Chapter 80 - You Are The First, Alex

Chapter - 80

Closing her book, Margaret looked at the clock on the wall. It was already three in the afternoon, and there was no sign of Martha. She was feeling a little hungry, and it was time for her to stuff herself. And other than herself, she needed to make something for Alex as well.

She sneaked a peek at Alex, who had his eyes closed, but looking at those shivering eyelids, she knew that he was awake. Margaret, for Alex's satisfaction, walked out of the room tip-toed and went downstairs.

Walking in the kitchen, Margaret had a frown on her beautiful face. She had no faith in her cooking. She looked around, hoping to find something and lucky for her, she did find something, a note stuck on the refrigerator.

'Alex, if you feel hungry, I have already prepared the lunch and kept it in the refrigerator. But don't forget to heat it before you have it.'

Margaret took out the food from the refrigerator and heated it. Just when she wanted to take the food for Alex, her eyes landed on a large ceramic bowl placed by the sink. Seeing that bowl, Margaret remembered reading something. Thinking about that, she could not control her grin. Margaret put the tray with the food back on the table, picked up the bowl, filled it with water and then grabbed the face towel kept by it. With all this in her hand, Margaret went upstairs, almost sprinting to Alex's room in anticipation.

**Creak!

Margaret tried to open the door as quietly as possible. She lightly walked in as she held the bowl in her hand and the towel on her shoulder. She was like a maid going to attend his master on the bed. Margaret sat beside Alex's bedside and called out for him, "Alex! Wake up."

But Alex didn't even breathe.

"I know you are awake. Now don't be a girl and play it hard," Margaret said as she placed the bowl on his bedside table.

Embarrassed by her words, Alex peeked slightly from under the blanket, only to find Margaret looking at him with a smile.

"Now, can you stop playing this game of Peek-a-boo?" Margaret asked.

Finally, Alex removed the blanket from himself and sat, supporting himself with the bedrest.

"Now, that's like a good boy," Margaret said as she pinched his cheeks.

"I am not some kid, so don't treat me like one," Alex said as he removed her hand from his cheeks in irritation. She has been playing with her from the moment she was here.

"Okay fine, I won't, but you will have to do what I ask of you, Deal?" Margaret asked.

"Yue weel hab to do whatever I ask of youuoo," Alex said, imitating Margaret in a low pitch tone, making faces, "Humph... Whatever," still he agreed whatsoever.

Margaret was not offended in the least. Compared to her ultimate goal in her mind, this was an insignificant hiccup, "Now remove your shirt," Margaret said. She was smiling like always as she said it.

"Fine... what? What do you mean, remove your shirt?" Alex was about to remove his shirt but stopped when her words registered in his mind.

"Don't make me repeat myself. Do it now," Margaret rebuked.

"I won't".

"You won't?" Margaret asked, raising her brows.

"No, I won't," Alex refused more confidently.

"Is it final?" Margaret asked, with her finger pointed at Alex.

"Yes, it is," Alex said with his chest out, not at all intimidated by Margaret.

"Then stay still," She said.

"As if I will," Alex laughed off as he heard her.

"I will do it on my own then," Margaret said as she tried to grab hold of his shirt.

"What have you been watching lately? Do you think this is a plot of some Hentai? JAV? "Listening to her, Alex finally gave in, "Why are you so adamant about removing my shirt?" Alex asked.

"What hentai? What JAV?" Margaret looked confused, "What kind of funny shit are you in, Alex?"

"I am?" Surprised by her words, Alex asked, "You are the one with a weird fetish, and you are pointing fingers at me?"

"What weird fetish? You must not have taken a bath. I am just going to wipe you up," Margaret said, trying to keep a straight face, "I read it in a magazine about health and hygiene."

"If that's the case, I can do it on my own then. No need for you to trouble yourself," Alex said as he tried to take the wet towel from her hand.

"I am trying to set aside my embarrassment here for your sake, but instead of being grateful, you are acting like a kid," Margaret kept the towel away from Alex's reach as she tried to justify herself.

"I won't let you do something unimaginable with..." Alex tried to put on the last defence.

But Margaret didn't let him, placing her finger on his lips, "Shush... not a word more," she stopped him from saying anything else.

Margaret, with her long, fair, skinny fingers, got herself busy in unbuttoning his shirt.

Alex gulped, seeing Margaret's big boobs almost hitting his face. Though he showed that he resisted, he was very much anticipating what was going to come next. As she unbuttoned his shirt, he placed his hand on her smooth thigh and started gently caressing it. Martha smiled as she looked into his eyes.

Caressing her thigh, his hand slowly slipped under her dress and was soon on another smooth fabric, 'It's her panties,' Alex thought.

Even Margaret shivered when Alex pulled up her dress, and her blue G-strings were on display. She could feel the coldness of his palms on her butt. She stopped unbuttoning his shirt, leaned forward and whispered, "No one has made this far. You are the first, Alex."

Alex's hand caressing her milky white ass stopped in its tracks. Alex looked with shock and surprise at Margaret's face hoping for her to laugh and brush it off as a joke. But no, he couldn't find any sign of her being joking.

'Then what about all those rumours? Those men? All that extravagant lifestyle? What was it all?' Alex could not help but think about all that.

On the other hand, when Margaret saw Alex looking at her confused, her face slowly inched closer for her to capture those defenceless lips. Looking at those lips, she slowly approached them. Margaret was in no hurry. It was going to be her first kiss with Alex, and she wanted to savour it. Soon she could feel his ragged breath on her face, the smell of his sweat was intoxicating. Her lips were only an inch away from his.

"Alex, look who's here..."

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