Victoria & Alex Pt. 02

Thanks to my beta readers, Mfan2112, and others... and of course you the readers for your supportive comments and PM's that spur me on to write more.

This is a lot raunchier episode than others...

But hey, they're young and still discovering each other after four years apart.

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Vicky walked blissfully along with Alex in the chilly morning sunshine. It was refreshing for her to be with this loving man, as he constantly held her hand and opened doors. She enjoyed the glances of jealousy and admiration from other single women as they passed. Last night had been wonderful and her body had that satisfying post-sex glow inside.

Vicky's phone buzzed all morning with well-wishing texts from friends who they'd met in the wine bar last night. Sarah was less candid, asking if she was still sore from the inevitable sex after their late evening romantic meal... Life felt great with her new love and support from the group of close friends she had built up around her.

Then the inevitable text from her mother arrived, causing her stomach to knot in anticipation. She pulled Alex to the side of the pavement to read the long questionnaire. Her mother covering everything except asking if they'd had anal sex. Even asking for a few selfies, something Vicky didn't feel was necessary with Alex, wanting to keep him to herself. She quickly text her mother back.

< Busy. Will phone later. V. Xx >

< Still in bed? > Her mother replied.

< Really? No, we're shopping. > Vicky inserted an angry face emoji and sent the message.

Her mum had been supportive and loving, but sometimes now it felt as if she were trying to live her life through Vicky. Alex hugged her, not asking, and they rejoined the flow of the other shoppers.

Alex would have preferred to go to the largest store of his favourite supermarket with a clothes outlet, get what they needed and get out. Thus avoiding a five-mile browsing hike around shops to return to the first one and buy what you saw two hours ago. But today wasn't about him, this was essential for the relationship to have more permanent feel for Vicky.

Deep down, he was enjoying it and felt a slightly different after-sex glow. He also saw the sideways glances of jealous single men with Vicky on his arm. She was lovely, glowing in the winter sun, with her long hair and elegant walk.

Finally, after visiting several boutique shops, the couple laden with bags wove their way across streets and crowds into Regent's Park. Vicky guided Alex to the lakeside cafe, and they chose window seats inside. Alex queued for coffees and cakes, returning to find Vicky deep in conversation with her mum on her phone.

"Yes, it was a lovely meal and Alex was the perfect gent... Yes, he stayed at my place... Mum! I'm not answering that... My boss invited us for a meal... Yes, Jennifer... Mum, I'm ringing off now."

Vicky replaced her phone in her handbag and grimaced.

"Why does she want all the details? If I were her CIS daughter, she wouldn't ask those things. She doesn't ask Rich if he wears protection with all the girls he's been with, nor if they'd been gentle?"

Whilst shocked by that revelation, Alex having deposited the tray on the table, stooped alongside her chair, hugged and kissed her.

"Oh Alex, she can be so smothering at times and yet the perfect supportive mum at others."

Vicky sniffed a slight sob, although Alex didn't know how to respond as he sat down. His mum never delved deeply into his life, but then maybe it's different for sons he tried to understand. Then Vicky's face changed brightening up as she wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry she can get to me. I want this weekend to be about us, not her, especially after enjoying last night so much."

"Well, I'm having a great time Vicky, I'm with you, what more would I want?"

Vicky smiled and chuckled at him, to then sip her coffee with her eyes peering over her cup at him.

"She's pressing for me to come home for a weekend, so she can meet you and we can play happy families. Initially when I came out she was wonderfully supportive, I couldn't have asked for more. But she is becoming more and more intrusive and smothering, asking the most inappropriate questions for a mother to ask."

She pulled a face, to sip her coffee then continued. "I'd also love Rich to return to his old supportive self, but since dropping out of university and returning home he's been terrible. We used to be so close, but now he's so distant almost to the point of avoiding me."

Vicky looked all at a loss, with sadness in her eyes at the loss of a supportive mother and brother..

"What is it with cafe's Vicky? Whenever we're separated by a table, I end up wanting to give you a great big protective bear hug and smother you in kisses."

She laughed, smiling back at Alex, pleased at his continued support.

"It's all part of my plan, Alex... play it cool, then ravage you when you least expect it!"

They both giggled and maintained eye contact as they sipped the last dregs of their coffees. Replacing their cups to their saucers, Alex repeated his lifelong habit of spooning the last of the foam from his cup to his mouth, breaking the spell and causing Vicky to giggle and shake her head in mock shame.

They both looked out across the lake, the day had darkened and raindrops started plopping onto the lake causing repeated ripples to break the previous mirror-like surface. Despite being early afternoon the lamps around the lake paths flickered into life. The initial flow of raindrops turned to a deluge, machine-gunning the lake, causing the previous strolling couples and families to run for cover.

"Oh, that's a shame I enjoy walking around the park. I was thinking of walking to Hyde Park later and back home along the canal where there are some friendly bars, but not in the rain," said Vicky.

Alex glumly glanced up at the sky, seeing it full of grey clouds full of rain. "Aw, it looks as if it has settled in for the day."

Vicky's mind drifted to more pleasant things, and she remembered Alex's comments earlier that day. She'd enjoyed playing it through her mind a few times as they shopped, but as it was too exciting to consider for too long she'd tried not to focus on it. But now her daydream returned to excite her again, for her to have Alex beneath her screaming for her cock.

She had never initiated a virgin and for the sake of their continued relationship she needed it to be special for him, so he would want to repeat it. Alex had suggested they could shag like rabbits this weekend, and what better activity could there be on a wet Saturday afternoon?

"Alex, we can buy the last few things on our way back home. Do you fancy cutting our afternoon short, go home and behave like bunnies?" Vicky asked, as she raised her eyebrows and licked her lips.

Alex loved the way she did that with her tongue, making her invitation even more tempting. His morning's offer to Vicky had him now apprehensive, after a lifetime of considering anal sex as a taboo act. It may have been psychosomatic, but his sphincter puckered and he imagined pain in his bowels. Vicky saw the tension in his eyes.

"Oh, what is it?" She asked, although she'd guessed.

Maybe for Vicky, it was too good to be true. To be an equal sex partner was maybe too much to hope for at the moment. Without realising, Vicky's frown reflected her thoughts.

Alex picked it up and his thoughts raced, he'd seen the joy and ecstasy on her face during sex and he had promised her. He weighed up his taboo's installed resistance with his experience of the last twenty hours.

"Oh, nothing, it's just... Well, you know? Not sure what to expect... Have you done this before?" Alex flustered.

"Haha, yeah, just a few hours ago silly... No, I know what you mean. It's different for you being your first time."

"Yeah, so be nice to the virgin," Alex said, laughing, but still looking unsure.

"I'm sorry. No, I haven't given it to a virgin before. I'll be gentle and tell my mum all about it afterwards and send her some selfies," Vicky said but waited until Alex's face turned white with shock before she laughed, signally she had caught him out and it was a wind-up.

"Not funny..." Alex smirked back.

Before she knew it, Vicky said more to herself. "Sarah would know." Knowing her friend was far more experienced.

"Oh Jeez, so it's phone a friend now?" Alex laughed. "I didn't realise that she's also trans?"

"Oh she will be pleased to hear that. Yes, she was my first real friend here in London."

Vicky texted Sarah, knowing how to use the information to titillate and tease her.

"Awe, don't tell her I said that... So have the two of you ever... Got together?"

"We are close friends and have shared benefits whenever times were tough for either one of us in the past. But we've agreed to remain friends, as she lives too much 'in the moment' whereas I've always wanted a long-term relationship. We've been friends for longer than she's had any of her partners as a result, so I think we're closer remaining as friends."

Vicky returned to the conversation in hand. "Don't worry if you've had second thoughts, it's okay lovely."

"No, I'm okay... I think it is more my... Heterosexual upbringing holding me back, but it's also exciting, let's just go back and see what the afternoon brings. If all else fails we can phone Sarah."

Vicky's phone buzzed, announcing a text. Glancing at the screen, Vicky laughed. "She must have overheard us as she's just offered... She's taken you not realising that she's trans last night as a huge compliment. Like everyone else who met you, she also likes you and that means a lot to me. Thanks for making the effort last night."

"It was fun, although I could have done without Pete winding me up."

They had finished their coffees and started gathering their shopping and putting on their coats, preparing to brave the rain outside.

It seemed ages before they finally burst back into Vicky's apartment, arms full of shopping bags and the pair of them looking like drowned rats. Alex hung coats up and hung shopping up. Vicky hung his new shirt up in the bedroom with his new blue bathrobe while Alex hung Vicky's wet coat and his soaked fleece up in the hallway.

Alex dug out his new toothbrush from the shopping bags to then fight the thick plastic packaging to release it. He swapped it with his existing toothbrush to give it pride of place next to Vicky's in her cup on the bathroom shelf. He tossed his 'old' toothbrush back into his toiletry bag to return home with him on Sunday. He also dug out the supermarket slippers Vicky had insisted he brought, snapping the tags off and throwing them in the kitchen waste bin.

Wearing his new comfy slippers he made them both mugs of tea, realising how he now felt an intrinsic part of Vicky's life and not just a visitor. He'd met her friends, nested in nicely to her apartment, and they had both gotten passed 'third base' or whatever number those US teen movies labelled having sex with.

Vicky reappeared with her hair now dried, in a baggy T-shirt and leggings to sit on the sofa with her legs lapped over Alex's, both with their mugs of tea in hand. The pair sat together, watching the rain lashed onto the lounge window and balcony outside.

"Do you fancy a sandwich?" Alex asked, "I'm peckish after all that shopping."

"That depends on how you want to spend the afternoon?" Vicky said in her low huskier voice, with a hint of suggestion.

"Aha! But I'll need some energy if you're going to ravage me again." Alex laughed, stroking his hand down her leg.

"Hmm, that depends if you want to give or receive," Vicky asked, in her husky, sexy voice. "It may help not... to have anything passing through..."

Alex's eyes grew as her meaning dawned on him. "Ahh, that makes sense."

He still had that deep, hetero-breaking excitement tucked away inside him from earlier. His rear twinged in anticipation of an unknown sensation that could cement their relationship further.

Vicky's eyes bored into his as she sipped her tea. He squeezed her thigh and ran his hand back up her leg. She took it as an acknowledgment that he was still acceptable to his earlier proposition.

Without warning, Vicky's phone broke the silent anticipation hanging in the air. Her phone's screen displaying her mother's face and Vicky's face dropped correspondingly, looking to Alex for unspoken solutions.

"Hi mum," Vicky answered, returning to her higher feminine voice.

"No, we've ducked into a cafe for a snack as it is raining cats and dogs outside." She lied, grimacing at Alex apologetically.

"I don't know we've not planned beyond next weekend in Birmingham... No Rich hasn't called... I don't know... Oh, you've had a coffee with Alex's mum."

Vicky looked at Alex, eyebrows raised as they both realised that the mothers were planning something.

"Hmm, the weekend after next?" Vicky's eyes bored questioningly at Alex, shaking her head to indicate a negative answer but couldn't bring herself to say 'no'. "I'll ask Alex and ring you back... Yes, in a few minutes."

Alex searched his pocket for his phone, and there was a text waiting from his mum.

< Hi Al. Hope you and Vicky are okay? Weather here ok, but rain later. Your dad needs help with the cars as both ours and yours need MOT. Is it next week you're going to Birmingham with Vicky? Dad says weekend after next will be okay. >

As Vicky rang off, Alex passed her his phone, so she could read the text.

"I think our mothers have outmanoeuvred us. Dad's right. All three of our cars are coming up for their annual MOT, with mine and mum's cars also needing services. I can't let him do all three cars on his own, especially as one's mine."

"We're cornered, they've won." Vicky gasped, resigning to their fate. "I don't want to return to Bristol to play happy families. Especially with Rich behaving the way he is and Mum getting overbearing. She near as damn asked me earlier if you'd satisfied me last night."

Vicky leant onto Alex's chest and he wrapped her in his arms, hugging her and kissing the top of her head.

"I suppose you could miss that weekend. I can help dad Friday and Saturday, to catch a train to come here for Saturday night, hoping that nothing goes wrong and we need to finish one car off on Sunday." Alex tried clutching at straws for a solution.

"Or you come and stay at my parents. Tanya's old bedroom is just a dumping ground now and we could clear it out as a spare bedroom, although we may have to stay in separate rooms."

Vicky sat up in resignation, knowing any avoidance would create problems for her in the long term.

"No. Mum would break the door down and drag me back home. We'll have to sleep separately in our respective parents' homes. I'd rather meet your mum on neutral ground rather than at the breakfast table, wondering if she heard me screaming through the walls."

Vicky ignored Alex's laughter and continued. "However, I think my mum would press a glass and her ear to the wall to check that you're satisfying me! But Rich would be suicidal. I'm not sure how much lower our relationship can fall. But hearing his old mate plug his trans-sister may push him over the edge."

Vicky gave a light nervous laugh, pecking kisses on a thoughtful Alex.

"What if we both took that Friday off work?" Alex said hopefully, perking up. "You could come to Bristol early Thursday evening and we can book into the Hilton or the Novotel, as they're near both the station. We can have a night out on the town on our own. But you'll have to cope without ravishing me on Friday and Saturday night?"

Vicky hugged and kissed Alex. "That's genius. I can then arrive home earlier on Friday. So I can try to clear the air with Rich before mum finishes work. Maybe with just the two of us he may tell me what the problem really is and I can get my old brother back. Then playing happy families over the weekend could be more bearable."

Alex could see the hurt in her eyes and wanted to move the conversation away from the subject. Thinking fast he realised that they still hadn't any arrangements for the intermediate weekend, when she is to help out at another ski show.

"Any news from Dave about the arrangements for Birmingham next weekend? As we need to book what we are doing Saturday night." Alex asked.

Vicky scanned through her phone, clicked and read out loud. "He's emailed, with a train ticket for me for early Saturday Morning to return Sunday afternoon. Oh, Sandra and Mandy can't make it and he wants to know if I know anyone who can stand in."

Vicky then excitedly vocalised her thoughts. "If you come here to stay next Friday and join me working on the stand, we can still spend the weekend together and Dave will pay!"

Vicky's thumbs worked in a blur as she tapped a text on her phone and sent it before Alex could answer.

"I'm not sure... I had hoped to spend Saturday visiting the National Motorcycle Museum next door, rather than working the entire weekend."

Vicky's phone rang with them both tensing, expecting more enquiries from Vicky's mum but seeing the screen as she answered she perked up. "Dave, Hi... Yes, you remember Alex?... Yes, the handsome tall one, thanks... Yes, he's an excellent skier... Yes, he's with me now, do you want to speak with him?"

Vicky passed Alex her phone with a grin a mile wide. This time it was Vicky's turn to only hear one side of the conversation.

"Yeah, Hi... I've stayed at all three ski resorts... Yes, I know the chairs and the lifts home... Family with young children and they like Italy? Then I'd refer them to your hotel in Cervinia... Yes, blues and reds... Experienced?... late in the season then go high, snow-sure, Val Thorens... Okay, Yes... I'll stay here at Vicky's in London and travel with her Saturday... But on Sunday I'll need the train back to Bristol Temple Meads... Okay... Yes... Yes, a 17-inch collar will be fine... Okay, see you then."

Vicky was bursting with excitement to hear the conclusion of the phone call, but Alex smiled and took a long, slow sip of his now lukewarm tea, hiding his grin behind his tea mug. In the end, Vicky had to give him a playful punch.

"Well?" Vicky asked. "Come on, spill the beans, this is unbearable."

"It seems I passed the interview," Alex said. "Rather than me spending an exciting day looking at dusty old motorcycles, I'll be working with you. Dave has a few spare shirts but said I will have to wear one of Mandy's spare name tags!"

Vicky grabbed him but instead of a peck, she lingered and her tongue quietly delved deeper into a more passionate kiss, stirring Alex.

Vicky pulled back from their kiss and squealed excitedly. "I wasn't looking forward to an almost Alex free weekend and had even considered cancelling with Dave. Seeing you for only Saturday night would have been great, but now I have you Friday through to Sunday."

Alex laughed at her joy, as the exciting prospect of spending another weekend with her was dawning on him. "Dave will email you my train tickets for us to travel together to Birmingham at 6 am Saturday. Then on Sunday to get me home to Bristol. He'll change your hotel room to a double. He is covering meals and the money he's paying me for the two days will more than pay for my train here on Friday afternoon."

"As luck would have it, I've skied at all the resorts he lists. I'm to review the website to learn all the chalets and hotels. He wants me to pay special attention to the extras as he gets a kickback if people book their lessons and ski passes through him. He seems okay."

Vicky was jubilant, flicking her hair back as she smiled that elfish smile of hers to Alex, with dimples showing as the two started kissing. Vicky lifted herself off the sofa onto Alex's lap, wriggling her bum, knowing he was getting excited as their tongues searched each other out. Alex felt Vicky's bulge inside her leggings as he stroked Little Mike's head with his fingernail teasing.