His Sinful Pleasure. A Henry Cavill Story

12 A Blissful Feeling

I took note of the books on Michelle's book case; none out of the ordinary and all appeared to be the current or latest trending reads, no classics or anything really impressive. I took a seat on her sofa and heard the mumbling coming from the room down the hall though I couldn't make out what the girls were talking about. About 10 minutes later Michelle appeared, dressed rather immaculately, I could tell her clothes were far from cheap, her shirt though was still rather a low cut and left little to the imagination. 

Instantly she was putting on the kettle and buzzing around me like bee to a flower, I chose to just enjoy the attention as it was simpler despite how it truly made me feel. A few moments of listening to Michelle's small talk with flirtatious undertones and Maria emerged from her room, I found her dressed in simple home clothes, hair tied up, looking radiant as per usual. I did my best to not take notice of her, I had to change my mindset before filming starts. She took a seat opposite Michelle and I on an armchair and did not take tea, just sat watching us as Michelle did her best to coax me with her casual affections. 

"So Henry, I work in marketing and we are having this event soon which is a charity function. I heard you do charity work, isn't that right?" Michelle sat beside me on the couch and her arm brushed lightly against mine, so plainly obvious, the glint in her eyes not hiding anything.

"Yes, I try my best to be an ambassador for causes I believe in," I return her the same smile, I could feel Maria's eyes on us, watching. Did I want to make Maria jealous? Will I regret being so warm with her friend? As unsure as I was in all of this, it seemed the easy way out even if I felt a burning hole on my face from the doe eyes I longed to see. Maybe now she will know how I felt as she smiled just as warmly at Dwight.

"Well, you should come if you have the chance, I desperately need a companion," Michelle's arm brushes against me yet again and I feel no sparks as I have with a certain someone else, I almost feel disappointed, in a way I hoped Michelle could be a cure but clearly I was obviously wrong. 

"Well, I will for sure keep it in mind, thank you for the invite, though my schedule is usually tight," I say, playing with fire as the look in Michelle's eyes clearly fills with more lust. 

"Oh well, if you do find an opening of any sort you let me know," she hints further at what I already know as she giggles suggestively and I feel I dug a hole for myself.

"Will do," I mumble, setting down my empty cup of tea, her doing the same. Michelle continued on about what the event would hold if I could come as her companion but I let it in one ear and out the other, I was too aware of how just a moment earlier Maria got up from her seat rather suddenly taking our empty cups of tea over to the sink. She turned on the tap and took out the dish soap. Michelle must have noticed me watching Maria as I have completely forgot she was still talking to me.

"I should get going, busy day ahead," I then say suddenly, getting up from the sofa and watching Maria who does not look up, clearly ignoring Michelle and I.

"Oh if you must," Michelle mumbles under her breath, I still look over to the kitchen and find Maria unchanged, not wanting to even acknowledge the fact that I was leaving.

"Maria, what are you doing?" Michelle asks, clearly unsatisfied my attention was on her friend.

"Washing the dishes," Maria's voice comes out coarse and she does not look up from the sink filling up with water in front of her. 

"Oh silly, stop that, I have a dishwasher!" Michelle says walking over to her, as if what Maria was doing was ridiculous, and maybe it was a little but no need to shame her for it I thought. 

"Oh, well I do not know how it works, I never used one," Maria says and her face quickly changes as Michelle shamelessly laughs at her response.

"Oh isn't she adorable, so clueless, I adopted her," Michelle turns to me and I feel her arm at the back of mine as she says the words. I want to tell her to shut up as I could see Maria instantly feeling uncomfortable at her remark. A second later Maria turned her attention to the dishes without saying a word but I could tell she is thinking.

"Oh stop that," Michelle says and turns the sink off. Maria shoots her face up.

"I never had a dishwasher....No, I will clean it, it is two minutes," Maria says quietly and triumphantly turns on the sink again. It quickly occurred to me that Maria was a stranger to the luxuries I was used to. I wanted to grab hold of her and take her away from this place and from Michelle who so obviously was not a fit for a friend for her. I could feel her rage burning inside as she scrubbed at the dishes and Michelle just shrugging at her like she was an alien she cared not about. 

"Well ladies, I really must be going, thank you very much for the tea it was lovely," I say, not wanting to encourage Michelle anymore than I already had, especially after this scene with the dishwasher. I only wished I could take her humble friend with me but clearly Maria did not wish it as she did not once again even bother to look up from the dishes she was scrubbing to death in agitation at what occurred just moments before. 

"You absolutely must come visit us again, and do not forget about my event, if you can!" Michelle eyes me again and I try to think of something polite enough to say that would not be encouraging, luckily for me I am saved by the sound of her phone.

"Oh I am so sorry but I must take that," Michelle says grabbing hold of her phone, about to pick it up.

"No worries, I can see myself out," I say, relieved I had my way out of her grasp. 

"Bye," Michelle mumbles a goodbye and picks up her phone, walking down the hall of her apartment, disappearing from view. I look over to Maria who was still working her way through the dishes. I feel a lump at my throat form as she does not acknowledge me. Without saying anything I take my leave, shutting the door behind me. It is for the best she acts as cold as she is, this is what you wanted wasn't it? I think to myself as I begin to make my way down the staircase of their building.

"Henry!" I hear that damning voice call after me a moment later, the voice I so longed to hear. I stop instantly in my tracks, surely I imagined it, I must be going crazy. I turn and look up the staircase and sure enough there she is in all her glory. I cannot believe she's really there, staring down at me. I look up at her patiently awaiting for her to speak though it feels like torture. Instead of speaking she slowly descends, step by step down towards me. I watch her angelic form make its way down towards me, I do not know how, but she is more sexy to me just walking down those stairs than any Michelle's undressing me with their eyes and flaunting their tits. I am in awe as she stops shy of two steps, almost eye level to me but still a little shorter. 

"Yes?" I whisper, I must know what she needs from me and I must know now.

"Um," Maria's lips move and I catch myself examining them yet again, "What I wanted to say earlier..." 

"Yes..." I say quietly, please baby, just say it, I am dying to know. Her eyes travel up from my chest to meet my eyes and I almost burst at the realization of how much I missed her eyes on me, I think I am developing a fetish for her eyes as they seem to be just as forbidden as the rest of her. 

 "What I meant to say was... I...oh..." she shakes her head back and forth and I already expect her to change her mind and run away. But no. I am wrong. Instead she leans in to me and I catch myself not knowing what to do but before I can process her soft lips are on my cheek giving it a sweet kiss. She lingers there for a moment and I want to grab her but it's as if I am frozen, palms sweating. I catch a whiff of her sweet smell, the one I remember so vividly from the night before. But oh how soft her lips feel on me, I catch myself closing my eyes in brief ecstasy. 

"Thanks," her voice whispers and she pulls away all too suddenly rousing me from my ever short but completely blissful euphoria. Instantly she is running up the stairs from me and I watch her, glued to the ground, before I could process the door shuts behind her and I think to myself why the fuck did I not stop her, catch her, kiss her properly as I have been dying to... I am like a school boy who had just had his first kiss only this feels even more insane, I am not a school boy and I cannot and will not get a grip... Oh fuck me.