37 comments/ 96949 views/ 24 favorites Brian's Weekend By: Tony155 "I want a divorce." Those bitter words sizzled through Brian Robinson's mind over and over again as he drove through the dark, rainy countryside of central Michigan. It had been three weeks since she said those awful words to him, three long unforgettable weeks of living with someone who had fallen out of love with him, living with someone who no longer shared his bed after eight years of marriage, instead preferring the guests' bedroom for her solitude and independence. After the shock and anger had worn down to where he could speak, Brian tried to reason with Tina and more important, tried to figure out why she wanted to end their marriage. But, it was to no avail as she could offer no satisfactory reason, at least in Brian's mind, for wanting a divorce. Her words rang hollow as his anger rose again. He had to leave before he did something he would regret forever. The rain fell harder and Brian feared he would have to pull over if his line of vision got worse. Thinking back over the weeks, he could only sigh and shake his head. He didn't regret giving Tina the ultimatum to either act like a wife and try to work things out or leave. She was his wife and not his guest, he pointed out to her. In the end, though, it still surprised him how little time it took for her to decide to begin packing. That had been two days before and he didn't ask where she was going nor had she contacted him. It was just as well. He figured she went to stay with her parents as she had done once before when one of their arguments got overheated. Perhaps he would call her. Then again, probably not. The day after Tina left, he called his best friend and poured out his troubles into her caring ear. He had met Gretchen Allen at the police academy seven years before, sitting next to each other that first day. By the end of the week, they were having lunch together and soon became close friends. They both graduated near the top of their class and were assigned the midnight shift. They were never partners since the department's policy was to have single units, but they saw enough of each other on duty and off to keep their friendship strong. It surprised and saddened Brian when Gretchen announced she was transferring two hundred miles south to another department after five years on the force together. It was closer to her family, she explained, but it didn't lessen the heartache Brian felt. It saddened Tina, also, because Gretchen was sweet and kind to her as well. They kept in touch and visited each other now and then as Brian and Tina were always welcome at Gretchen's condo by Saginaw Bay. It was after they had talked for almost an hour when she suggested he come down and spend the weekend at her place, something he secretly hoped she would do. He needed some time away and this would be perfect for him. "Are you sure I won't be a bother?" "You've never been a bother before and you never will be," she replied. "Besides, that sofa bed needs to be used." "Can't I sleep with you?" he joked, something they always did with each other. "Yeah, but you'll have to move the dog," she answered, tongue firmly planted in her cheek. The rain continued to beat down on his windshield, but he didn't want to stop, not now when he was fairly close to her home. His mind turned to their days on the force and the times they shared off duty. They constantly joked about hooking up together in a remote hotel for some hot, steamy, pelvic grinding sex, not that Brian would have minded hooking up with Gretchen. It was only wishful thinking because he would never do anything like that to hurt his marriage and he knew Gretchen would want no part of it, either. "How ironic," he grumbled to himself at the thought. Gretchen had been married once, but had been divorced for three years. It was Brian who put her to bed after she passed out when she celebrated a bit too much after the divorce was final. He thought of taking a peek under her tee shirt and sweat pants, but he knew he would never be able to look her in the eye again. Once he removed her shoes, he kissed her forehead and covered her up before leaving. They had become closer since then, if that was possible, and their jokes of getting together for a night of intimate passion started to be less funny and more of a wistful longing. When they visited and long after Tina had gone to bed, they would sit on the patio of her condo and talk for hours, sometimes holding hands throughout. It never seemed to bother Tina that they were such close friends. At least she never said anything about it to Brian. About ten minutes later, Brian pulled into Gretchen's complex for the first time without Tina by his side and it felt strange to him. In their eight years of marriage, they had never spent a night apart from each other until Tina's self-imposed exile. All of the sudden he felt nervous and on edge being alone with another woman for a weekend, never mind it was his best friend whom he loved like a sister. He knocked on her door and whatever was bothering him melted away when he saw her. At five feet ten, she was just a little shorter than he. She was wearing black slacks and a teal blouse and her dark, but wavy auburn hair was tied in a ponytail with a yellow ribbon. Her soft hazel eyes met his steel blue ones and she smiled. Without saying a word, she opened her arms and hugged him. Her soft, flowery perfume wafted under his nose and he inhaled to catch more of the scent. "I'm so sorry," she said after they parted. "I wish there was something more I could say." Brian nodded and picked up the bag he had dropped to the ground outside. He closed the door behind him and turned the deadbolt. "There's nothing much to say," he said. "Are you hungry? I've got some stew left over from supper?" He had already eaten on the road, but Gretchen's cooking was something he always savored. "I'd love a bowl of stew," he replied as he placed his bag on the floor near the sofa. "Great," Gretchen said, "just sit down and relax. It'll only take a few minutes to heat." She then moved to the kitchen. Brian thought about sitting down, but the sound of the rain and the waves of Saginaw Bay lapping against the shore but sixty yards away caught his attention. He walked to the patio door and stepped out, partly closing the door behind him. The lights of the marina could be seen and a full moon cast a shimmering bright light over the water. The clouds had parted and the rain had diminished to a fine mist, causing Brian to presume it would end soon. It was still warm that June evening and Brian enjoyed being there, if but for all the wrong reasons. Gretchen watched Brian with interest as he looked at the water. It came as no surprise to her to hear of their breakup. Call it intuition. Call it being able to see subtle changes in their relationship. Call it whatever you want, but Gretchen saw it coming. She tried to warn Brian quietly about things she saw or heard, but he ignored her or didn't want to listen. Whatever it was, he didn't get it and now he was here with her seeking refuge. No, she thought, that was too strong a word. Perhaps it was a safe haven for him. She sighed and lit the burner on the stove. It would take but several minutes for the stew too warm. It didn't feel odd to her that Brian was alone and visiting. It was almost like a brother or someone else from her family dropping by. They had known each other for seven years and he was the closest friend she'd ever had. She shared things with him that her family didn't know, especially key elements that led to her divorce. They never knew of the psychological beating she took, nor the physical. She never forgot the rage in Brian's eyes when she told him of it, nor did she stop him when he insisted upon talking to her husband. The beatings stopped after that, but the head games were worse than ever. Gretchen never knew what Brian had said to him and he never spoke of it. She was too scared to really want to know. She set a place for one and made a small salad for him. Once the stew was warm, she poured an icy glass of blackberry wine for him and dished out a plateful of the steaming stew. She called for him, but the door was closed too far for him to hear. Moving to the door, she stepped through and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your stew's ready." As if he didn't hear, he said, "You picked a beautiful spot, here, Gretchen. I could watch this forever. I've always loved visiting here." She smiled, thinking about how much she enjoyed his visits. "I look at the water quite a bit myself. It's very calming, isn't it?" Brian nodded before turning to her. "After I eat, would you want to take a walk with me? I mean, if it isn't raining," he added. "I'd love to," Gretchen answered. She tugged at his arm. "Come on before the stew gets cold again." He followed her into her home once more and sat down to his meal. Gretchen watched silently as Brian devoured everything within minutes, although he took his time with the wine, taking an occasional sip now and then. "There's more if you want," she said when he finished. "No, no," he said as he pressed a napkin to his mouth. "That was really good. Thanks." "You're welcome." "You've always been a great cook. I love everything you've made for me." "Really?" she asked, her eyebrows raised. "I never knew you noticed." Gretchen stood up and began to clear the table. Brian saw her hips sway sweetly beneath her slacks as she moved away. "Of course I noticed," he replied with an indignant tone to his voice. "I notice a lot of things." His eyes were still looking at her backside. "Such as?" "I noticed how pretty you look tonight." "Oh, come on!" "No, really. You usually wear jeans or sweat pants with a tee shirt and here you are with a nice top and slacks greeting me at the door with a smile. You were a sight for sore eyes. How could I not notice that?" Gretchen smiled inwardly knowing he got her with that. She had tried to make herself look attractive for him that evening. "So, what's wrong with wearing a nice top and slacks?" she asked. "Not a thing," he replied. "It's just that you normally don't .... " His voice trailed off. "I don't what?" she demanded. "Were you going to say I don't normally look pretty? If you were, I'm going to beat you with this spoon." She held the serving spoon in front of her as if she meant business. "No," he shook his head, smiling, "you always look pretty. Why do you think I sat down next to you at the academy?" "You always said it was because you needed to cheat off someone and I looked smarter than anyone else in the room," she retorted. "Think again." Gretchen blushed and turned away. Why was he saying these things to her? And why was she loving every second of it? Without looking back, she put the extra food away in the refrigerator. Brian brought his plate, glass, and utensils to the kitchen and placed them near the sink as Gretchen closed the refrigerator door. "Thanks for letting me stay here," he said, changing the subject. "It was good for me to get away from all the negativity. This is just what I need." "You can come anytime you want. You know that." She moved around him and began to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. "I don't want to wear out my welcome." "The only thing I want you to wear out is the welcome mat coming through the door." She closed the dishwasher door and looked at him. "If you want to come every weekend, I'll give you an extra key." Brian's jaw dropped as he listened to her. "You're not serious!" "Bet me?" she said with her hand resting on the bar. Brian looked at her and he could tell she was all business. There was no hint of laughter in her eyes and her brows were narrowed. She was indeed serious. "I couldn't come every weekend," he replied in a soft tone. Gretchen smiled and turned to clean her stove top. Over her shoulder, she said, "Go ahead and change into something cooler. It'll be warm for our walk." Looking down at his jeans and dress shirt, he figured he was overdressed for a casual stroll on the beach. Shaking his head, Brian took his bag and headed for the bathroom. By the time he emerged, Gretchen had disappeared into her bedroom to change into casual clothes suitable for beach strolling. As she dressed into khaki shorts, a tee shirt and flip flops, she began to question her own motives for inviting Brian. At first, it appeared innocent enough as she had often invited him to her place for no particular reason, but she knew it was different this time. He was alone this time and free of Tina, whom she liked, but didn't trust, never did. She wouldn't mind if Brian came every weekend. It would certainly break the boredom of being alone and not having someone special in her life. How special was Brian to her? It was never to the point where she wanted Brian and Tina's marriage to end, but she was only sorry because it caused Brian pain. To her, it was perhaps an opportunity to open Brian's eyes and let him know someone was out there for him, someone who loved him and would never hurt him. When she finished, she saw him at the patio door again looking out to the water, his hands stuffed in his shorts pockets. "Is it still raining?" she asked. "No, it's clear," he replied without turning. "I'll get a blanket." "It's warm out," he said, turning her way. "We don't need a blanket." "I thought we might sit on the beach for a while after our walk," Gretchen explained. Brian nodded his approval. "Sure. Okay, that sounds fine." Seconds later, they were ready to go. Sparky, her Heinz 57 pooch who had a bit of golden retriever in him, came out of her bedroom for the first time. He sniffed at Brian indifferently before licking Gretchen's hand. "Don't mind him," she said as she rubbed his head and ears vigorously. "He's been a bit of a grump the last few days." She snapped his leash to his collar, then Brian opened the door for both of them. Once on the beach, Gretchen placed the blanket on the dock and kicked off her flip flops. Brian placed his sandals in the same area and they began their walk. There were only a few other people roaming the beach at that time of night and Gretchen was happy for that. She enjoyed the solitude an empty beach offered her at times. It wasn't difficult to see because of the moonlight and the sand beneath them was stiff from the rain it had absorbed. The cool water lapped across their feet as it rushed to shore. They brushed against each other periodically as their unbalanced bodies tried to find level ground. Finally, it was Brian who slipped his arm around her waist and if by some sort of magic, their gaits became in sync with each other. They stopped periodically as Sparky investigated or rummaged through this or that. After almost a mile, they turned and began their journey back to her condo. Throughout their walk, they said little. Every so often, Brian would find something that interested him and would question Gretchen about it, but they were mainly silent. As they approached the property of her condo unit, Brian stopped and pulled her close. "You're the best friend I could ever have," he whispered in her ear. "Of course I am," she joked, giggling. The thing was, she really didn't know how to respond. He sounded so sincere, so serious. Brian didn't let go of her, but drew her closer until her breast was pressed against his chest. In the shining moonlight, she could see his handsome face peering at her with a sly smile etched across it. She always thought he was a handsome man. Brian moved closer and tilted his head as he neared her lips ... Thinking quickly, Gretchen said, "I better put Sparky in the house. I'll be right back." Puzzled, Brian stopped and pulled back. "Okay." As she walked her dog back to the condo, Gretchen thought about what had just transpired. She just couldn't let him kiss her then, even though she wanted it very bad. It had been a long time since she had been kissed and she couldn't think of anyone she would rather be kissed by than Brian. Ever since her divorce, he was the one she thought of in her private moments when a man wasn't around. She ached to kiss his lips and his body she wanted to hold. And it was because of her feelings for him that she moved to Bay City. She tried to think clearly as she opened the door for her dog. Was this something she wanted to happen? Deep down inside, yes, she wanted it to happen for purely selfish reasons. She had wanted Brian for a long time and couldn't help but be jealous of Tina for having him. In her mind, he was the best and no one could compare to him. After closing the door, she turned and saw Brian's silhouette near the shore. Oh, how she wanted him to kiss her! Gretchen sighed quietly and felt the nervous butterflies fighting for control in her stomach. Shoving her hands in her pockets, she slowly made her way back to the beach. She came up behind him and placed both hands on his shoulders. "I'm sorry," she said. His shoulders heaved in a heavy sigh. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have done it." Head bowed, Gretchen moved around him until she faced him, her feet becoming wet from the gentle waves rolling over them. She put her hands on his chest before speaking. "I don't want to get hurt," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I'd never hurt you," he replied. With his thumb, he brushed a stray tear from her cheek. "I can't love you if you're still married. Don't you see that?" She searched his face carefully for answers. "I'm not married anymore, at least not in my heart," he pointed out to her. "I can't love someone who doesn't love me. I just can't." Brian exhaled deeply as his true feelings were made known. "It's just a piece of paper now with no meaning, no feeling." He then drew Gretchen close and hugged her. Gretchen moved her hands from his chest before she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her. She could feel his slow, warm breathing against her neck as her mind raced. Could this really be happening to her? Could she allow him to love her and let herself love him? Pushing away her thoughts, Gretchen kissed his cheek, her lips brushing against his day old beard. She lifted his chin with her forefinger and her eyes met his. Gretchen could see the pleasure her little kiss gave him as she saw his blue eyes dancing in the moonlight. She waited impatiently for him to make the next move, but he continued to gaze at her, a faint smile peeking from the corners of his mouth. Taking matters into her own hands, Gretchen pulled his face forward and began to kiss him. Her kisses were feathery and light and Brian delighted in them. They had kissed but once before as a joke under mistletoe, but that had been years ago. Brian returned her kisses with his own and soon it wasn't clear who was kissing whom. Her kisses continued to be soft and easy as she tasted his lips and explored their texture. Her heart was fluttering with excitement and gentle tingles invaded her body. Light-headed and giddy after a minute or two, Gretchen pulled away to regain her senses. Before her, Brian stood with a bemused expression on his face. Looking up to him, she said, "That's how I always hoped it would feel." With Brian watching her every move, she went to the dock and took the blanket back to where he was standing. Moving up the beach, she spread it out and sat down with her legs folded under her. Brian followed suit and sat down beside her. Their hands found each other, but a nervousness still came between them. Brian gazed at the sky and saw the stars had come out. He could never get over how many there were whenever he was visiting compared to his home. The moon seemed to be brighter and fuller, too. "Where do we go from here?" Gretchen finally asked, breaking the awkward silence. Brian's Weekend Brian looked at a wave rolling in before answering. "I don't know," he sighed. "I wish I had some magic button to press. I broke my crystal ball a long time ago," he laughed. "You're silly," Gretchen said, punching his arm playfully. She watched him as his attention was turned to the water once more. "Do you think you'd like to be more than just friends with me?" "You know I would." "Me too," she agreed. "Maybe we can spend the rest of the weekend getting to know each other better and see what happens." He squeezed her hand. "I'd like that." For the rest of their time there, they talked and kissed and watched the waves splash along the shore. It was after midnight when they picked up and walked back arm in arm to the house. Gretchen tossed the blanket on the chair by the door and turned the dead bolt. Brian was exhausted by then and looked forward to sleep, but he also wanted to be with her. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked. "Wine? Beer?" Brian shook his head and reached for her, gathering her in his arms. Gretchen stiffened and pulled away. Puzzled, Brian let go of her. "Just a second," she said. "I want to draw the drapes." Brian understood instantly as anyone could see into her condo from the beach. After closing the drapes, Gretchen moved back to Brian. "Now, where were we?" Brian laughed and took her in his arms again. "I believe I was about to kiss you again." "And I believe I'm going to let you," Gretchen replied. This time, his kisses were more urgent and passionate than they were on the beach. Gretchen noticed immediately the sincerity of his affection and let herself melt in his arms. Her kisses in return were warmer and more intense in nature than before. Buoyed by this change, Brian's hand found her left breast and he cupped it, giving a gentle squeeze. Gretchen groaned from the pleasure it gave her, but she wasn't ready to go any further than kissing that night. Placing her hand over his, she deftly held it and then removed it from her breast. Looking in his eyes, she said, "Not tonight, baby," and gave him a reassuring smile. "You can't blame me for trying," he said as he kissed her hand. He laughed. "In fact, I think you would have been disappointed if didn't try." Gretchen laughed, too, because she knew it was true. "You know me too well." She moved away from him now that intensity of their moment was gone. "Come on, help me with the sofa so I can make your bed." As they began preparing the sofa bed, the wind picked up as another storm approached. The waves lapped against the shore angrily as the wind whistled through the trees. Gretchen paid no attention to it as she went to the linen closet to find some sheets, a pillow and a blanket. On the other hand, Brian moved to the patio door and looked through the blinds. When Gretchen returned, Brian moved away from the door to help her. Within minutes, it was done and they looked at each other. Brian's attention was diverted once more to the fast approaching storm. "Don't you like storms?" she asked. "Not really," he replied. "You can turn on the stereo or TV if that'll help you sleep." "Being next to you in your bed would help me sleep." "No, no, no," Gretchen said, shaking her finger at him, "you wouldn't get any sleep there." She grinned. "And I wouldn't get any sleep, either." "It doesn't hurt to ask." Gretchen giggled nervously before turning and going to her room to change. "Be back in a few minutes," she called over her shoulder. Brian watched her leave before he grabbed a pair of sweat pants from his bag and headed to the bathroom. When she emerged from her bedroom, she knocked on the closed bathroom door. "Are you decent?" she asked. "I need to brush my teeth." "No, but come on in anyway," Brian teased. Silence. "I'm decent, Gretchen. You can come in." The door knob turned and the door opened slowly. Brian walked to the door and opened it all the way. He was wearing a pair of black sweat pants, but was shirtless. Gretchen looked at him in admiration. She had never seen him without a shirt on before and she was impressed at his definition. His arms, shoulders and chest were nicely muscled for a somewhat thin person. "You've been working out," she said. "Two or three times a week." He stepped aside and Gretchen brushed past. She was wearing a forest green nightgown which came down to her knees. Even though it was modest, Brian thought she looked sexy in it. "It shows." "Thanks." While she brushed her teeth, Brian left and put his clothes in his bag. While he was there, he took out his own toothbrush and toothpaste and returned to the bathroom. Gretchen finished just as he was about to begin. "Could you leave for a minute?" she asked. "I need to pee." "Can't I watch?" he asked, grinning. "No. I can't pee with someone watching. You just want to see my pussy, that's all." "What's wrong with that?" The thought of seeing her pussy caused a stir beneath his waist. "Go on, get out," she said, shaking her head and dismissing him with a wave of her hand. "It'll only take me a couple minutes." "Okay, okay," he laughed. He closed the door behind him and waited until she finished. When he was finished in the bathroom, Brian noticed the wind was stronger than before and heard the rain pounding upon the ceiling and the windows. Gretchen saw the trepidation in his eyes and it melted her. He was still so much like a kid at times. She moved to his side and hugged him. "The storm won't keep you awake, will it?" "Probably." "I've got some sleeping pills you can use." "No," he replied, shaking his head. "I always feel like I'm in a fog the next day." "Well, it's there if you want it." "Thanks, but no. I'll be okay. I should be able to get through it." "Well, if you get scared, I'll keep my door open," she smiled wickedly at him. Brian blinked and he wasn't sure if she was joking or not. "I wouldn't trust myself," he said. Gretchen laughed, "Neither would I." She kissed him sweetly on the lips. "Good night, Brian. I really love you." Brian released her and winked. "I love you, too." As Gretchen walked away to her bedroom, Brian couldn't help but wish he was accompanying her as he watched her hips sway sweetly underneath the green satin of her nightgown. When she disappeared into the darkness and the sounds of sheets being rustled was heard, Brian opened the drapes and turned out the lights before settling into his own bed. Distant rolling thunder could be heard and a flash of lightning was seen from time to time. While waiting for sleep to overtake him, Brian thought back to their time on the beach when they first professed their love for each other. It was not a revelation for either of the two, rather a mere verbal affirmation of the truth. In their own minds, each knew they loved the other for quite a while. Now, they felt they had the strength to say it aloud. Brian's heart was beating quickly as he thought of Gretchen's playful invitation to her bed. How serious was she or was she being serious at all? He didn't know then and he didn't know now. He thought she was cute and sexy from the moment he first saw her and thinking of her in a sexual way was not an unnatural thing for him. Exploring her sexually was something he wanted to do now and marriage vows be damned. In his mind, he wasn't married anymore, so it didn't matter. As he had feared, sleep did not come easily for Brian. The storm and thoughts of Gretchen swirled through his mind like a whirling dervish and he wondered how long it would take. As the minutes ticked away in his brain, he finally started to drift off. Just before all turned dark, he wondered if Gretchen was having trouble sleeping, too. A bright morning sun greeted Brian as he woke slowly from his slumber. Sitting up on his elbows, Brian squinted toward the window and then in the direction of Gretchen's room. She wasn't up yet, or she wasn't out of her room. As he got accustomed to the brightness, Brian looked at the kitchen clock and saw it was a few minutes after eight. His bladder was protesting, so he lazily got up and bumbled and stumbled to the bathroom. Once he finished, he looked in the mirror as he washed his hands and saw his tousled blond hair and heavy growth of a beard in its reflection. "I've seen worse," he mumbled to no one in particular. He ran his wet hands through his hair in hopes of getting it in place. It looked better, but not much. He left the bathroom and looked in the direction of Gretchen's bedroom. Her door was still open, so he wandered over and peeked inside. Sparky was in his cage sound asleep and Gretchen had already kicked off her covers and was laying on her left side looking at him. Her nightgown was pulled up a little above her knees showing part of her lower thigh. "Hey there," he said quietly. "Hey yourself," she replied. "I didn't know if you were awake, so I thought I'd check." "I've been awake for a while. Come in and sit with me." She patted the bed as an invitation. Brian moved to her side and laid down next to her, his head propped upon his right elbow. Gretchen leaned over and kissed him lightly. "How did you sleep?" she asked. "Terrible," he grinned. "What about you?" "No better, I think." Her hand moved to his shoulder as she tried to snuggle closer. "I was thinking maybe you would want me to take you out for breakfast this morning," he suggested. "I'm not all that hungry," Gretchen replied. Instead, she kissed him again and pressed her body into his. "I like this better than breakfast," she sighed. They kissed for several minutes as Gretchen's hand began to massage Brian shoulder and back as she made lazy circles over and over his skin. It felt wonderful to Brian, so wonderful that he almost didn't notice her leg rubbing over his thigh. Slowly and deliberately, her leg rubbed back and forth as pleasant sounds escaped her lips. Brian never broke eye contact with her as they continued to kiss without any rush or urgency. He started to trace his fingernails over her exposed skin around her shoulder blades to the back of her neck. Gretchen moaned her approval and moved her shoulders back and forth in time with his fingers and continued rubbing her leg over and over again across his thigh. Brian broke eye contact for just a second and glanced down at her leg. Her nightgown had hiked up a bit and quite a bit of her taut thigh was exposed. His heartbeat quickened and he began to harden below. He was thankful for wearing black at that moment. He looked back at Gretchen and she was smiling in a coy way. She moved her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him to her waiting lips. After a few more minutes, Brian let his hand wonder down her side to her shapely butt. Feeling no resistance, Brian started to rub, caress and knead it. Sensual sounding murmurs from Gretchen showed her approval. Her kisses became more passionate and fiery and their tongues briefly dueled for a few seconds. Her breathing was quicker and more ragged as a heat began to form between her thighs. Brian became braver and slowly moved his hand down and under the embroidered hem, then moved up toward her inner thighs. Gretchen moaned from the sensation and tugged at her gown to reveal more. Brian found her fuzzy patch of pubic hair and caressed it with the back of his hand and his fingers. Gretchen shivered and trembled from his touch as delicious little tremors started to invade her. They continued to kiss deeply as she parted her legs and invited him to explore even more. Brian was very hard by then and although he was wearing only sweat pants, he still felt confined. He easily found her sweet secret center with his fingers and she was already moist and slick. He could feel the primal heat coming from her loins and this excited him to no end as well. Gretchen groaned again and pushed her hips forward in hopes of convincing Brian to insert his fingers. By this time, she was almost laying on his thigh. "Put your fingers in me, Brian. I love being fingered." Brian smiled and brushed his fingers against her clit before pressing two fingers near her entrance. Slowly, he inserted one, then the second finger inside her. A low, guttural sound escaped Gretchen's lips as she welcomed Brian's invasion. He pushed his fingers in and out as he used his thumb to tease her clit. Her velvety vaginal walls closed around them and drew them inward as he maintained his pace. "That feels so good, Brian," she gasped. "I can usually get off with fingers alone, but I'm so nervous." "I'm nervous, too," he admitted. He let out a groan himself as Gretchen's fingers grasped hold of his rigid penis through the cloth of his sweat pants. Stronger tremors and waves invaded her as she tried to relax and let herself enjoy Brian's touch. Slowly, Brian picked up his pace and he noticed she was getting wetter and tighter and her breathing, heavier and more ragged. Soon, Gretchen could feel herself reaching a crescendo. Reaching down, she found her clit and rubbed furiously until she reached her breaking point. Her hips shook violently and Brian could feel her insides quivering and contracting as Gretchen yelled his name more than once. Warm wetness flooded his fingers as he continued stroking her insides. "Oh Brian, oh Brian," she repeated over and over again. As her orgasmic contractions lessened, they were replaced by gentle rolling waves which gave her a wonderful afterglow sensation. Gretchen rolled to her right, removing her leg from his thigh and sighed heavily once she was on her back, a silly grin plastered on her face. Her nightgown was bunched up over her waist. Brian extracted his fingers and licked them greedily. Gretchen smiled. "Do I taste good?" "Wonderful," he remarked. He looked down at her sex and smiled. In his mind, she had a very nice looking pussy. He couldn't wait to get his mouth and tongue on it. "Like what you see?" she asked when she caught his attention. "I love it." He almost said it looked better than Tina's, but he caught himself before he made that fatal mistake. "Could you take your nightgown off?" he asked instead. Without answering, Gretchen sat up and swiftly removed the gown, tossing it to the floor and leaving herself completely naked before him. Brian's eyes traveled up and down her body in admiration. Her small breasts were round and full with no sag and her abdomen was flat and toned. "God, you're beautiful," he said. He then looked at her face. "But, I always knew you'd be." Gretchen blushed and noticed someone in the room was grossly overdressed. She reached inside his waistband and began tugging it down toward his butt. Brian got the hint immediately and began to help her. His proud, rigid penis jutted out when freed from its confinement. "Oh, that's a nice one," Gretchen cooed upon first sight. She took it in her hands and lovingly tugged on it, eliciting a groan from its owner. Looking at Brian and smiling, she said, "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Lay on your back." Brian did as he was told and watched as Gretchen straddled him and took him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around its head and licked up one side of his seven inch hardness and down the other, moving her right hand up and down the shaft in rhythm. With her left hand, she rubbed his balls with her fingertips. Brian's toes were curled from the sensation and from watching her breasts sway back and forth. Brian reached up and cupped her left breast, kneading it with love and gentleness. He played with her nipple, immediately making it stiffen. Gretchen shuddered from the sensation, but continued to suck and lick, pausing only to catch her breath now and then. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Gretchen stopped and smiled at him. "I want you inside me," she said as if almost asking permission. "I thought you'd never ask," Brian replied. Gretchen moved up on the bed until her torso was even with Brian's. With one hand, she held his penis upright and with the other, she spread her pussy lips apart. Slowly, she lowered herself and Brian thought it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen when she delicately sank herself onto him. She groaned loudly at his intrusion as he was thicker and longer than his two fingers. When he was all the way in, Brian grabbed both sides of her hips to steady her. Taking this as a sign, Gretchen slowly began to buck up and down on his stiff, rock-hard penis, her silky soft vaginal walls lovingly caressing it. "I won't last very long," he warned, panting from the excitement building up within. "I don't care," she answered from above. "I want to feel you squirt." Brian thought she looked gorgeous as she rode him. Her breasts swayed sexily up and down and he couldn't resist taking them in his hands and playing with them. His thumbs circled her nipples, making them pucker and harden. Gretchen moaned at his touch as she moved her head from side to side. "I love having them played with," she panted. It was but a few minutes later when his testicles tensed, his jaw clenched, and his penis began pulsating within her. Gretchen ground her pelvis into his and felt the throbbing and spurting of his penis within her. She could imagine his sperm coating her walls with his warm, sticky seed as she pushed down and clenched her muscles. Brian felt the extra pressure from her and that seemed to make his orgasm last even longer. He couldn't remember the last time intercourse felt so good to him. Finally, after five strong contractions, his penis softened a little, but stayed inside her. Gretchen looked down at Brian, whose eyes were closed, but had a blissful smile on his face. She didn't care that she didn't have another orgasm. Having him inside her was wonderful enough. She had a distinct feeling there would be another time and place for him to make her cum. Afterward, they held each other and cuddled for the longest time until Sparky woke. He pawed at the door of his cage and whined until he got their attention. Gretchen sighed and knew their time together would have to be interrupted. "He needs to be walked," she said. Reluctantly, she got up and looked for her bathrobe, all the while being watched by Brian. "I wish you didn't have to get dressed. You look beautiful naked," he said from the bed. "Thank you," she smiled. She found her robe and moved to his side of the bed where she kissed him once more. "Go ahead and take a shower and I'll be back in a few minutes," Gretchen instructed as she shrugged it on. Ignoring her request, Brian got up and moved to her. Taking her in his arms, he said, "You're so beautiful." He then kissed her hard. Gretchen's knees went weak instantly at his touch as she tried to regain her focus. She kissed him back for a couple of seconds before pushing away. "I love what you're doing, but I don't want him to have an accident. I'll be back soon." "Okay," Brian said with disappointment in his voice and he let her go. While she was out, Brian took a quick shower and was almost finished shaving when her soft knock was heard on the door. She came in without waiting for a reply, dropped her bathrobe to the floor and headed straight to the toilet and sat down. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "but I can't wait." "Do you want me to leave?" "No," she said as her stream began to spill into the bowl, "well, only if you want to." "I'm okay with it," he replied and resumed shaving. More than once, he glanced at her naked body sitting next to him and could only marvel at his luck. After she finished, she wiped and flushed the toilet. Gretchen touched his shoulder and asked, "Are you still taking me out to breakfast?" Brian's Weekend "I thought you weren't hungry?" "Sex whets my appetite," she grinned. "I'm starving!" "Then I guess I'd better get you fed before you pass out." Brian made one more swipe along his chin with his razor and he was finished. "I need to take a shower first," she replied. "Your sperm is oozing out of me. I'll probably go through two or three panties today," she laughed. "You don't have to wear panties," he suggested. "Yeah, right," she countered. "What am I supposed to do, put in a tampon or let it run down my leg all day?" "Interesting question," he said, rubbing his chin. He looked down at her inner thighs and could see a mixture of dried and moist sperm on them. It was wickedly erotic and he hardened instantly. "Well, while you think about it, I'm taking a shower." They were ready to go within the hour and had a delightful breakfast at a small diner near her condo. Brian spoke little during the meal and seemed to be in deep thought. Gretchen wasn't sure what to make of his lack of communication at that point. "Are you having second thoughts about this morning?" she asked. Jolted out of his thoughts, Brian looked at her and took her hand from across the small table. "No way," he said, shaking his head. "This morning was about the only thing that's made sense to me in the past month." He looked away and cleared his throat. "Do you want to know something?" Gretchen nodded. "I wish I had met you sooner than . . . " His voice faltered as he looked down. Gretchen smiled and pressed her finger to his lips. "You don't have to say it. I know. I wish the same thing." Brian looked down again. "It just seemed like I wasted eight years when we could have been together instead," he lamented. "You didn't waste those years," she corrected him. "I think you guys had a good marriage until recently." "Yeah, maybe. I don't know. It just that Tina's never let me get really close to her. She's never let me inside her thoughts. It's always been a guessing game as to how she's feeling or what she wants." Brian laughed. "I think I know you better than I've ever known her." Gretchen couldn't disagree with him because she always kept her emotions on her sleeve. She didn't like head games or guessing games. In their times alone, married or not, she always felt she could tell him anything. She left his last statement alone unanswered as they finished their meal. Afterward, Gretchen drove them to a nearby shopping center where she shopped for a birthday gift for her mom. Hand in hand, they walked and browsed until she found what she wanted. After the purchase, they began the short drive back to her condo. "So, what do you want to do the rest of the day?" she asked. Brian raised his eyebrows and smiled without saying a word. Gretchen giggled and felt herself moisten between her thighs once again. This time, the wetness was not from Brian's earlier deposit. She was starting to get horny again just from the mere suggestion of it and it felt wonderful. Minutes later, they entered her condo and Gretchen noticed a new message on her answering machine. After closing the door, she went to the machine and pressed a button to listen to it. "Hey Gretchen," a sniffling, crying Tina said, "if you hear from Brian, please have him call me. I really need to talk to him. I think you probably know why. Thanks." I know why, Gretchen thought to herself. You want him back now. You fucked up and you want him to take you back. Damn it all! She looked at Brian, who looked sad, confused, and maybe even a little guilty. The look of guilt angered Gretchen and she instantly thought about what he said at the restaurant. She could see he was turning things over in his head. Brian rummaged through his pants pocket and took out his cell phone. It was then he remembered he had turned it off when he arrived the previous evening. He looked at Gretchen and could tell she was upset and he couldn't blame her. It was terrible timing, but he couldn't just ignore the call. He had to find out what Tina wanted. He had to. "I'll call her in your room if that's okay," he said. "Do what you need to do," she replied brusquely, not wishing to hide her anger. She turned and went into the kitchen. Brian went to the bedroom, but didn't bother closing the door. Sparky was curled up in a corner sound asleep. As he punched in her number, he saw the rumpled sheets on the bed as they had left them. He could almost imagine smelling the exotic aroma of sex in the air, but that was all it was, an imagination. As he waited for her to answer, Brian let out a heavy sigh. "Brian, I'm so glad you called," Tina cried after she picked up. "I've been trying to call you for hours." "I was out and I forgot to turn on my phone," he replied. "What's up?" "I've been so stupid. I can't believe how stupid I've been! Can you ever forgive me?" she pleaded. Brian winced and cleared his throat. He had rarely heard that tone from her and it always affected him. "I love you and I need you, Brian," she continued. "Please, take me back. I'm so sorry." She broke down and began to cry again. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. Brian thought carefully as his heart began to tear in two. Did he still love her enough to take her back? She had been his life for more than eight years, but was it enough? His thoughts turned to the woman in the kitchen, the woman he had loved that morning and was going to love the rest of the day. What was he going to tell her? Gretchen began to make a pot of coffee after Brian went to her room. She could hear his voice rise and fall in hushed tones with pauses in between, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. Her anger was still there, but she was resigned to the fact that she could never have him, not in the way she really wanted and needed him. That was quite clear when he decided to call Tina back that fast. He had sex with her that morning and that was enough for him because Tina crooked her finger in his direction and he would leave. The tears began to fall and she made no effort to stop them. She loved him, damn it! She knew she loved him more than Tina ever did or could. Didn't that mean anything to him? Wasn't that morning just as beautiful to him as it was to her or was she just a convenient friend to fuck? Furious at the change of the tide, Gretchen slammed her fist on the counter top and didn't mind the pain it caused. How could he just push her aside like that? Gretchen looked to the ceiling and blinked, but the tears continued to fall. She would always love him. She knew that, but she didn't know if she could ever forgive him. In the other room, Brian closed his phone and dropped it in his pocket. He sighed from relief and his shoulders sagged when he finished. It was a new beginning for them and he was happy with his decision, but he wondered how Gretchen would take the news. Not wishing to prolong it any further, Brian walked out of the bedroom and found Gretchen in the kitchen sipping from a cup. Normally, the smell of freshly brewed coffee was wonderful to his nose, but the aroma was lost on him as he was thinking of other things. Gretchen didn't look up after she placed her cup on a saucer. She folded her arms and waited for him to say his good byes. "We need to talk," Brian began. "I think maybe you should go before I say something horrible that will ruin our friendship," she replied bitterly. "I think we should talk first." "Talk? Talk about what?" she demanded. "She treats you like shit, cries a little bit, and now you're going back to her." Gretchen's breasts heaved as she fought to control her emotions. "I'll never understand you, Brian. I thought I did, but I was grossly mistaken." Brian blinked and bit his bottom lip. "You're wrong." He waited for her to look at him. "Tina and I had a long talk and I've just made the hardest decision of my life." He paused as a frown appeared on Gretchen's face. "I'm not going anywhere," he said finally. "What?" she asked, her eyes darting across his face. "I'm not going back to her. She can cry and sob, plead and beg all she wants, but it doesn't make any difference anymore. She's the one who left me. It was her decision. I don't want to be married to her anymore. We're getting a divorce, Gretchen. She may not know it now, but it's the best for both of us. You were right many times when you told me about things I refused to see, problems I should have seen." He shrugged. "Maybe we never really loved each other. I don't know." He looked down at the carpet. "I'm sorry, Brian," Gretchen said as she pushed away from the counter. "That's okay. It's for the best." "That's not what I mean." He looked up and saw the sadness in her eyes. "What do you mean, then?" Gretchen moved to him and gave him a hug. She looked into his eyes and tried to smile. "I thought you were leaving me and I was so angry. I didn't trust you, Brian, but I'll never make that mistake again." She pulled back as the tears fell again. "I'm sorry," she repeated. Brian raised his hands to her face and wiped aside the tears. Still holding her face, he brought her close and kissed her. Her moist, delicate lips asked for more, begging for reassurance that she was indeed the only one for him. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop," she cried. He kissed her over and over again, his kisses full and loving and leaving no doubt how he felt about her. Gretchen finally drew back to catch her breath. The sadness in her eyes had vanished and was replaced with hope and contentment. She gazed at Brian and wished to know what he was thinking, but then, she had all day to find out. His eyes were sparkling as they had lost that dull color when he first arrived. She could almost always tell what type of mood he was in just by shade of his eyes. A playful grin was plastered on his face as he still held her and waited patiently. "I'm going to love you forever, Brian," she said. "I love you so much!" Brian nodded, "I know. I think I've known for quite a while now. I love you, too, sweetheart." He kissed her again. Gretchen took his hand and guided him to the unmade sofa bed. Glancing at it and then to Brian, she said, "You know, I've never made love on this before." "What a horrible waste of bed space," Brian replied as his pulse quickened. Gretchen pressed a hand to the mattress before sitting down. "I think it can handle us. What do you say?" "I think we're talking too much," he grinned. "Me too," she replied as she began to unbutton her blouse. "Let me," he said as he sat beside her, gently pushing her hands aside. Brian bent down and brushed his lips over her collarbone, kissing her lower neck and slowly worked his way down to her cleavage, planting soft, sensual kisses along the way. "I love that," Gretchen sighed as she arched her back. One by one, Brian flicked open a button with his fingers as his mouth kissed every inch of her exposed skin. With deliberate motions, he pulled her blouse out from her slacks and finished unbuttoning it. Warm, wet kisses were applied to her ribs and stomach as he left nothing unloved. Sitting up, he pulled her blouse from her shoulders and placed it next to him. He scooted behind her and kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders. A bit ticklish there, Gretchen squirmed from his light touch, but loved every minute of his attention. Brian unhooked her bra and left it dangling as he reached forward and cupped her breasts from behind. Kneading them, he continued to kiss her neck and back as Gretchen let the bra fall to the floor. "They're so soft, babe," he said with a catch in his voice. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and Gretchen gasped as a wonderful tremor went through her. He let his right hand slip down to her thigh, then in between her legs and he felt her passionate heat emanating from within. Gretchen parted her legs to let him have more freedom. Brian took his time and started to massage and tease her through her slacks. He could feel the tiniest bulge near the bottom of her zipper, so he pinched it softly and let Gretchen's moan be his guide. Her breaths were becoming more ragged and sharp as he continued to play with her nipple and clit. "I need more," she moaned in his ear. She unbuttoned her slacks and pulled the zipper down. Brian put his hand inside and to his surprise, his hand found her downy soft hair instead of her underwear. "I thought you didn't want anything running down your leg," he grinned. "I wanted to feel naughty," she replied. Wiggling from his grasp, she stood, kicked off her shoes and pulled her slacks off. Looking down at her thighs and legs, she could see a thin, dry trail of his sperm and her juices. Giggling and grinning, she reached forward and tugged Brian's tee shirt out of his jeans before pulling it over his head as her breasts jiggled and dangled in front of his face. Not able to resist the temptation, Brian moved forward and captured her right nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. "Hey!" Gretchen yelped in surprise, yet made no move to extract it from his grasp. He let go of that one and went to the other and sucked on it in the same way. After a second or two, he gave it a sloppy kiss and let it fall away from his lips. "I love it when you do that," Gretchen sighed. "They're beautiful," Brian said. "I could play with them all day." "I think I'll let you." Without warning and to her complete surprise, Brian grabbed her hips and pulled her forward until he was face to face with her pussy. The thin strip of auburn hair above her sex was shiny and soft as Brian nuzzled, then kissed it. With each kiss, he lowered his lips, deftly avoiding her clit, but kissing all around it. "Oh my," she cooed. More tremors were going through Gretchen as she bit her lip. Her fingers went through Brian's hair as she held him to her. His lips were everywhere except where she wanted them the most. Gretchen tried to maneuver her hips to get his lips on her clit, but he kept avoiding it. "Oh Brian! Don't tease me anymore," she cried. "Please, don't....oohhhh!" She stopped in mid-sentence as Brian's tongue went into her slit, split her labia, and licked upwards to her clit. Not stopping there, his tongue first caressed her clit and then began to alternate between licking and sucking it. Gretchen's hands went behind his head and held him to her tightly as he loved her more intimately than anyone else ever had before. Her body trembled and juices from within started to flow. "Oh God, Brian, please don't stop. Please don't stop," she begged. Brian had no intentions of stopping even though his ability to breathe was somewhat compromised. His tongue was slow and methodical, reaching into her slit for more of her sweet nectar before flicking over her clit. Her musky scent was intoxicating as he sucked, licked, and loved her. His own breathing was much quicker than before and his jeans were very tight and uncomfortable. As her trembles became more pronounced, Brian quickened his pace, licking and sucking harder than before. Gretchen inhaled sharply and grabbed hold of his hair and tried to be careful not to pull on it too roughly. She recognized the signs of her impending orgasm and spread her legs apart as wide as possible. Brian slipped his forefinger into her slit as he sucked even harder on her clit. As he did this, Gretchen went over the edge without warning as the first contraction slammed through her. She yelled and cried unintelligible words as spasm after spasm rocked her. Brian continued tonguing and fingering her as her hips bucked against his face. Innumerable to count, the spasms continued for a few more glorious seconds before they faded into delicious waves. Crying now, Gretchen bent forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and began to sob on Brian's bare shoulder. Brian held her and rubbed her back as soothingly as possible. He could feel her hot, warm tears against his skin. Wanting to calm her, he kissed her neck as he rubbed the back of her head. It was a few minutes later before she straightened on shaky legs and looked at him. Her face was streaked with tears as they were still leaking from the corners of her eyes. With the back of her hand, she affectionately rubbed his cheek and tried to smile. "No one has ever loved me like that before," she said in a weak voice. "I'll do it every day to make up for it," Brian answered. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she giggled. She absently brushed the tears from her cheek as she sniffed. "I don't think I can get enough of you." "Well, wait a few years and we'll see what you say," she retorted. "I've waited too long as it is." "You have, haven't you?" "We have," he corrected her. Gretchen nodded before sitting on the bed next to him. She looked down at his crotch and his jeans still had a noticeable bulge. She reached over and gave it a squeeze before scooting back on the bed. Wanting and needing more from him, Gretchen propped her legs up and opened them, displaying her womanly treasures to her love. Brian gazed in wonder at this beautiful sight and he could see she was still very wet. "Are you trying to tempt me?" Brian inquired. "Please Brian, please love me again," she said, her voice choking with emotion. "I thought you'd never ask, sweetheart." * * * * * It was well after midnight and they had been in bed only a short time. An evening of dinner, drinks, and dancing followed by a steamy, sexy shower together left Gretchen emotionally and physically fulfilled. Her head was on Brian's chest and she listened to his heart's steady, soothing beat. Her right hand cupped his balls and she massaged them lazily, not meaning to arouse. His hand was kneading her soft bottom and occasionally would dip below and massage her pussy. She was loving his touch more and more as they loved and explored each other's bodies. It was his gentleness and putting her needs first that endeared him to her. In addition, it was his insatiable desire to love her and please her in as many breathtaking ways as possible. His mouth and tongue were glorious! Except for the moonlight, all was dark in the condo as they both began to drift off. The windows were open and the surf of Saginaw Bay could be heard in the distance. It was a sound Gretchen welcomed and even in stormy weather, she could be lulled to sleep without any trouble. Tap. It was a sound almost inaudible to most people, but Gretchen's eyes opened instantly. Slowly, she sat up and listened. Brian woke, too, and Gretchen put her hand over his mouth. He took it away and listened. Crack. Gretchen reached to her drawer and silently extracted her spare Glock. Brian rolled over and found his Smith & Wesson in his bag and flipped the safety. Without making a sound, they got out of bed and went to the doorway. Brian looked out first and saw a shadow on the patio through the drapes. Behind him, Gretchen saw it, too. She looked at Brian and pointed to the right as she moved around him and hugged the left wall. Brian understood as he cautiously moved to the right towards the bathroom. She wanted him to go to the kitchen area so that if they fired, they wouldn't hit each other, he having the more direct line. Gretchen's heart was pounding as she inched toward the patio door. There had been a number of burglaries recently in her complex and this was yet another. Her skin was cool after being under blankets with Brian and it was then she realized she was still naked. They had made love after their shower and hadn't bothered to dress for bed. It's too late now, she thought to herself. At least the perp would get a little more than what he bargained for when he came in. Brian took a stance behind the counter and watched the door and Gretchen at the same time. He knew they should have called 911, but there was no time to think about that now. He saw the door knob jiggle, then give as the door moved inward no more than an inch.