young Chinese woman was to play the violin and a French protégé the viola.
Jessica noticed that the women in the room gravitated towards Luke. It struck her anew how very attractive he was, and she wondered how many hearts he had broken. She saw the way he looked at Mai Liu, the violinist, and understood at once
No woman that Luke had ever met had been so open about her erotic yearnings. Why, he wondered, didn’t she sound vulgar, crass? From the lips of any other woman herwords would have. Instead, he loved her more for her raunchiness and felt privileged to be part of it.
She continued, ‘Sex, all sorts of sex and erotica, are easy for me. I adore it and sense you do too, but before we go any further it’s best you know that love is a more difficult condition for me. In that I am more cautious, less free.’
Luke pulled the car over to the side of the road, leaving the headlights on and the motor running. He turned to face Jessica and roughly pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. She began to laugh and so did he.
‘You love me!’ she exclaimed.
‘From the first moment I saw you,’ he answered.
‘You’re sexually besotted with me!’
‘That’s true and we will peruse the erotic side of life together. But love? Until you are sure and come to me and tell me so, I’ll not chase after you for that. Stay free, look around, be sure it’s me you want to spend the rest of your life with. And when you are, I’ll marry you.’
‘It may take a long time, Luke.’
‘We’ll see,’ he replied.
He caressed her hair and kissed her again and slipped his hand between her legs. She was wet with sex, warm and slippery as satin. He stroked her and felt her sigh and come in a short but sweet orgasm. Removing his hand, he licked their lust from his fingers. ‘You’re the most thrillingly sexy woman I’ve ever met. And now we must really get on to dinner.’
‘And now I’m really looking forward to it. I’m ravenous.’
Fifteen minutes later Luke and Jessica were standing at the dean’s front door waiting for their ring of the bell to be answered. Jessica recognised once more that calm, cool exterior Luke covered his more wild and sexual soul with. It endeared him to her and she took his hand and held it in hers. The look that passed between them was intimate, each thinking about the lust she was carrying into academia.
The door was opened by a maid in a black uniform and awhite organza apron. The dean, a young widower, greeted them as they walked down the two steps into the drawing room. The room went quiet at their entrance.
Jessica Johnson’s presence alone was enough to excite the interest of the thirty people in the room but the appearance of the amnesia victim who worked in a dress shop and stacked supermarket shelves looking as if she had just stepped out of a glossy fashion magazine was quite another matter. But the hush lasted only a couple of minutes. The dean was the perfect host and took Jessica round to meet everyone, whisking her away whenever he sensed that an awkward question was about to be put to her. There were many well-dressed and beautiful women there, and several not so beautiful but interesting in that academic, blue stocking way that demands the long evening skirt, tartan or velvet, and the white blouse, the cameo brooch. The men were all in black ties and dress shirts. They were an intelligent and likeable bunch of New England, Ivy League academics, and Jessica warmed to them. The atmosphere was charming and warm rather than stuffy and academic.
The guest of honour was one of America’s favourite conductors who was at the college for a three-day seminar. With him he had brought a Stradivarius viola and violin. A famous young Chinese woman was to play the violin and a French protégé the viola.
Jessica noticed that the women in the room gravitated towards Luke. It struck her anew how very attractive he was, and she wondered how many hearts he had broken. She saw the way he looked at Mai Liu, the violinist, and understood at once
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