1 comments/ 11489 views/ 4 favorites Chicago Love Story By: AngelPoet This is the first istallment of Isabelle and Josh's story! Please leave me comments! * "We've got an extra ticket if you wanna go, Izzy," Josh told me shyly, his crystal blue eyes glimmering with something I hadn't seen before. "Just say the word." "Are you freakin' kidding me?" I stammered excitedly. "You have tickets 4 rows from the field at a Bears game and you're asking if I want to go? Of course I want to go!" I stood up from my desk and hugged my friend excitedly. He smiled at me with surprise and then cleared his throat. He had a deep, sometimes gruff voice that suited his teddy-bear like stature. "Perfect," he said. "I'll give my buddy a call and let him know you're gonna take the ticket before he gives it away to douche bag Darryl." I giggled and watched Josh walk back to his cubicle. I couldn't help but smile enthusiastically as I thought about attending a Bears game with my friend and colleague Josh Daniels. Josh and I had been working at The Windy City magazine since he got hired three years ago. I had managed to work my way up the journalistic ladder to arts and entertainment editor when he was hired fresh out of college with a liberal arts degree. He had a passion for music and a knack for writing. No doubt he had been perfect for the job of writing reviews of local bands and musicians in and around Chicago. I had gotten to know him better through my colleague and sometimes friend Molly, who was hated among the staff. Being the nice person that I am, I always tried to be kind to her when the rest of the world wasn't. That's me- Isabelle Wilson, the angel of The Windy City news office. But anyway, back to Josh. He had formed a bizarre crush on Molly, and why, I had no clue. Not that I'm some sort of cover model, but really? Molly? (Not that I was particularly vying for Josh's attention, however, no one could figure out the connection.) She was shorter than me, but then, most women are being that I'm 5'8". She was a little chubby with blondish hair, blue eyes, and glasses. With some updated clothes and make-up, she could've been more attractive, but again, who was I? Definitely not the fashion style guru of Chicago. Trying to find the good in all, I thought her to be funny and we had frequented a few hot spots in the city watching some bands perform. She sounds like a pretty decent human being, right? Well, what turned the world off from her was her filter, or lack there of. She whined, told the world all the minute, redundant details of her life, and to top it off, she didn't do her job well. No one could understand why I continued to be nice to her, but I guess I'm that kind of girl. Josh Daniels had formed a crush on her despite the fact that she was nearing forty- a whopping thirteen years his senior, had two children from her previous marriage, and was living in a small apartment in the suburbs with a jerk named Joe. What Josh saw in her, no one could really figure out. But, Molly ate up his attention like a glutton at a bonanza bar. "If you don't like him, Molly, then let him go. Don't use him," I would say repeatedly when she would complain about his advances. "I know, Izzy, but I really like him as a friend," she would whine. I cringed at that voice. "And not to mention, I love his attention." "Sure, who doesn't love attention? But really, Molly, you're not being fair. You're giving him false hope when there's none to be had." "He's just not my type, Izzy," she uttered once, completely oblivious to the fact that I was trying to meet a deadline. "I think he's more your type." I didn't disagree, as I thought back to the conversation I'd had on more than one occasion with her. Josh IS a cute guy- he is tall and stocky with black hair and crystalline blue eyes surrounded by enviable black lashes. His smile lights up a room and his sense of humor always sends me into gales of laughter. He and I had formed a tight bond that Molly claimed didn't bother her. She even insisted that I could "have" him. I scoffed. Yeah, like she owned him. I watched him from my desk as he sauntered back to his cubicle. He sat at his desk and caught my eye which he met with a smile and a wink. My heart skipped a little, and it completely surprised me. I shook my head and tried not to think about him in that way. C'mon Izzy! This is Josh! He's got a thing for Molly! "Hey, Izzy, you got plans for Sunday?" It was none other than my friend and mentor Lynn, who was one of the top editors of the magazine. Yes, she was one of my bosses, but she was like a mother figure to me, as well. "Um, actually, I'm going to a Bears game," I said. I saw her face light up and then she asked the question I was dreading. Lynn had been dying to see a match between Josh and myself for the past year or so. "This is it!" she said excitedly, though discreetly. "He's finally giving up on Molly!" "SHH!" I hushed. "Just stop. You have this crazy idea that Josh and I should be an item, and I just like him as a friend." A friend, I reiterated in my head. Just a friend. Friend, friend, friend.... Josh arrived at my apartment around 9:30 the Sunday of the game. We were going to tailgate with a bunch of his buddies before kick-off. He rang the bell, and I buzzed him in. He stood at my door with his cell phone in hand. "Uh huh." (silence) "Yeah." (more silence) I rolled my eyes as I threw my Brian Urlacher jersey on top of a white sweatshirt. It was starting to get chilly and I knew, with the breeze blowing in off of Lake Michigan, it would get cold at Soldier Field. At last he hung up, and I didn't have to guess with whom he'd been talking. "Still letting her call, I see," I uttered sardonically. "Joe must be outta the house, huh? It is, after all, Sunday morning. Or, wait, did he even come home?" He tried to hide his embarrassment, though not well. He plopped down on my couch and petted my cat, Pixie. "I can't be mean, Izzy," he said. "I don't ever call her anymore- she's the one who calls me." "Then all you have to do is not answer," I told him. "Josh, look. I'm telling you this as a friend." I sat down next to him and heard Pixie purr. "I think you're a great guy, and you deserve better than what she can offer you. I care about you. I don't want to see you get hurt." He looked at me, his eyes filled again with something I couldn't name. He nodded and a moment of comfortable silence passed between us. I stood and broke the spell, and together we headed for Soldier Field. The game was amazing, but chilly. I felt Josh's arm sneak around me. "You're cold, aren't you?" I nodded, my teeth chattering. "Shoulda worn something warmer," he whispered as he squeezed my shoulders and laughed. I stood to go to the bathroom at half time, totally unbeknownst to the conversation Josh and his two buddies were having about me. Mike raised his eyebrow ruefully and spoke. "Jesus, Daniels, when were you going to tell us about the gorgeous brunette you were working with?" "She's got amazing tits, man," Sam slurred after his fifth cup of beer. "I think Van Morrison wrote the song Brown Eyed Girl about her." "You're crazy not to try and hook it up with her, dude," Mike told him. "C'mon, she's hot and she's older than you, but not as old as that other chick. Dude, I know you like the older ladies, but seriously. You don't make a move on her, you're an idiot." Josh smiled and laughed with his buddies, thinking about Izzy and what his friends were saying about her. Deep down he felt a connection with her, but he was afraid to let her know. She was five years older and wiser than him, attractive and smart, outgoing and friendly. He definitely felt a strong physical attraction to her, without a doubt. But there was Molly... and as hard as he tried to put her from his mind... "Hey guys, did I miss much?" She returned refreshed and smiling, and what she didn't know was that Josh couldn't help but notice how cute she looked in her prided Brian Urlacher jersey and her hair pulled back in a pony tail. He saw her, truly saw her, this time, and felt himself harden. No doubt he had imagined before what it would be like to fuck her, and he wondered if she shaved her pussy or not, but there she was and it was like he was seeing her for the first time. "Are you going to sit there like a dufus or what?" I giggled as I sat and elbowed him. Why was he looking at me like I had a second head or something? "OK, before I freeze, put your arm back where it was. You're so freakin' hot." The more beer I drank, the warmer I became. The Bears had victoriously won against our dreadful rivals, the Green Bay Packers, in an embarrassing 43-3 assault. I had been a die-hard Bears fan since I could remember and it's always a good day when Chicago beats the cheese heads. "Take that, Favre! You SUCK!" I screamed as the Packers ran into their locker room. "You do realize he can't hear you, right?" Josh laughed as we inched out of the crowded stadium. The fans were screaming and yelling in victory. We managed to get onto the Blue line part of the El that was jam packed with fans. Being the gentleman that he was, he went with me back to my apartment in the West Loop area. He still lived in a suburb northwest of the city with his parents and would catch the Blue line again back home. Awkwardly we stood in front of my building where I would soon warm up in my tiny one bedroom apartment. "You're welcome to come up and hang for a bit if you'd like," I told him. "It's only 4:30." "I need to head home, Izzy," he said, although every part of him wanted to be with her. These feelings for her were electrifying, and if Molly knew, she'd be horribly jealous, he thought. "It's alright," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. We hugged sweetly and I watched him walk back to the El station where he'd venture back to his parents' house. The months that followed seemed to pass by quickly. Thanksgiving came and went, and I barely remember our staff Holiday party. I admit I'd had a little too much to drink. "C'mon, Izzy, just a little kiss," Chris Luna, another cutie we worked with uttered outside the room in the hotel we had chosen for our party. Chris was tall, with sandy brown hair, blue eyes, and a goatee and mustache. I found him to be absolutely adorable, and I complied to his request. It was innocent enough, but a few weeks later, I had no idea the exchange had been seen by none other than Josh himself. "Getting a little friendly with Luna there, Miss Wilson?" he boomed into the phone one night when I had gotten back from work. Josh had winced at what he'd seen pass between Izzy and Chris Luna. What the hell did she see in the guy? He shook his head and tried to deny the sparks of jealousy that lingered in his heart. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it? He tried to tell himself it wasn't. "Oh, get over it," I said. "Yeah, we kissed. No biggie. I'd fuck him." Josh was taken aback and felt a stirring of jealousy in his heart again. Snap out of it, Daniels! "So anyway, Josh, my birthday is Wednesday and I'm just wondering what you're going to get me?" I giggled, flirting a bit. "You know, I like roses. Pink ones, red one ones. All colors. Just a little hint." "Well, you know, I have a great idea to celebrate your birthday," he said casually. "I could take you out to dinner, we go to bed and take care of business tonight and first thing tomorrow. That way you're exiting 31 and entering 32 the right way." I was shocked, but played along. We had joked enough about sex over the years that I didn't necessarily take him seriously. He was, after all, allegedly after Molly, but it was fine to flirt. "Yeah, you wish, Josh," I said playfully. "You think I'm joking?" I was completely taken aback and the silence over the phone was deafening for a moment. "Um, you're crazy. So, who's going to be in the play-offs? Now that the Bears are done for, I'm going for the Giants. Fuck Green Bay." I changed the subject, but even after we'd hung up, I was thinking about what it would be like to make love to Josh. It was then and there, at that very moment, that I found it within myself to admit I had feelings for him. It was a cold but sunny day. I shivered and asked myself once again why I loved Chicago so much, but the sight of the buildings and just the atmosphere of my sweet home was enough to remind me. I was greeted by my colleagues with cards and hugs celebrating my birthday. I was welcoming thirty two with gusto. Thirty one had been a challenge as I'd broken up with my long term boyfriend and gained fifteen pounds. Thirty two was my coming out, so to speak. I had shed the weight and felt better than ever. I had a great career, a wonderful circle of family and friends, and I had my health. Deep down, the one thing missing was a partner, but I shrugged it away. It would happen eventually. Or so I had hoped. When I returned to my desk after lunch, sitting there was a vase with a dozen multi-colored roses. No card was attached and I was completely flabbergasted to think that someone had done this for me. My colleagues ooohed and ahhhed at their beauty. I was completely amazed. I stood, my brown eyes sparkling with joy as I bent to inhale their delightful scent. I closed my eyes, and as I stood back, I met gazes with Josh across the room. My eyes met his and he smiled a casual, handsome smile. It was then I knew: Josh had given me the roses. A light bulb flashed as I thought back to our previous conversation on the phone. I had teased him about getting me flowers. The office was abuzz with the gossip: Josh Daniels had given Isabelle Wilson a dozen roses. Not once had Molly's named been mentioned, as it had been known that the two of them had a flirty rapport. I didn't even give her a second thought, as I was so taken aback by Josh's gesture. Luckily she was going to be out of the office till next Monday and for that I was grateful. The roses would be safely home and I hoped no one would tell her about it. It was late, after most of the staff had gone home, and I was plugging away at my computer trying to meet a deadline. I stopped as I saw him inch into my cubicle. I smiled sweetly, almost shyly. This was a Josh I had never seen before. In the past, he was my buddy- the guy I'd joked with and gone to a fun Bears game with. Now, a new light was cast upon him. I bit my lower lip and said hi. "So, like the roses, huh?" He said with a cocky, proud grin. He sat and smiled across from me, his eyes as blue as I'd ever seen them. "They're beautiful," I sighed, admiring them happily. "I can't even tell you when it was the last time I got roses on my birthday." "Just say the word and you can have them whenever you want," he replied, a longing appearing in his eyes. I didn't know what to say, how to look at him, so I looked away. "So, some friends have decided to get together Saturday to hear a band and have some drinks," I said without a second thought. "You wanna join us?" "Yeah," he grinned. "I'd like that a lot." After a brief conversation, he stood and smiled, and I felt a warmth grow in my heart. "Happy Birthday, Isabelle," he said, and I believe that was the first time he'd ever called me something besides Izzy. My friends ended up having to cancel their plans, but Josh and I decided to get together anyway. It was an extended celebration of my birthday as we sipped cocktails and dined on Chinese food at a quaint little restaurant. We shivered all the way back to my apartment where we had decided to hang out and watch movies. "I have to go to the bathroom," I said as I unzipped my boots. I walked past him as he stopped me and kissed my lips softly. I smiled, taken aback, but not at all disappointed. I'm not exactly clear as to how it all began, but before I could even blink, he was kissing me as soon as I returned from the bathroom. I ran my hands through his hair and my brown eyes met his crystalline ones. Before I could say another word, we were lying on my couch and his warm hands felt their way up my black sweater. I smiled down at him sweetly as he cast my top aside to the floor. He kissed my chest and removed my bra. "They're as beautiful as I imagined," he whispered in amazement as he licked and suckled upon my nipples. I giggled and he explored further, undoing my pants. I felt my heart stir and my panties moisten. He kissed my navel and slipped his hands into my dampened feminine parts. I gasped and caressed his hand, squeezing his exploring fingers with my pussy muscles. He kissed my lips lightly and I sighed with amazement. He led me to my bedroom where he quickly stripped me and pushed me down onto the bed. He kissed my thighs and sucked them. I flinched and he laughed ruefully. He slowly sunk to his knees and I felt him lick my slit before he gently parted my nether lips. He found my clit and began his delicious torture. I can't begin to recall how many times he brought me to my pinnacle with his tongue and fingers. I clutched the sheets as I came again, moaning and whimpering as I saw stars burst before me. He tongued me slowly again, his assault sweet and tender. I ran my fingers across my nipples and looked down at him, our eyes meeting. The moment was beautiful. There is no purer gesture during sex when lovers' eyes meet. My breath caught in my throat momentarily. I came hard and lay panting. I pulled him up to me and he held me against his chest as I slowly fell back to Earth in his embrace. He kissed my forehead and then let me free. I slipped into a t-shirt and followed the light of my cozy living room. He sat at the corner of my couch sipping a beer. His expression was unreadable. I snuggled into his embrace and he kissed the top of my head. "A penny for your thoughts," I whispered. His blue eyes met mine briefly before they returned to the television. I felt him move my hair aside and his lips ever so gently touched my neck. I felt myself melt in his embrace. Moments later he said "come on, let's go. Round two." In seconds, we were back in my bed, kissing each other passionately. I was swept away, and as we kissed, I alternated between caressing his face and running my hands through his thick dark hair. There was no question at that moment that we had true feelings for each other. I couldn't seem to get enough of him, and he of me. I slowly undid his belt and found him long, thick and hard. "You have too many clothes on," I whispered as I continued to caress his cock. "Maybe I'm waiting for you to take them off," he replied softly. In seconds, he was nude, and his body was mine to explore. I inched my way down his body, stopping to nuzzle the patch of dark hair that grew on his strong, muscular chest. I heard his breath catch as I found him with my mouth, and I began my own glorious assault on his manhood. I gripped the base of his cock while I slowly swirled my tongue around the head. He was so thick and warm. I licked his shaft up and down, pausing to suck the head in between licks. At long last I took him slowly into my mouth, inch by inch. Salty precum glistened at the tip and I enjoyed every last drop. "God, Isabelle," he groaned, his hands encroaching themselves in my long dark hair. "You're amazing." I looked up, sensing my own need and desire. My hand continued the motion that was as old as time, caressing him as we spoke. "I need to feel you," I whispered. Somehow, he was above me, and after sensibly placing a condom onto his more than ready member, he penetrated me deeply, and I pulled him near me, kissing his lips. He smiled as he began to buck his hips wildly. I tried my hardest to hide my discomfort. I wasn't feeling wild and primitive. I wanted to go slow, to savor him. "What's wrong?" He asked, worrying marring his handsome face. Chicago Love Story Ch. 02 Josh and Isabelle's story continues from Josh's point of view. Please leave me feedback! "Daniels, I got that press release on that new band that'll be at Goose Island next week," my editor Matt barked over the cubicle. "It doesn't sound too promising, but at least go enjoy a brew, and then you could head over to the Cubby Bear or something." "Hey, thanks, man," I said softly as he stood and handed it over the fake wall. "I'll check it out." I felt lethargic again today. That had been my status quo for a time now. I suppose other people in the office noticed as well, but I didn't seem to care. I was up the shit creek without my paddle. "Try not to be so enthusiastic about it, Josh, ok?" Matt laughed and leaned his chin against his fist. There were days I wanted to lean over, roll my sleeves up, and really give him a good punch. But I was a nice guy. At least, I used to be. "You've been moping around here for weeks now. What gives?" I eyed him speculatively and returned my gaze to the computer screen. I didn't exactly feel like spouting my story to this particular jagoff. "I'm still pissed I lost the office pool," I replied robotically. "Can't believe Tom Brady and the Pats let me down." He laughed uproariously and sat down, still mumbling some incoherent nonsense about the Giants winning and the Superbowl being weeks ago, get over it already, and... ah, who gave a fuck anyway about Matt, the middle aged bastard with a comb over? At last I had tapped a creative spark within and was feeling like Shakespeare himself until I heard footsteps coming towards my cube. I looked up and it was her. My heart quickened a little and I tried to not stare into her brown eyes, but I couldn't help it. It was Isabelle. And the truth is this: I miss her like crazy. I felt her look right through me- her intense eyes reminding me of Lake Michigan in the midst of a wintry midnight. I felt as though she had taken my balls and slammed them between two giant slabs of ice, only the pain didn't resonate between my legs. Not even close. It was in my heart. The Isabelle who walked past me was a far cry from the one who had laughed and flirted at a Bears game, and not even close to the one whose kisses and caresses had made me feel as though I had died and was fucking an angel on a soft billowy cloud while harpists and choirs serenaded us. Yeah, the sex had been THAT phenomenal. My sweet, teasing friend Izzy wasn't even there anymore. This Isabelle was wicked. I can't really say I blame her. I shuddered as tiny hairs on my neck stood up when she walked back again to her cube, making sure that I realized my presence was as pleasing as a sharp tack lodged inside of her boot. I tried to play it off. I knew my eyes would get the best, or rather, the worst of me, because although she seemed to loathe me, the mere sight of her in black slacks and a form fitting purple sweater made me pant inwardly. That's why I kept them downcast a lot when she was around. I didn't want her to witness my agony over her loss. And I thought Matt was a jagoff? I recall the night not long ago when I had been in Peoria for that concert review. I just couldn't stop thinking about her- couldn't get her beautiful smile outta my head... her ten-thousand watt grin that made my heart flutter... Jesus, even seeing her approach me back then in the office made me stand up straight and act all gooey and shit. That was not me to be like that. I tried to chalk it up to lust. I had fucked her, and it was good. Maybe it had hurt a little when she seemed so damn tentative when I had asked her where we were going, like, five seconds, after we'd both cum. That was bad. I know. Bad and dumb. Isabelle had been my friend for years and we had found great joy in sex. Together. I couldn't help but be in complete awe of her afterward. I mean, I figured she didn't know where her head was. For years now, we'd been friends, and then I surprised her with flowers, and then a few days later, we had sex. I kinda did the chick thing by pressing her for an answer as to where we were headed. I had to save face somehow, right? Brush it off like no big deal- that it was sex and we could fuck around until something better came along. But what was inside my heart was something completely opposite. It was scary. It loomed over me like an enormous tidal wave. It was a warm and comforting feeling behind the devious waves from hell, but falling for someone meant a whole lot of other stuff that made me recoil in fear. It was safer to play it off and be noncommittal. I couldn't help myself, though. I called her, texted her, thought of her. It was hard to ignore the urge to be around her. In any case, I had been in my hotel room downstate, thinking about her, wondering what she was doing back home, and when she didn't text me back, which had been our norm now, something told me all was not well. "Look, I'll lay it out to you. I've been dreading this moment, Josh, but I know about you and Molly," Isabelle had said, her voice not echoing any sort of emotion over the phone. I called her first thing Saturday after I'd rolled in. She reminded me of someone on WGN news- emotionless and to the point. That wasn't Isabelle. I felt myself deflate like a tire that had hit a giant nail. Leave it to Molly to let her jealousy get the better of her. But she was far, very far, from my thoughts at that point. "Are you pissed at me now?" I asked, masking the worry and doubt that was stirring in my heart. I heard her laugh nonchalantly. "Are you going to be pissed for someone I slept with six months ago? C'mon, Josh. That's dumb. If you had slept with her the night after we'd been together, then yes. But no, I'm not pissed." "Well, I know how some women would be." "I'm not some women." As she said that, I got that feeling that goes through me when I'm playing darts and then I hit the target. Isabelle definitely wasn't just some woman. "So, I'm gonna just throw this out to you, ok? If you're still trying to get in her pants, then lose my number. I don't need to be played by you, Josh. Especially by someone who was my friend, and more importantly, someone I work with. I've had enough heartache from guys to last two lifetimes. Give me a rest from that, please. Don't take this any further if this is just a big game to you." She was taking that commanding tone with me- the one I heard when she was giving orders in a meeting. I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by her. She was one of the sweetest women I know, but also one who didn't take shit from anyone. I could only imagine what kind of opinion she had about Molly now. "Ok," I said, trying to sound confident. OK? That's all I could muster to reply to her? Again, that deflated feeling returned. We had agreed to keep seeing each other, though I was confident when I hung up the phone that she'd wanted nothing to do with me. That next day at work had been damn right scary for me, but as I had leaned back up after grabbing my diet coke from the pop machine in the lunch area, she was standing there with her dollar and a shy grin on her face. I remember exactly what she had been wearing: a soft white flowy top, gray slacks, and a black cardigan sweater. Her dark brown hair fell in her eyes, and as she brushed it away, I saw that shimmer that I couldn't quite describe. It made my heart bounce. "Hey you," she said as she smiled sweetly at me. I gave her one of my cocky grins. No need to play too easy into her hand. It was still okay to have a little chase. "What's goin' on?" I asked nonchalantly as I walked by, lightly caressing her back with my knuckles. I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't hate me after all! All was not lost! Molly had been a different scenario altogether. She had played it very cool with me at the office, but as I stepped onto the El that night for my journey home, my phone rang. "You're pissed I told Izzy, aren't you," she said rather than asked. "That's why you wouldn't even look at me today. I know it Josh." My heart twinged a little, and I'm not sure why. Hell, I can't even begin to explain what I felt for Molly. She had intrigued me back then. I suppose initially I saw in her what no one else in the world could, or even would, see in her. Everyone else saw an emotional wreck and damaged goods, but I had seen a potentially beautiful woman who needed saved. What an idiot I'd been. She had been so kind to me in the beginning. No one else really seemed to give a shit about the new music writer, but she'd shown me around and had made me feel good about myself in a world that was totally new to me. I guess it was one of those attractions like a patient forms for his or her doctor. I felt that way for Molly. It didn't help matters that I was attracted to older women. She'd been the star of many a late night fantasy that helped me reach my solo explosion. On top of it all, she ate up my attention like it was her job. I guess in a way, she made me feel needed- that someone actually gave a shit and wanted my support and opinion. But my affections? Not even close. My attempts to sleep with her had failed. Except for that one night. I know her self-esteem was non-existent. Her asshole boyfriend had called her late to bitch her out for not being home, even though he knew full well she was still in the city at our Christmas party. She had cried and collapsed into my arms. It hadn't taken much to get her to open up to me. In more ways than one. Did I regret sleeping with her? No. But it was sort of the means to the end for me. I was tired of playing her game, tired of her getting her dose of warm fuzzies from me only to go home to Joe. It wasn't fair to do that to me, and finally I was seeing what Izzy had described to me this past fall. Ironic, huh? Another sick part in this sordid love tale is the fact that I had taken my early frustrations to Isabelle, who would always listen kindly and sympathetically. I knew she had gone through some big things with guys and had gotten hurt by this ass she'd been engaged to. Izzy being Izzy, the kindhearted, gentle natured one that she is, had been nice to Molly, and had even encouraged Molly to date me and dump the schmuck. That had been early on, and then Izzy began to see through her. It was then that Izzy had begun to tell her to back off and not hurt me. It had all fallen on Molly's deafened ears. Oh, she told me everything. She even suggested I date Izzy because I'm certain she interpreted Isabelle's concern for me as Izzy wanting me for herself, but knowing Molly, I knew she only half-heartedly suggested it. It would eat her alive if I had done it. And I know now that she was playing off the innocent one with this whole situation. She stirred up a lot of trouble for me. Lucky for me, Isabelle is rational. "I see no reason why we can't all be friends," she said animatedly. "You're my friend, Josh. I'm not going to give that up. She doesn't have to act this way. She stormed out of my cube like I was the devil and I don't think that's necessary." I half-heartedly listened as the issue of Izzy became a non-entity to her, and that was sad. I had seen Izzy be a kind friend to her when no one else had. I don't think Molly was being a good friend back to her. In any case, she pled stories about how she suspected her boyfriend Joe was cheating on her with some woman he'd met in a chat room because she had looked in his email blah blah blah and her mother was driving her insane yada yada yada. She was waiting for me to make her feel good about herself again, maybe even suggest we hook up only for her to turn me down. I just wasn't feeling it. Just then, my phone beeped. "Hey, hold that thought, I got another call," I'd said. A smile spread across my face when I saw Isabelle's name come up on caller ID. I excitedly said hi and managed to get Molly off the phone with the empty promise I'd call her back later. "Saturday night you're coming with me to watch my friend's band perform," she said confidently. I could melt at the sound of her voice. "Oh yeah?" I replied. I couldn't hide the smile in my tone. "Sounds like that's an order." "Neither one of us has enough fun in our lives," she stated. "You wanna have some fun, huh?" And fun we did have that night. If I close my eyes, I can still see her in her sexy black wrap-around skirt that came slightly above her knees. With it she had paired a soft, light blue tight fitting sweater that accentuated her amazing breasts. At her feet she wore high-heeled black boots that came up her calf. She had twisted her dark brown hair into a clip with tiny tendrils falling around her face. I'm sure I'd never seen her look so sexy, except for maybe when she'd been buck naked riding my cock like a crazy woman. I don't think either of us was having much luck paying attention to her friend's band. We sat at a table with a group of her friends. I couldn't help but massage her thighs. Her panty hose felt so soft. My hand managed its way between her legs and I felt it hot and damp. "Well, guys, seeing that I have to get up early tomorrow and go into work, I think Josh and I are gonna call it a night," she said hurriedly. I grinned devilishly at her, and after what seemed like an excruciatingly long cab ride back to her place, I had her in my arms. I held her tight, kissing her lightly on her lips as she slowly began to unbutton my black dress shirt. "You were in quite a hurry to leave," I said to her between kisses. "Any particular reason why?" "Mmmm," she moaned, her voice getting all soft and smooth, like she had just taken a long sip of silk. "I just wanted to come back here and get busy with this." "Perfect plan," I murmured as I kissed her neck. I was amazed by how much that turned her on. The goose bumps appeared instantly. "Yeah," she sighed as she put her arms around my shoulders and held me close. I wrapped my arms around her waist and gently laid my head on her shoulder. She smelled of sweet vanilla. It soothed me while it turned me on. We stayed like this for a fleeting moment. She felt relaxed. I couldn't wait to have her. I took her by the hand and led her back to the bedroom. Pixie the cat opened her eyes as we passed by her. She rolled over and went back to her snooze as though she fully knew what was next. I undid the hair clip and watched her dark locks fall around her face- the sweet smell of her hair emanating through my nostrils. She finished unbuttoning my shirt and cast it aside. She reverently kissed my chest, my neck. I sighed her name, letting her push me back onto the bed as she sank to her knees. I was the clay and she was the artist. With her hands and lips and tongue, she gave me the most amazing oral treat any guy could ask for. I felt her suck on my bulging cock head while a hand stroked my shaft. She licked my tool like I was her favorite flavor of Popsicle. I heard her moan a little. So sexy. She stopped momentarily, but I knew she'd be back. I kept my eyes closed, imagining how soft and wet her pussy would feel when I could finally put my cock inside of her. I felt the soft caress of her tongue once again, and I managed to open my eyes to see her beautiful naked breasts. She rubbed the tip of my cock against her nipples. It was enough to nearly make me blow my load. I had to taste her. I quickly got her out of her skirt and panty hose. To my delight, she had gone without underwear and I spread her legs to feast. The first night I had tasted her she was sweet and tangy, but tonight she was salty. I inhaled her musk and slid my tongue into her sweet box. My thumbs grazed her clit while I worked my tongue in and out. I heard her moan. "Ohhh, Josh, yes," she whimpered, causing me to work her harder. At long last I put my tongue to her clit and licked it furiously. Two fingers found their way inside her pussy, and I fingered her while I suckled her engorged clit. My cock was hard and rigid. She cried out, moaning and whimpering, her noises like seductive music driving me fucking insane. I had to have her. I kissed my way up her chest, pausing to reign kisses and nips at her belly button. Her tits were perky and alive and I couldn't help but nibble on them. But what was best was her waiting mouth, and I kissed her fully and with need. "I...Oh, Izzy," I stammered between kisses. My lips seared across her face to her cheeks, her nose, her neck. "What, sweetie?" she uttered, her hands engulfed in my hair. I felt her nails rake down my back and shoulders. I sensed her need as I slowly moved my hips. The tip of my cock touched her wetness, and it was no less of an excitement than being shocked by a live wire. "I just want you so bad," I stammered. She made me feel so weak, so helpless. I wouldn't feel any better until I was inside of her. "Then do us both a favor and fuck me," she whispered furiously, and then, seconds later, the gentle Isabelle returned. "Josh, please. Now." I slowly slid in and I heard a distant cry of relief from not just my voice, but hers. "You feel amazing, baby," she whispered in my ear as I worked in and out of her. I dimly heard her voice. I could only feel, touch, and taste her. In the dim light glowing from the tiny living room of her apartment, I saw her expression of true delight, and it made my heart swell. These foreign feelings would've scared me shitless if I hadn't been so deep into her. I felt her wrap her legs around me tightly, and I complied to her need to feel close. I needed to feel close, as well. I sank down to her and put my arms around her as I buried my head between her gorgeous breasts. I kissed them languidly, still moving in and out of her, savoring the slippery warm feel around my cock. "I can't seem to get enough of you, Izzy," I whispered. "You feel so fucking good, baby." "Mmmm, yes," she moaned. "You do, too." I felt her squeeze me furiously with her pussy muscles, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roll back into my head. I felt that celestial feeling again, as though it were an angel who was sending tight shockwaves from my cock to my heart. She continued her torture and before long, I could feel myself gearing up for the moment of eruption. I gazed down at her, our eyes meeting when suddenly both of our voices cried out. She clung tightly to me, her pussy like a vise grip on my cock, while I flung my head back and then down again, her brown eyes shining into mine like the sun. "Oh God, Josh, yes!" "Izzy! Ugh, you're amazing! Yes baby!" I heard her moan and cry out again as I brought her not just one, but two giant orgasms. I felt my cock explode into a zillion tiny shards inside of her. She gripped me once again and I reared my head back in glory. It was done. Our breathing ragged, I kissed her furiously, like I didn't know what else to do with myself except stay connected with her. She looked up into my eyes and her own joyful contentedness was evident. She smiled at me, her face glowing in the dimness. She trembled in my arms as I pulled out of her and held her close. I was speechless. Never before had I experienced sex in the past like I'd just had with Isabelle. "Is... Is that the first... time you've ever come like that?" I only shook my head, not able to find my voice. My head swam and my heart fluttered at a strange cadence. "Pretty amazing, isn't it?" she whispered as she kissed my lips gently. I could only hold her and caress her hair as she fell asleep in my arms. I couldn't relax, couldn't calm down. The connection I had felt with her- it was as though I could read her mind and I could feel what she felt. I felt as though something in my heart had given way to something huge- like a dam had broken or something like that. I tensed as she curled herself into me. I began to feel panicky, sweat prickling at my forehead. It felt almost too comfortable and I felt the urge to push her off of me. No, I couldn't. But I did. Chicago Love Story Ch. 03 Izzy is taking a break from Chicago for a while and seeing what New York has to offer... Please leave your thoughts! Springtime had returned once again to Chicago. After a long, grueling winter filled with blustery snow and ice, the joy of warm weather and green trees was all around me as I took a power walk through Lincoln Park Zoo. Walking had been my solace as of late, and as I crossed the bridge over Lake Shore Drive that led me to the edge of serene Lake Michigan, a certain sparkle in its blue waters reminded me of a pair of eyes that wouldn't cease to haunt me. I found a bench on which to sit, removed my iPod, and gazed at the scene before me. I had barely spoken to Josh except in passing, and dealt with him only on a professional level. The day, the moment, the second, I walked in to see him in the midst of an intimate moment with Molly less than forty eight hours after we'd shared a very passionate night together, had broken not just my trust, but my heart. I held it together for the rest of that day only to collapse into a thousand shards of sadness as soon as I walked into my apartment. I was lucky enough to have my best friend Renee call at the most crucial hour of my breakdown. She rushed to my apartment from her job on the north side of the city to hold my hand. It was exactly what I had needed. "You know, cherry wine always helps," she said sympathetically. "I know you're hurting, Bells, but is this what you want in a relationship? Someone you can't trust? Someone who can't make up his mind? Do you see the pattern you're falling into again?" I nodded, smiling as she called me by her favorite nickname- Bells. This was definitely not unlike the man with whom I'd spent over five years of my life, but he was far, far away from my mind at that time. Was I destined to fall for men who would never be able to commit? This only brought me into yet another onslaught of tears, and as I leaned into the embrace of my best friend while we sipped wine and listened to the greatest hits of the Eighties for comfort, I began to find my strength. "If Molly is what he wants, then Molly is what he can have," I said sternly, sniffing back the teary residue in my sinuses. "You know me- I can be a cold and heartless bitch when I have to be. He doesn't have to know I'm dying on the inside." Renee's smile faded as she eyed me with concern. She took my hand in hers. "Don't be too aloof," she cautioned. "You can't sit here and expect your feelings for him will dissolve over night. He might just come around." I shook my head at my distant memory of my night from hell, the breeze blowing in off the lake chilling me slightly. I rubbed my hands together to create a little warmth, but it didn't help much. Bringing up that day and my feelings for Josh were simply unpleasant moments that made my heart resonate with echoes of my hurt. Oh, the wounds were still fresh and tender, but I kept on as though nothing bothered me. I made him believe that my world was continuing to turn without him. I smiled, laughed, and acted as though I were a newly improved Isabelle Wilson. If he had the gift of X-Ray vision, he would know otherwise, however. But he didn't, and so he would never get to know what he'd caused. I had too much pride to have anyone feel sorry for me. I would spit on his... and her pity. The biggest punishment I could serve back to both of them was my deafening silence. He had never bothered to call me and make amends, let alone even explain himself. Oh, I had given him a loud and clear message via text that was surely his cue to stay away- and I do mean, far away. The only reimbursement I had received for my ill-spent time and emotion on him was his gazes... the sad, longing looks from afar... His crystalline blue eyes a mirror of the hurt I knew was in his heart. Did he hurt because he'd injured me, or just feeling sorry for me? Rhetorical, I know. But really, I had hoped, wished he'd bothered to call me, email me. Well, needless to say, it was over, and no matter how much my heart was breaking, and no matter how painful it was to see in my mind's eye their intimate embrace, the tender way he moved the lock of hair from her face, the way she gazed up into his eyes... It was enough. I angrily stood again, replaced my iPod and began my furious walk. Everyday the pain lessened. Fuck Josh Daniels. I didn't need him. "And so, Isabelle, it's set then," my boss Victor Bradshaw said with a pleasant finality, his warm green eyes full of favor. "I believe you're the right person to send to New York for this project. The staff of our sister magazine is excited to have you on board for a few months." Nothing could smear away the smile that seemed to be tattooed to my face right now. Out of the entire staff, Victor was sending me to shadow and write for the New York city branch of The Windy City Times, only their version was called New York Now. The two branches were owned by the same publishing company that had houses both here in Chicago and in Manhattan. He even told me that there was a chance that I could stay on permanently, but he scowled at that. "You're ordered to return, though, Izzy," he said with a sad smile. "What would we do without you here in Chicago? It wouldn't be the same. Hell, it won't even be the same with you gone for ten weeks as it is! You better do us proud!" It didn't take long for the word to spread that I was taking a little sabbatical in New York. Honestly, I breathed a gush of relief, thinking that it had come at a crucial time given the tension that ensued between Josh and myself. To hell with Molly. She knew full well the best thing to do was to stay out of my sight. I hardly mourned the loss of her friendship. Josh was another story. Even though he had taken out my heart and crushed it, Renee had been totally right. My feelings hadn't disappeared. Not by a long shot. And it sickened me that they remained. "So, you're headed to New York later this week, huh?" Josh said cheerily to me, though I read through his façade. It amazed me at how well I could read him. Underneath he was afraid to approach me, but of course he had to play it off. I glanced around and realized the majority of the staff was gone. It was just him and me in the area. "Yep, my flight leaves at 10 am Friday morning," I said with little emotion in my voice. I barely made eye contact as I rummaged one last time through my desk drawers. I wouldn't see this place again till the beginning of August. "Are you taking Pixie?" He asked casually. "No, my cat is staying with Renee," I answered firmly. "No pets allowed in the apartment they're putting me up in." "Oh," he uttered. "Um, Izzy?" "Yeah?" I still barely made eye contact. When he didn't respond for nearly ten seconds after that, I finally met his gaze. My heart leapt in my chest as I did so. It killed me. I saw before me the man with whom I'd laughed and shared intimate moments. It seemed so long ago that we were in that delirious place when relationships are new. But, that was all over now. "Good luck in New York," he said softly, his eyes reflecting the sadness again. Whimsically, I thought that it took a lot of guts to approach me considering I had barely risen above freezing temperature with him. But I continued my frostiness. I just didn't have it in me to treat him any better than that. I was hurting still so, so much. "Thanks," I said appreciatively, yet coolly, as I lifted my laptop bag onto my shoulder. He stood motionless, his eyes unable to meet mine. I passed by him without a second glance and when I was out of his gaze and earshot, I cried all the way to the El station. I could be soft and vulnerable outside of his radius, and that's exactly what I let myself do. I stood and watched the goings-on of Chicago whirl around me. It would be a long time before I would gaze upon the picturesque skyline around me... the proud Sears Tower, the intricate Wrigley Building, the busy bridges crossing the Chicago River, the thunder of the El passing by overhead... all pieces that fit together to form the comfort of my home. The pull that the city had on me was so strong that my heart saddened a little when I thought of how long I'd be away. However, I needed to fly away from Josh and all the hurt that surrounded our situation. I had faith that I would return with peace once again in my heart. The distance would do me good. I took in my grand city in daylight once more as I wiped tears from my eyes. The El slowed as it approached my stop and I stepped off. The sense of change was upon me. The hustle and bustle of Manhattan wasn't unlike that of Chicago. I fidgeted in a professional black dress and stylish black flats all the way to the building where New York Now was being put together. I would be formally introduced that morning, and I didn't want to make anything less than a perfectly professional first impression. "We'll put you over here, Chitown," my new editor Brice Cavanaugh said quickly. I had a feeling I would be picking up that New York accent sooner or later as I listened to Brice give me the run down. "You'll find coffee and a vending machine back through those doors in the break room, though I'll tell ya what, it gets pretty busy around here!" I smiled and started to unpack my things, eager for the next staff meeting that would happen that afternoon. It would be then that I would get my first writing assignment and get better acquainted with my team of writers. This was such an amazing thing to happen that would give my writing career an amazing boost! I tried hard not to think of Josh as I glanced over to the entertainment writers. No doubt I was the last thing on his mind, so why did I let him come into mine? "Chicago, huh?" A masculine voice spoke, startling me from my familiar, painful reverie. "You looked kinda sad just now. Do you miss it already?" He walked nonchalantly around the corner by my desk and leaned on the fake cubicle wall. I was slightly taken aback by his cocky demeanor, but being the red-blooded American female that I am, my heart fluttered as I noticed how good looking he was. He was over six feet with perfect black hair and amazing brown eyes that were as dark or even darker than my own. He was tanned, his olive complexion deep and rich, and his face had a tiny bit of a five o'clock shadow. He smiled and that was enough to make my heart rival an Olympic gymnast. He wore faded jeans and a simple white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up near his elbows. His hands were strong and firm as he reached out to shake mine. I smiled shyly. "Isabelle Wilson." "I heard about you," he replied. "I'm Jeff Augastino. I cover finance and crap like that." I smiled as he explained his position on the staff. He had majored in finance and economics, and had even worked briefly on Wall Street, but all the stress of such a demanding position just hadn't been worth it to him. Writing was his passion, and he was even in the midst of getting a book about investments and the economy published. "I've accomplished quite a bit for being just thirty," he said evenly, eyeing me with curiosity. "So how about you?" "Well, what do you want to know?" I replied. I wondered if he was trying to intimidate me or get in my pants? I wasn't getting just a casual, "I want to get to know you" vibe from him. "I'm from Chicago, I got my degree in journalism from Northwestern, and I love what I do. Simple as that. I write creatively when time allows it, but I'm pretty driven with this job. It's my passion." "Yeah?" He said softly, his brown eyes narrowing as a cocky smile spread. "It's good to have passion. For everything. Not just your job." My eyes met his and I smiled a saccharin sweet smile that made him flinch for not more than a millisecond. It was enough, though, to drive home my point. "Mr. Augastino," I said firmly, jutting my chin forward as I spoke, my eyes wide and my hand on my hip. "I expect that working with you and the rest of this staff will be a very rewarding experience for my career. I'll have you know that I bring nothing to the table but talent and professionalism." I leaned in and lowered my voice for emphasis. "And I do mean, nothing but talent and professionalism. I just wanted to make that clear." I had very much managed to understand his innuendo, and when I stood firm against him, he seemed nonplussed. He rubbed a hand over his chin and smiled as he walked by. He stood near me, and I caught a whiff of his subtle cologne, reminding me of rich leather and spice. I bit my lip in spite of myself. This man was infuriating! I just left a very maddening situation in Chicago- I didn't need to find myself in another one here in New York! "Isabelle," he said gently, close to my ear. "I look forward to working with you." He walked away without another word, and I found myself looking back at him. I rolled my eyes and sat, hoping he would stay in his own little niche far away from me. "Don't let Jeff get to you," a female's voice said humorously. I recognized her from Brice's earlier introductions. Bradlee Gold- theater and music. She was short and petite with auburn hair that looked too rich to be real, and funky black glasses. I knew immediately I would like her, plus she had a name that no one could forget. "He's a flirt, but a genuinely nice guy. He's recently divorced, but he doesn't like to talk about it." "Yeah, I picked up on the flirty part," I said, feeling aggravation. "The last thing I need is that. I kinda left Chicago behind for a while to... get over someone." "Oh honey," she said with sudden gusto. "From your lips to God's ears! Do we ever get over the bastards who break our hearts and leave us to whither? You and me, girlfriend. There's a wonderful bar a few blocks down we're going to check out after work. Get ready." I laughed, knowing she was the exact kind of friend I had needed to make on this excursion. She was thirty three and had grown up on Long Island. Of course! That's where her amazing accent had originated! I could've listened to her all evening, and actually, it just about was. If Bradlee could do one thing well besides write, talking was her forte. "So, I brought this guy home last year for the entire family to meet him," she said as she swirled her martini in its glass. "Five minutes with my family, and he was ready to head back to the city. I guess the whole big Jewish get-together with everyone wanting to know everyone's business was too much for him. Now, I've blabbed long enough. What's the story, Isabelle?" "I don't seem to be too lucky in the love department," I said shakily, taking a swig of a very tart appletini. "Great friends, great job, sucky love life. Part of the reason I took this little exchange is to get away and mend my heart. I made a big mistake and got involved with a colleague." I went on to tell her the entire story and she listened sympathetically. Her facial expressions made me giggle as I told her all the details- including the flowers, the sex, and of course, Molly. "There's a warm seat burning just for her in hell," she laughed, swallowing down the rest of her drink. Her eyes met the door and her expression changed. "Well, look who's coming." I smiled, not really letting her words register until I turned my gaze and felt a presence at the table. "Evening ladies," he said smoothly. "Mind if I join you?" Augastino. He grinned at both of us took a long swig off his Heineken. "I kinda overheard you two talking earlier, and since it's right on my way home, I thought I'd stop in." "Have a seat, Handsome," she said to me rather than to him. "I'm just learning the basics on our friend here from Chicago. Why don't you have a seat?" He slid into the wooden booth next to me and I smelled once again his delicious cologne. I couldn't help but notice his strong hands again. Wait... Stop. I shook my head and motioned to the waitress. "What'll it be, Bella?" he said softly. "Bella seems fitting for such a lovely lady, right Bradlee?" "You Italians," she muttered. "Always trying to be the lovers, huh?" "I'm half Irish, too," he answered humorously, then added. "And I don't have to try, babe." Bradlee rolled her eyes and then excused herself from the table. "Behave yourself, Handsome." The waitress returned with a second appletini which I sipped nervously. I couldn't help but notice Jeff's presence. Everything about him was so attractive, but so wrong for me to go down that path. "I make you nervous, don't I," he said rather than asked, sighing. "Look, Bella, for what it's worth, I'm sorry for today. I didn't mean to make you feel awkward or anything. Hey, you don't mind it if I call you Bella, do you? You're so pretty." His amazing brown eyes met mine and I smiled confidently, laughing a little. The appletini was doing its job. "I think it's a pretty good variation for Isabelle. Sure, I don't mind." "Good," he said, stretching a little. "So, I have season tickets to the Yankees. There just so happens to be a game this Friday night. Any way I can twist your arm into going with me, Cub fan?" He smiled, making his handsome face light up. He was so good looking. "Oooh, he's testing my loyalties," I said softly, flirting a little. "I think a Yankees game would be a good time, as long as I can wear my Cubs hat, of course." "Right on," he said jovially. "But, I'm not so sure about the Cubs hat. I might have an extra Yanks hat for you." "I'm teasing," I said, elbowing him. "Mmm, I like the way you tease," he whispered in my ear. "You're very sexy, Isabelle." "Oh yeah?" I replied coyly, fully aware that the drink had gone straight to my head. My little display earlier in the news office was officially out the window. I was not acting like a professional. "Ugh," he uttered. "So hot." I felt myself melt. If I hadn't had two appletinis, I may've been offended, but damn it all, it felt good to flirt with a sexy, attractive man. If I had been at all infuriated with him earlier, it was hardly the case now. The evening progressed wonderfully, and I stopped after my third drink. I had already bonded with two of my new colleagues. It was great to have the burden lifted, at least for a little while. It wasn't till bedtime that I thought briefly of Josh, and I wondered if he had thought of me at all? My thoughts quickly changed to Jeff, who had managed to intrigue me in spite of myself. I had flirted like mad with him and he had with me, as well. I would be careful not to let this interfere with my time here, but I had a quick feeling that it would. Friday night came at last. The first week in New York had gone off without a hitch. I had made some new friends, found that I worked very well with my team of writers, and I had gushed when I saw my first piece published in New York Now. I had written an editorial type of piece to introduce myself. I would be working closely with the tourism and events team. I had won Brice Cavanaugh's heart for all time, or so I believed. "You're a hot piece, Wilson," he bellowed. "People are impressed with your style. Keep it up!" Life was good so far, and it felt amazing to be away from the drama in Chicago. I did, however, miss my best friend. "So, he's taking me to a Yankees game tonight," I told Renee on my cell phone as I slid out of a casual black skirt and a red blouse. "He's amazingly handsome, my friend." "Hmmm," she sighed. "You're in New York less than a week and you've already got a date. I'm so freakin' proud of you!" "Yeah, and I need to hustle because he's coming to pick me up in twenty minutes. I'll talk to you soon!" I had managed to pick up a tight black t-shirt with a sparkly Yankees symbol on the front of it. I paired it with some low-rise denim Capri pants and stylish strappy black sandals. I brushed my dark hair and reapplied some more make up. I appraised myself and thought that I was looking pretty hot. Chicago Love Story Ch. 04 Thank you for all the feedback and emails on Izzy's love saga. It took a while to help her decide because as a writer, I fell in love with Josh and Jeff both. Imagine how hard of a choice it was for our heroine! Please leave your feedback and as ever, thanks for reading! Stay tuned for more stories like Izzy's! The End Sunshine filtered in through the window of Isabelle's cozy bedroom. She turned and stretched in her bed, slowly waking up to a serene, late autumn morning. She stretched and turned, fully aware of the fact that she was not alone. She smiled to herself as she watched him sleep. He looked as though he were really enjoying his rest, so she resisted to urge to snuggle into him in fears it would wake him. After a moment, she couldn't help herself. He groaned low, slowly wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her hair. "Mmmm, sweetie, you feel good," he uttered. She closed her eyes and settled into the comforting strength of his embrace. It was with this man she had finally found her true love and solace. They had shared their amount of difficulties to finally be together, but she regretted nothing that had happened along the way. She closed her eyes and settled in to fall asleep again, as she giggled to herself to hear him snoring peacefully. She thought back to a few months earlier when she had returned to her beloved Chicago after a brief stint working in New York.... It seemed like ages ago now. She closed her eyes and replayed the events that had paved the way to the very second she was living now.... "Izzy, look, I really need to talk to you," Josh said impatiently. "I- I just missed you so much. There were so many times I just wanted to pick up the phone and call you." " Josh," Izzy said carefully. "For what it's worth, I missed you too." She carefully checked her watch and figured she'd have plenty of time to run home, change, and then head down to Midway Airport to pick up Jeff. Her mind was whirling as she thought of Jeff's impromptu decision to come out to Chicago. But for now, she needed to focus on what Josh needed to say. He bent so that they were eye to eye, and he placed his hands at her shoulders. He noted the confusion in her deep brown eyes. He was happy to see that the scar of the pain he'd caused her was now absent. There was a glimmer in them again. He hoped... Well, he hoped it was because of him. "Izzy, I'm so sorry for the pain I caused you," he said, his crystal blue eyes glittering like ice. "When you were gone, it gave me a chance to do a lot of thinking. It made me realize that with you gone, it just didn't feel right to me. I know that we took our friendship to a pretty intimate level and I hurt you deeply when...well, you know when. But the truth is, Izzy, I was scared to admit to you and to myself that I love you. Plain and simple. Isabelle, I'm crazy in love with you." Izzy gulped and closed her eyes, forcing herself not to cry. These are the words she had waited to hear from him, but the game now had another player. Jeff. She smiled a little thinking that as they spoke he was headed to Chicago. For her. There was no mystery with Jeff. He was mature, and best of all, there was no Molly to mess things up. Without another thought, her words tumbled out of her mouth like someone had just dropped a crystal vase. "I... I met someone in New York," she said in a rush. "In fact, he's on his way to Chicago right now. I'm so sorry, Josh." She watched his face fall, and for a very painful second her own misery from the spring mirrored itself on his handsome, albeit crestfallen, face. She hated that she felt the payback was due, but then, she felt pity. "Oh," he said brokenly. He stepped back from her and looked as though he didn't know what to say. "I... I guess that's it then." "Josh," she whispered, taking his hand in hers. "I guess it just wasn't meant to be." They stood silently, a bittersweet moment lingering. She awkardly slung her laptop case onto her shoulder and took her leave. She didn't look back. Josh stood frozen and numb. It didn't seem real, but just as he had been feeling guilty all summer for what he had done to her, he supposed he deserved this moment. Isabelle let the tears win as she rode the El home to her apartment. Why was life always throwing her crazy curveballs like this? She admitted she had feelings for Jeff and wanted to see where they would go. She had no idea what to expect when she saw him at Midway. But then, there was Josh. She tried not to think about all she had buried deep down inside of herself. The thoughts and memories dared to haunt her as she drove along the Stevenson Expressway towards the airport, but as she edged closer, her heart warmed thinking about Jeff. It would be an interesting story to hear as he explained the reason for this crazy, impromptu trip. She finally pulled up to the pick up area where he stood with his luggage. He looked dazed, but happy in a pair of jeans, a gray t-shirt, and his Yankees ballcap turned around backwards. She giggled when she saw him as he reminded her of a teenager waiting to pick up his prom date. He held out his arms and held her closely to him. "You're insane, dude, seriously," Isabelle said, her heart thumping. "Really?" "I thought you'd be surprised," he laughed as he put his things into the trunk of her car. "In any case, Bella, you are like medicine for a sick man. I've missed you like crazy." He kissed her gently right before the airport security shooed them away from the curb. They drove in silence for a bit before she broke it with her nervous chit chat. That was so Izzy. "So, I know you're dying to see the city with me because I know you've only been here a few times, but I figured we go get something to eat and then just relax by my place for the night. I assume you're coming into the office with me tomorrow?" "Right on, babe. Sounds like a good idea." He was silent for a few seconds before talking again. "So, just wanted to let you know that I didn't get a return flight yet. Cavanaugh said I could work remote and email my work. And he also talked to one of your guys about doing that New York to Chicago swap thing. It totally looks like things could go well here." "Ok," Isabelle replied, not exactly knowing what to say. "I mean, this is just so off the wall surprising to me. I guess we'll- "Bella," he interrupted. "Here's the deal. I couldn't stop thinking about you. When you left New York, it felt like a piece of me went back with you to Chicago. I know it hadn't even been a day, but I can't describe it. You just... I dunno. You make me feel right again. I haven't felt this way since... A long time." "So you were just moping around Manhattan and the notion suddently struck you to book a flight to Chicago to see me?" "Um," he laughed low. "I had some help. From Bradlee. I think she saw something that we couldn't see before you left. When she got to work this morning, she had gone to my computer and had the airline website called up waiting for me. She saw me looking and told me to go for it." Izzy laughed and felt her heart yearn for the friend she had made in Bradlee, her New York confidente. "Ok," Isabelle giggled, assessing the situation. "You're suddenly here in Chicago to stay indefinitely while we figure out what's going on between us. You're a piece of work, Augustino. What am I gonna do with you?" "Oh, I can definitely think of a few things," he said devilishly. "Wow, take a look at that skyline. Divine." "Yeah, we're pretty proud of it." Isbelle drove into the heart of the city and soon pulled up to the front of her apartment where luckily she was able to find close parking. Her small apartment certainly wasn't as lavish as Jeff's Manhattan digs, but it was her home and she was proud of it. They ordered Chinese take out and relaxed on her couch sipping cold beers. Pixie her curious and friendly cat sat and purred contentedly. "It feels good to relax," he said quietly. "I wouldn't mind turning in soon, but first, I would love to have you come over here close to me, baby." Izzy smiled, setting their beers down on the cocktail table in front of her couch. She went right for his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt the stubble of his black 5 o'clock shadow tickle and scratch her chin, but she didn't care. She let herself go in his embrace as his warm hands explored her body. "You really are a crazy one, you know that?" she said between kisses. She ran her hands through his trim black hair and noted the dreamy, faraway look in his deep brown eyes. "If I'm crazy and I can be in this moment for an extended amount of my time, then please don't make me sane again," he said as he pushed her back on the couch. He slowly raised her shirt and began to kiss her stomach up to her breasts. Their clothes fell to the floor as softly as a whisper. As he undid her bra, he kissed her neck and grazed it with his lips, blazing a trail to her shoulder where he took the strap between his teeth and slid it down. She shivered and ran her fingernails down his back in ecstacy, letting out a tiny moan of pleasure. He kissed her lips again, cupping her chin and then slowly caressing her face. He stopped and met her gaze, his brown eyes meeting hers. He smiled and winked before he kissed down her torso again, and when his tongue flicked against the most sensitive part of her, she began to shake with desire. His fingers dipped deep inside as he looked up at her in marvel. He was taken by her simple, classic beauty. Her dark hair fell about her, reminding him of a beautiful creature from a fairy tale. Her rosy lips parted in joy as he couldn't wait to taste her. "Mmm, Jeff," she uttered. "Don't stop. You feel so amazing, baby." Her sensual voice drove him mad with desire as he took her tiny jewel in his mouth and teased it. He only barely heard her cries as he felt his own desire for her mount. "I can't wait to feel you so soft and warm around me, sweetheart," he said as he kissed up her tummy again. She panted with longing as he met her lips again and kissed her deeply. She was satisfied, but not completely. She wouldn't be until she felt him inside of her, and they fell from the clouds together. He entered her swiftly and they both let out a sigh of pent up desire and longing. "I dreamed about this moment," he said as he moved softly inside of her. "I dreamed about you lying beneath me, your eyes closing everytime I thrusted deep inside you. You like what I'm doing to you baby?" "Oh yes," she whimpered. "I love it." "Good," he uttered. "So good." He took her hands in his and raised them above her head, pinning her down as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into the very core of her. She broke out of his hold to bring his face closer to hers when she kissed him deeply and furiously, her hands dancing in his hair. They traced down his shoulders to his hands, and she found them and laced hers through his. Her hips bucked up to meet his, and then she wrapped her legs around his waist. "It feels so good to be wrapped around you like this, Jeff," she whispered between kisses. "I'm going to make you cum so hard." His eyes closed as he continued to move quicker on top of her, his nostrils flaring slightly. He sighed and moaned as he pushed in and out of her deeply. "I'm gonna make you cum first, gorgeous," he whispered, his voice passionate and deep. "Feel my cock working you like that? It's because you drive me wild, Bella. Wild." "Oh, Jeff," she cried, feeling the pangs of her desire mounting. "Don't stop, baby. Oh yes. Keep going." "You like it like that? You like how I fuck you baby?" "Yes," she uttered. "Yes." She squeezed his cock hard in her iron grip and let the molten waves of passion carry her. She dimly heard his own cries above her as she was carried adrift on her release. Her heart drumming, she kept her eyes closed for a moment. It was over. Her eyes fluttered open only to see him gazing at her through half-closed lids, his expression one of relief and satisfaction. She smiled and giggled. "Wow," she said. "That, babe, was freakin' amazing." He carefully pulled out of her, but held her close in his embrace. He buried his face in her neck and waited till his breathing calmed down a bit. He kissed her gently, nipping her with his teeth. "Amazing doesn't even begin to describe it," he said coolly. "We need to send Bradlee a bouquet of flowers or something." "Mmmm," Isabelle sighed, playing with his sweaty hair. "I would agree." They at last settled into the comfort of Izzy's bed. Jeff slept his first night in the arms of Izzy. Morning came quicker than expected. It felt different to have someone sharing her bed and her morning routine. As Izzy slipped into a pair of casual gray capri pants and flowy black shirt, she listened and giggled as Jeff sang in the shower. He emerged damp and grinning, which made her smile and laugh. He tried to embrace her, but she moved quickly to avoid messing up her outfit. "I'm fired up today, Bella," he said after he dressed himself in a simple pair of jeans and a navy blue shirt neatly tucked in. "I get to meet the Chicago crowd." "Yeah," she uttered, grabbing her purse and work bag. "Let's hope they're not too hostile." She wondered what Josh would think of this whole situation. She shivered and was glad that Jeff didn't notice. "They'll be cool," he said confidently. "What's not to like about me?" "Mmm," she uttered. "I haven't found one thing yet that hasn't pleased me." He laughed low and kissed her deeply, gently. He wanted to crawl back into bed and ravish her, but he knew that couldn't happen. Not till this evening, he thought wickedly. After stopping for coffees and muffins, they stepped out of the elevator together to the office of the Windy City Times. Jeff felt right at home in the busy atmosphere of the newsroom. Isabelle did the proper introductions to the important ones- editors, assistants, and the like. "Jeff, this is Josh Daniels," she said tersely and somewhat uncomfortably. "He's our very own music and entertainment guy." Jeff immediately picked up on the tension. He eyed the tall, stocky man wearing jeans and a button down black shirt speculatively. He saw raw emotion in his blue eyes as they searched him with animosity. He eyed Izzy longingly and it made Jeff's heart wrench a little. It dawned on him who this man was. He had to have been the reason why Izzy ran off to New York. "Welcome aboard, man," Josh said stiffly as he shook his hand. He barely made eye contact with Jeff. He looked at Izzy and simply nodded. "Looking forward to working with you," Jeff answered as he walked away with Izzy. When they reached the confines of her cube, he leaned against the wall as she sat and gnawed at her lip. "Wanna talk about it?" "Talk about what?" She said quickly. "Izzy, c'mon, babe," he said gently as he caressed her shoulders and bent low to kiss the top of her head. "He's the guy. I figured it out." "You don't need to go there, Jeff," she said. "I have a lot of phone calls to make this morning. You've already met Mike, and he's going to set you up with what you need to know. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask, ok?" He sensed immediately that this was something she simply didn't want to discuss. He didn't press the issue, but later, after the work day was over, he suggested a walk by the lake. He had never been around the museums and Soldier Field, so that is where they went. "So, this is where it all goes down," he said as they faced the front of the Bears stadium. "When I was a kid growing up out east, I wanted a copy of the Superbowl Shuffle, but my dad wouldn't let me. He's a diehard Giants fan. " "My Walter Payton jersey that I had when I was nine is still in mint condition," she said proudly. They walked silently, hand in hand, near the water's edge. He sensed something was amiss with her. It unnerved him. "Her name is Michelle," he said softly. "I realize I've never really talked about her much. In fact, I haven't talked about her at all." "I assume you're talking about your ex?" she inquired gently. "You don't have to, really, Jeff, it's-" "Izzy," he interrupted, stopping her and taking her hands in his. "Let me talk, ok?" They began to walk again, and Jeff continued. "We were college sweethearts," he said. "I just... Ugh, I just fell in love with her so fast. It was crazy, ya know? But in retrospect, we were kids. We both got a dose of reality and figured out that the adults we'd become weren't as compatible as the kids we were in college." "That makes total sense," she said logically. "But, I'm not exactly sure why you're telling me this." "Because I figured out that Josh dude is the one you ran away from," he said with a smile on his face. "You're a smokin' chick, babe. I can see he digs you. Still." "He broke my heart," she said softly. "And I realize that he still has feelings for me. In fact, he admitted as much last night before I came out to get you." "And you're completely over him?" Isabelle noted the neutral tone in his voice. She knew there was no good way to answer his question. The truth of the matter was that she didn't know what her heart held. When she told him as much, he simply nodded. He stopped her and held her closely to his chest, running his hands through her dark hair. He felt her relax in his embrace and it made him happy. "It's been a year since my divorce, and I know a part of me will always love Michelle," he said softly. "But my heart is open, Isabelle. I told you before that there is something about you... I dunno. You just make me feel alive again. " "I don't know what the future holds for us, Jeff," she said softly. "I'm willing just to live a moment at a time. What's meant to be will happen no matter what." He smiled and whispered gently in her ear how he couldn't wait to take her home and ravish her. It was enough. Josh cranked the music on his iPod as he found his way to the El stop that would take him him. Fucking New York bastard. His smarmy "right on, man" was irritating, and instead of saying "cool" or "awesome", he said "solid", and it was enough to drive him insane. Petty and immature? Of course it was, but damn it, he had Izzy and Josh didn't. Josh pursed his lips and stood facing the door of the train. He didn't see anything except a blur. He gripped the silver pole with vengeance, imagining it was Jeffy boy's neck. It was Josh's own damn fault that Isabelle was probably getting naked with the asshole right that second... and he was on the El wishing he could give Jeff Augustino a nice punch in the jaw for stealing away the woman he loved. Yes, damn it. He loved Isabelle. So much it hurt. "You fucked up, man," his friend Mike told him later that night as they commiserated over a case of beer. "That Molly chick was the nail that sealed your coffin shut." "Yeah, don't I know it," he slurred, opening his fifth beer. "If I could turn the clock back." "Let me guess," Mike laughed as he slurped his beer. "Jeff is a preppy jagoff. I bet he was in a fraternity and he has a sister named Mimsy or some shit like that." "Who knows," Josh sighed. "I just know that I've lost her. She's into this guy big time, Mike. I need to find another freakin' job. It just hurts, man. She's gonna marry him and move to the Gold Coast with all his money he made on Wall Street." "Yeah," Mike sighed, trying not to laugh. "He'll buy her a lakeside condo and season tickets to the Bears. I bet he eats her out every night." "Enough, you bastard," Josh bellowed, slamming his now-empty beer can down on the table. "Why not put more fuckin' salt on my wound?" "So what does New York have that you don't? " Mike said after a moment. "I mean, you fucked her first. Technically, she's yours, right? He stole her from you. Fight for what's yours, man."