Page 68 of The Dicktionary Club

‘I understand why. You are the most beautiful woman in the whole of Glasgow that I have seen! It makes sense to me you have a boyfriend.’

Zola couldn’t help but smile, lapping up the compliment. Something about how he spoke English, with a few tiny idiosyncrasies, was even sweeter in person.

‘Well, there aren’t many Glaswegians who look like you either, sunshine.’ She winked playfully, returning the compliment, and they headed outside.

Ashton Lane was much quieter now, with only a couple of people staggering in the distance. Zola smiled at the twinkling strip of fairy lights above them, which seemed so much brighter now against the dark night sky, and together they strolled down the old, cobbled street.

‘I’ll flag down a taxi on the main street,’ Zola said.

‘Me too.’

They continued chatting before turning down the quiet alleyway between Ashton Lane and Byres Road. Suddenly, she felt Alvaro pull on her hand. Zola shut her eyes briefly, then opened them again. His hand felt soft, warm, gentle.

‘Zola,’ he said calmly.

She turned.

‘We have to see each other again, no?’ Alvaro’s hazel eyes were heavy and honest. There was no denying the sparks that flew between them.

Zola lowered her gaze to the ground. She knew she wanted to, but she also knew she couldn’t.

‘Alvaro, I can’t. I’m afraid that if we did, then .?.?.’

Alvaro pulled her closer to him, resting his forehead against hers. She could feel the warmth of his body incredibly close. He felt safe, good – and right. Zola’s eyes fell on his. She felt his hand carefully touch her face, his eyes remaining locked on hers as he leaned forward, kissing her gently. Zola froze. She couldn’t move. His soft lips broke away from hers, and she could feel adrenaline surge through her body, making her shake.

‘I’m sorry.’ He pulled away.

Zola wasn’t. She grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him back to her, kissing him more deeply. She opened her mouth wider, allowing his tongue to caress hers. It was the most passion she’d felt in years – the most excitement and lust. Alvaro’s hands skimmed down her body, brushing past her breasts in a way she found almost unbearably exciting. She panted through the kissing, trembling at every touch he offered. Zola pushed herself against him, urging him to continue as his bulge pressed between her legs. Then she felt his fingers slowly travel up her thigh, beneath her skirt. She parted her legs a fraction, wanting him to continue exploring her body. With his other hand, Alvaro pushed Zola against the wall, pinning her into place. Zola could feel every nerve in her clitoris pulse. He tugged her underwear to the side, gently rubbing her clit.

‘Fuck, yes!’ she panted as he continued working her up, pushing his fingers in and out of her at the same time. He was kissing her in between moans, enjoying the moment just as much as her.

Zola briefly opened her eyes, examining the quiet lane; she could see people passing by on the main street, but never giving them a second glance. There was something so thrilling about the risqué situation. Alvaro licked and bit her neck, continuing to caress between her thighs.More!she urged, not knowing if she spoke out loud. She felt herself build up; warmth travelled all over her body, and with a groan of delight, Alvaro brought her to orgasm.

Panting and tingling, Zola momentarily rested her head on Alvaro’s shoulder, her whole body pulsating. It was amazing, exciting, like nothing she had ever done before. She almost wanted to laugh.

When she finally opened her eyes, he smiled back. But then a sudden rush of fear took over.What the fuck am I doing?Zola wondered. Alvaro removed his hand gently from her underwearand pressed his forehead against hers.

‘Good?’ he asked.

Zola could feel her heart quicken and stood up straight. She pushed past Alvaro and shook her head.

‘I shouldn’t have done that,’ she said, feeling her bottom lip quiver with a rush of regret.

‘What? Zola? Are you OK?’ he asked, looking confused while readjusting his erection in his tight jeans.

Zola just shook her head, almost imperceptibly, then kept walking quickly down the lane onto the main road.

‘Zola.’ Behind her, he picked up the pace.

‘Don’t fucking follow me, OK?’ Zola called back. She took out her phone and searched for a nearby Uber –two minutes away.

‘Zola!’ Alvaro said. ‘You can’t go? Not like this.’ His sweet voice sounded upset and entirely in disbelief at what she was doing.

But Zola ignored him and rushed to the next corner of the road. She crouched down on the kerbside, running her hands down her braids.

Why did I do that?she asked herself over and over.What the fuck?

The Uber driver pulled up, and Zola jumped in, speeding to Cowcaddens without a backwards glance.

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