2 comments/ 9500 views/ 5 favorites The One That Got Away Ch. 01 By: fabledfaerie "Left you by the house of fun Don't know why I didn't come Don't know why I didn't come When I saw the break of day Wished that I could fly away 'Stead of kneeling in the sand Catching teardrops in my hand.." "What're you thinking about again?" I looked up from the CD in my hand at the brunette in front of me, her arms crossed and a slight knowing smile at the corner of her lips. "Nothing..oh you know.." I shrugged and slid the CD back in its spot. "Eve's getting married, did you hear?" "Hear? It's next week. Have you got her a present yet?" My best friend stood beside me, squinting at the tiny lettering on the shelves. "No, it's so hard to find a good present that's not too pricey and not too cheap," I sighed. "Besides, I haven't seen Eve in forever. I have no idea what she likes now. What if her taste has changed? What d'you think Pam, should I get this CD," Pam looked at it and shook her head. "You're right.. the last time we saw her was at that gathering years ago. Y'know the one where you dissed me and left with that guy. What's his name?" I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I didn't remember, but nothing gets past Pam. "Daryl." "Darrrylll. Yes. He was always such a douche." "No he's not! I never got why you guys said that about him. You don't even know him." Turning on my heel I left the store, Pam trailing behind. She slipped her arm through mine. "W-elll he Was attached when he kissed you, and he Did know you liked him," she did that annoying eye-roll that she likes to do when she knows she's right. "Pam we were eighteen. Being attached then didn't mean anything. Hell he's probably gone through a string of girlfriends since then." "Pre-cisely. Anyway. Back to Eve's wedding. We really do need to get a present for her, oh and a date. Have you got a date? Because if you don't I know this guy, he's totally eligible, although I wouldn't know if you'd consider him your type. I'd choose him myself but he's so tall and you know how it is.." My eyes took on that glaze again as Pam continued her little ramble. ----------------------------- Wedding bells. "Oh man. I'm so not prepared for this." "Relax Liz, everything's going to be fine. We'll just pass her her monogrammed set of cutlery, she'll be pleased and we just need to sit through it," Pam hissed in my ear, probably prompted by the slight sickly tinge that was just starting to creep over my face. The wedding chapel was pretty enough, the ceilings were high, the pews were good wood and the people that were milling in all seemed smiling and happy. Also, the date that Pam had stuck me with was nice enough, I guess. I snuck a look up at him. Man, he was tall. She wasn't kidding about that. He stood slightly nervous beside me as we filed into the chapel with everyone else, pausing to sign in the guestbook. A white-toothed girl passed me a gold pen to sign with. "Best wishes for the bride and groom," she grinned. Slightly dazzled by her smile I nodded and leaned down to write a few words that would probably not be recognizable after all the other guests' scribbles. As I looked up from the white- lined desk a familiar smile caught my eye. My breath caught in my chest. "Shitshitshitshit," I turned and flailed in the crowd, searching for Pam. She was not far away, thank God. "OMYGOD, PAM, IT'S HIM," I hissed. Pam tossed a flyaway curl out of her eyes. "Who, who??" "IT'S HIM IT'S HIM OH GOD DON'T LOOK THERE DON'T LOOK – OH GOD YOU LOOKED," "Oh my, he looks.. he looks.." Pam pursed her lips. "I must say he looks good, for a douche." "Stop calling him that!" I hissed, holding my head in my hands. My forgotten date seemed to be looking for me. "Ah screw it all let's go," "Go?? Go where? We can't miss Eve's wedding are you crazy! Suck it up and let's go." I snuck a look over her shoulder and those eyes were looking straight at me, mirth in their edges. "AH MAN HE SAW ME SHIT WHAT SHOULD I DO," "Don't be stupid! LIZ." Pam grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "You're not eighteen anymore, you're twenty-freaking-eight years old, that's a whole decade's difference. Now calm down. It.will.be.okay." I took strength from her eyes and nodded, smoothing the skirt of my simple peach dress. "Alright alright. Let's go. Your guy is looking for me. What's his name again?" "William." "William. My god Pam that's a boring name." As we walked back into the chapel and shuffled into our seats where William was waiting for us patiently, I looked quickly around the room to look for him but to no avail. Maybe he was gone. Maybe he had gone into another chapel. Oh, maybe. "Lizzy." That hand on my shoulder told me that I was an idiot for such crazy hopes. Its weight and warmth was unnerving. Closing my eyes I swallowed quickly and looked up. "Daryl. Hi, I – I didn't know you were invited," I smiled nervously. He smiled back at me. He looked just the same, just older, his hair was longer, but his smile. It was exactly the same roguish smile that first – "Yes, well, I don't see why not. Pam," Daryl nodded at Pamela, whom I was sure was grinning beside me. He wore a well-cut suit that fit every line of his body perfectly, and he – oh what was he doing? He was extending his hand to me. Bewildered, I took it as I would receive a handshake, but he turned my wrist over and leaned down to kiss the back of it. I flushed. "Do you mind if I borrow her for a bit," Daryl looked at Pam. Pam (the devil) shook her head lightly and motioned for me to go with him. I glared at her – much to the wonderment of William, who sat beside her – and then turned and plastered a smile on my face for Daryl. We didn't go very far. The ceremony was due to begin soon and as lovely as the weather was outside we'd have to go back in. I took great care to avoid Daryl's long looks. "Well... it's nice out here I think we should go ba-" "Why didn't you ever answer my calls, Lizzy," I sucked on my lower lip. "I don't really want to talk about that now," "Why? I waited for you." I studied an odd-shaped blade of grass in the garden. When I turned to look at him, my voice was even. "I liked you. I really liked you." God, why did he have to be so good looking? "You were attached. It was a one-time thing, I got that, so I left." Daryl eyed my face. He seemed to have gained a few more lines around his mouth, yet it made him look even better, however that's possible. "Lizzy. We were eighteen. You ignored me for ten years." My eyes popped a bit at the fact that he knew exactly how long it had been. "I.. I was busy." "For ten years?" Squaring my jaw I looked him in the eye. "You wouldn't have stayed with me. Why bother if it wouldn't last? Right? Excuse me, I believe the ceremony is beginning." He held on to my arm. "Who said I wouldn't have stayed with you?" Despair was beginning to creep into my voice. "Daryl, I'm neurotic. And needy. And many other things. It wouldn't have worked out. Can we just leave it at that?" "No. I came here today because I knew you'd be here." "Well, I am. Now don't you have some girlfriend to attend to or something?" Irked, I brushed his fingers away, though they left a lingering warmth, much to my annoyance. "No, I left Debbie that summer and I have been single since." My mouth dropped. Now that was unbelievable. I turned to face him. "Do you really think I'm that stupid enough to believe you?? Single?? You? For ten years?" Daryl stepped closer and looked down at me. "Yes. You don't know how many times I've thought of you, and of that night," his voice warmed the pit of my stomach and a dangerous heat started to spread from where his face leaned so close to mine. The wedding march started up in the church. I set off determinedly in the direction of the door. "You might not believe me but it's true! You'll see," I brushed those words away as I entered the calm of the church. ------------------------------ Pam wiped her tears away with a tissue. "Oh I didn't know it would be so beautiful! Did you know that they met that way? And when Paul's voice broke – it was simply touching," Smirking slightly I pulled out another tissue from the packet and handed it to her. "Yes yes it was." Normally I would be as misty-eyed, and truth be told the wedding was indeed beautiful but I simply did not have the mood to be fawning over old friends' bliss. "Will you stop moping, you haven't stopped since you spoke to him. What did he tell you anyway," Pam blew her nose loudly in the tissue. Not that anyone could really hear – the chatter that accompanied the wedding reception was enough to mask it. "Nothing important," I mumbled, looking dismally to where Daryl was talking to some hot chick. Pam followed my eyes. "Don't be a ditz, Liz. You either forget about him or you go after him. Okay? Now I have to go look for William, since you've made your lack of interest so clear, the poor thing," I barely looked up as she left. Maybe I should leave. After all.. my duty was done. Sighing slightly I picked up my handbag and walked quietly to the carpark. White rosettes were festooned everywhere. Damn these people and their happiness. Grumbling lowly to myself I opened the door and slid into my seat. When I reached to close it, though, a hand reached out to stop me. "Leaving so soon?" Exasperated, I looked up. "What the hell do you want, Daryl," was he grinning at me?? "You." "Oh shut it with the cheese, I've had enough," I tried to close the door but he stopped me, laughter in his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful eyes that turned dark when – oh no way was I going there. "How about just one kiss?" Daryl smiled down at me. He poked his head slightly in the car. Was he tipsy? "One kiss my ass!" I took my handbag and smacked him hard across the arm. Surprised, he dodged. "That's no way to treat your ex-lover," he tutted. "We weren't lovers!" He laughed again – that infuriating laugh – and ignored my protests, leaning closer till his face was just that close to mine. I licked my lips hesitantly and eyed his mouth. But he didn't kiss me. Instead, he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. "I don't know what you'd call us then, considering how many times I made you moan," His breath made me shiver but when he withdrew there was pure fury in my eyes. "Leave me alone. That night is our secret. I have never told anyone and you promised not to tell." Daryl shrugged. "I don't see what the big deal is. But yes, I haven't told anyone. Not that there's anyone to tell." He took a step back from the car, shaded his eyes against the sun and then looked back at me. "You know what, can you give me a ride?" "Ex-cuse me?" I spluttered. His eyes danced. "Not that kind of ride. God you still have the same filthy mind." My mouth opened and closed like a shocked fish. Swiftly, Daryl made his way to the other side of the car and got in. "Well, let's go." He lounged back in his seat and smiled at me. I could barely think straight but my limbs went into automatic mode. I locked the doors, released the brake and we shifted out of the place where Eve and Paul had just had their biggest day. "Sure you don't want one kiss?" Daryl looked at me. I couldn't help but smile. "Well maybe if you stopped bugging me." His lips turned up. "Where are you going anyway," Daryl looked out the window. "To your place. Or mine. Whichever's nearer." Shocked, I nearly slammed on the brakes. But my careful driver's instincts did not allow for that. Looking in the rearview mirror for any cars I resumed my speed. "You're such an ass, Daryl," but there was no heat in my voice. No heat! Why wasn't I angry? Maybe because you want what he wants – a voice in my head taunted. I frowned. He laughed. "At least I'm honest. Come on Liz I've been thinking about you all these years!" "Ye-ahhh sure all these years." He fell silent. Then I felt his hand soft on my chin. "You're still as beautiful as ever." Blushing furiously I kept my eyes on the road. "You're still an ass." "Pull over." "What?" "Pull over." Daryl reached out and turned the steering wheel. Squealing, I let him and found ourselves parked at the side of a quiet road. "Okay.. what do you want." "This." He leaned in closer, firm hand on my chin, fingers feathering my jawbone. I caught a brief flash of his beautiful eyes – there they turned darker, oh, and his masculine scent that I never forgot – breathed in his shirt over and over, the night after he'd left, breathed in my own clothes for his scent – and his perfect mouth pressed softly against mine. "Oh.." I gripped the hands that touched me and leaned closer, deeper into his kiss. He pulled away slightly and looked at me, as if dazed by me, and slanted his mouth over mine, his lips parting, tongue sweeping out gently into mine. I gave him access and for the first time in so long – I felt that spiked desire spread through my limbs as he fed on my mouth. We kissed softly at first, then harder, and his hands fisted in my hair, pulling me closer. "Lizzy," Daryl pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead against mine and stroking my cheek. "I've waited so long." To my embarrassment I felt tears gathering in my eyes. "You're perfect," he kissed me again and again, little soft kisses on my mouth and then along my chin and jaw, and when he licked the nook where jaw meets neck my mouth opened on a soft moan. "Daryl, Daryl," there were so many words to say, but so few that could express how I really felt. He looked into my eyes. His were so dark they were almost black. His mouth was flushed from kissing me. "Please. I don't want it to be in a car again, not this time." As my mind tried to warn me against it my body hummed otherwise and so I said nothing as we exchanged seats and he drove us back to his apartment. ------------------------------------ He had a nice place. I told him so. The ride had given my senses some time to clear up. "Well.. I think..maybe I should go now," Daryl held on to my hand. I withdrew it and clutched it defensively to my chest. He didn't let go. "No," he said, looking down to where his hand was pressed against me. A thumb drew out and over the soft curve of my breast. "Please don't go, Lizzy," I think I almost whimpered. "Give me one night," he whispered, standing closer to me. His big frame enveloped me, that musk and his eyes – how was I going to explain this one to Pam – "Just one night, and you can decide after," his words should have given me pause but I did not, and when he pulled me closer to kiss me I let him. "You're so perfect, Lizzy," Daryl breathed in my ear. I shuddered against him as he licked up the curve of my ear and suckled on the lobe. My flesh started to tingle. He smiled against me and swept me up in his arms suddenly. My squeal turned to nervous laughter when he laid me on the long couch. "So perfect I could eat you up," His words sparked a warmth low in my stomach and I clasped my legs together instinctively. "Ha-ha Daryl, always the cheese." A failed attempt at smarmy humour. Especially since he smiled devilishly at me and pushed my body further up. "Mygod Daryl," His fingers traced the swell of my breasts, feeling their weight, and with great ease pulled the fabric aside. His mouth on me was a pleasure I had almost forgotten. Biting my lip I tried both to push his head away and pull it nearer. The ache between my legs grew heavier. When he lifted his mouth from me Daryl was smiling. I wanted to smack his head. "So you don't want me to eat you, huh," he lowered his torso, dragging it along my body. I arched up against him and he lifted my dress. Gasping, I tried to tug it back down. "Now why would you do that, Lizzy," he murmured, easily overriding my strength. With the other hand he traced the dip in my stomach. Involuntary shivers went up my body. "What do we have here," his eyes were black. So black. With his thumb he stroked the front of my panties. A guttural moan stuck in my throat. He caught my eye. "I bet you're so wet right now. That I could just sink into you." Swallowing, I watched as he slowly peeled my panties down. The hunger in his eyes grew as he looked down at my clean shaven parts. "Lizzy." My name came out as a cross between a hiss and a growl. He bent his head and just as I felt his fingers part my lips he moved closer and licked up the length of my pussy. "Ohh.." I gripped fistfuls of material on the couch, his mouth savouring me, relishing in sucking and licking at my aroused flesh. "Daryl. Daryl." I shifted my hands to his head as he moved it relentlessly between my thighs. His tongue – oh his tongue was so good on me. My clit was swollen and slick from his mouth and he kept licking me, over and over. Then I felt his fingers sweeping over me, finding me wet and slipping inside, easing the deep ache as he feasted between my legs. "Liz, Liz you still taste so good," he groaned. I clasped my legs around his head and pulled him up. He lay over me in his suit. Already I could feel the heavy outline of him pressing against me. His eyes, dark with desire, drank me in. I smoothed the front of his shirt. Couldn't believe it was him. Daryl. I had been in love..and I thought, it was all over. Could it be, was it really him? I felt his skin, taking off his shirt to feel him, to remember him. He let me undress him quietly. When I reached down and popped the button on his pants, I locked eyes with him. It was my turn to smile when I felt the length of him through the fabric. His eyes gave away how tortured he felt. "Lizzy." Smiling, I pulled his zip down and used my feet to push the fabric down his legs. Daryl in turn pulled my dress over my head. We lay there on his couch in our underwear. My fingers found the texture of the sparse hairs on his chest delightful. "So.. you've been thinking about this, huh," I whispered. "Every day." Daryl answered, sounding slightly pained. I smiled and pulled his head closer. "I'm wet. Take me." Moaning, Daryl pulled off his briefs and my bra. His eyes took in the slightly less-perky breasts that he had once plumped up with his hands. "We'll take it slow next time," he muttered, spreading my legs and fitting himself to me. I felt the heavy head of his cock press at my entrance. I was so wet.. it felt amazing to have his searing heat against me. I reached up to frame his face with my hands and kissed him. He smiled down at me and pressed his hips against mine. A slight give – and he was sliding inside me, that velvet friction of his flesh in mine. I shuddered at the fullness of him in me and pulled up my legs to hook behind his back. Struggling for control, Daryl shifted us in a better position on his couch and began to pump slowly into me. Our skin was moist from excitement and each push of his hips pressed against the sensitive nub of my clit. I sighed in pleasure as he moved his cock inside me. Pulling his head closer I whispered in his ear, "Fuck me harder." Something flashed in his eyes and Daryl tipped me up higher, angling himself deeper inside me and began thrusting hungrily into my body. I gasped with each heavy thud as his body met mine over and over and over and his eyes were lost in his own pleasure. When I saw that and he reached down to rub my clit, his fingers slippery in my juices, my eyes rolled back in my head with the sheer pleasure of it all and I gave myself up to the blissful dark of orgasm. I don't quite remember what happened after. We lay spooned on the couch for a long time. Questions surfaced one by one in my head, each more difficult to answer than the last. Already I was regretting it. The One That Got Away Ch. 01 "Lizzy?" "Mmm?" "Stop thinking." Daryl reached down from behind me, between my legs, and started lazily rubbing my clit. I couldn't help but moan. "Still like the same things, huh," he laughed tiredly, leaning in to suck on the curve of my neck. "You are amazing," he whispered, slipping one finger inside of me. I could barely keep a straight face. When we had both come again and the sky was just turning light outside sweet sleep claimed me. The One That Got Away Ch. 02 Fifteen minutes after leaving the health club, I pulled up to the valet at Roche's. Service was fast. Suspiciously fast. But I put that suspicion aside when I saw how many girls were in line, compared to how many guys. It was probably just a smart move on the manager's part to let a few men in before they let more girls in. A lot of nightclubs did that. I got in line. But it was a very short wait in line. And the bouncer didn't even hassle me, like they usually do at these places. He just lifted the velvet rope for me, and just like that, I was inside. Then the hostess appeared and said, "Good evening, sir." I said, "Hi. What's the cover?" Her gaze walked all over me before she said, "In your case, none. Would you be interested in a private room?" Bingo! I said, "What's that?" "It's a very private lounge, sir, for you and whoever you invite. You'd have your own waitress and everything." "And everything? What does that include?" The hostess blushed. "Why don't you get a room and find out?" "Sure. Why not?" The hostess reached up and touched a button on her headset. "Freddie? I have a gentleman who wants a private room." A few seconds later, a tall black man, with skin like a candy bar but not nearly as dark as the dude outside, dressed in an equally nice suit, came up. "Hi there, sir. I'm Freddie." "Hi, Freddie. How's it going?" "Not too bad. Right this way, sir." "Lead the way." Minutes later, I was in my lounge. It seemed quite private. I could hardly even hear the music playing in the main room. Plush red shag carpet was even on the walls. As I came in, there was a dark brown velour couch against the far wall, with a low black coffee table. But it wasn't just an ordinary couch. It was a sectional couch. There were even a couple of ottomans to use. I hadn't been alone very long when not one but two women came in. They were both dressed to kill. My heart skipped a beat. The one who came in first was obviously full blood Chinese. She had straight black hair past her shoulders, contrasting with skin as pale as the moon. Her slim figure was dressed in a classy black velvet strapless mini-dress and sky-high black patent-leather pumps. Her mouth was painted with strawberry red lipstick. The girl coming in behind her would have been pretty enough on her own, but set next to her friend, she was a pale imitation. She wore a white slip-dress, her hair a pretty but artificial shade of blonde. The woman in black sat next to me on my right and said, "Hi, I'm Lisa. This is my friend Jasmine." "Hi. I'm Matt." "We're very happy to meet you. Aren't we, Jasmine?" The girl on my left, Jasmine, said, "Yes, we are." Then the waitress arrived. She was a skinny blonde, with deeply tanned skin, dressed in a tight white t-shirt, a short, tight black skirt and these unreal high heels. "Hi, I'm Nina. I'll be your waitress this evening. What can I get for you?" "Oh, I'll have a wine cooler. And a plate of appetizers. You girls want something?" The two girls each ordered a drink. The waitress smiled as she copied it down. "I'll be right back." Lisa smiled, rubbing my arm. "So, have you been here before?" "Uh, no, actually, I haven't." Lisa looked past me, to smile at her friend. I grinned back. The waitress returned a few minutes later with our drinks, and the food, and then placed two ceramic bowls on the coffee table with a sly wink. "Have fun, sir." I said, "Fun? With what?" But she had already left. "With these." Lisa had lifted one of the bowls and offered it to me. I looked and saw the famous little blue pills, still in the strips of blister packs. This was obviously the fun the waitress had referred to. But I pretended to hesitate. "Uh, I'm not too sure about this." Lisa rubbed my arm. "Oh, come on, honey. We're all consenting adults here. I know I am. And obviously you are." Jasmine said, "Yeah. Me too." Lisa said, "What's the matter? Never had a threesome before?" I said, "Uh...Nope." Lisa ripped one of the blisters off the strip. "You just take one of these little miracles, honey, and I promise you won't have anything to worry about." She dropped the pill in my palm. "What are you waiting for?" "Here goes." While she and her friend turned their backs to get their drinks, I dropped the pill in my shirt pocket. Then I pretended to swallow it. Lisa said, "While you're waiting for that pill to work, we're just going to go to the ladies' room to freshen up. Don't go anywhere." I cracked a grin. "Wouldn't dream of it." The girls closed the door behind them, smiling broadly at me. But I wasn't going to be here when they got back. I almost regretted leaving like this. But I was sure they'd be having fun with some other dude before the night was over. I took out my cell phone and snapped a few pictures of the room and of the two bowls, and the three drinks. Evidence, you know. Then, I grabbed a few of the blister strips, plus some of the condoms and put them in my coat pocket. I put a twenty-dollar bill on the table for the waitress. Then I quietly left, after wolfing down some of the appetizers. I made it out into the hallway and back into the club itself, where nobody gave me a second look, past the thankfully empty hostess station and outside to the valet, where the same kid who'd parked my car came out. The kid favored me with a grin. "Wow, that was fast." I shrugged. "What can I say? I got what I needed." That was for sure. I showed the kid my claim ticket. "Now, if you could get my car, please?" The kid's grin widened. "Sure. Be right back." He took it and quickly left. "Thanks." I sure hoped this wouldn't take long. My stomach growled. I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch time, except for the appetizers. I turned around just in time to bump into a cute little brunette in a tight silver dress. I said, "Sorry." "Oh, Matthew, thank God it's you! Please get me out of here!" "Leoni? What are you doing here?" "I don't have time to explain. Just get me out of here!" I didn't even think about it. I took her hand. It was like she never left me. "You won't mind being seen leaving with me?" "No I won't mind. Let's go, Matthew." "Chill for a second, Leoni. That kid still has to come back with the truck." "You still drive that thing?" "Yes. Not only is it environmentally sensitive and economically sensible, but it was a present from a client." "Wow. Must have been some client." "Oh trust me, they were. You want one? He's got cars, too." "I don't believe you. But gas prices aren't getting any lower, that's for sure." "I'll call the client. He can give you a great deal." "Just get me out of here first." "Working on it." She squeezed my hand. "Okay, honey." A few minutes later, the kid did indeed pull up in my vehicle. I heard him engage the parking brake and then he hopped out. "Here you go, sir." "Thanks a lot." "No problem." I handed him a ten-dollar bill. "And if anybody asks, I was never here." The kid nodded. "No sweat. I got your back, sir." I patted his arm at the shoulder. "Good man. Don't work too hard." "No sir. You have a good one." "Thanks." I hopped in and put on my seat belt. Leoni got in on the passenger side. As soon as she got in, she scrunched down in her seat to make herself shrink. I drove away into the night. "What are you doing?" "I don't want Kate to see me leaving." "You want to tell me what's going on?" "We made a bet. A stupid bet." "What was this bet about?" Leoni rolled her eyes. "I made this bet with Kate that Charlie Sheen was going to go back to his sitcom." I tried not to grin and lost. "You still like Charlie Sheen, huh?" She wore a sheepish smile. Her voice softened. "Yeah." "So what exactly did you bet?" Leoni hesitated and looked away, like she didn't want to tell me. I said, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." "I know. But I also don't want you thinking I go into places like Roche's." "Fair enough. So, what was the bet about?" "Well, like I said, Kate thought Charlie Sheen wasn't going back to his sitcom. I thought he would." "And if you lost the bet?" "Kate would take me to Roche's and we'd have girl-on-girl sex." There was a few beats of shocked silence. Mine, mostly. Then I said, "Is that why you're dressed like that?" Leoni smiled. "Yeah. Do you like it?" "Yeah, I do like it. You look hot, if you don't mind me saying so." "Thank you, honey. And I don't mind." "I thought you didn't like to wear tight clothes. In public, anyway." "I don't. It was her idea for me to wear this." "Part of the bet?" "Yeah. Just get me as far away from that place as possible." "Way ahead of you, sweetheart." I kept on driving. Then Leoni said, "I didn't go through with it." I actually laughed in relief. "What?" "Kate got us one of those rooms. We started making out and what-have-you. Then Kate went to the ladies' room." "And you just left?" "Yes, I left," she said, lightly pushing my shoulder. "What would you do?" I couldn't keep the laughter out of my voice. Chuckles and guffaws were just itching to come out, and they did. "Guess I would do the same. Those private lounges don't feel very private." "Thank you!" We drove for a few minutes in silence. Finally, I said, "Why on earth did you agree to something like that?" She rolled her eyes again. "Kate thought she'd do me a favor by scratching my itch." "Scratch your itch?" "I haven't seen anyone new since I left you." There was a moment of silence as I drove. Then we stopped at a red light. I looked at her and said, "Really?" There was too much emotion in that single word. Her gaze met mine. She simply said, "No." The light turned green. But I was too busy processing that single word, until someone behind me honked. I stepped on the gas. "By the way, I think you can sit up now." She sat up straight and looked around, relaxing when she realized how far away from the club we were. "You could have told me two blocks ago." I cracked a grin. "Sorry. My bad." "What about you? Have you seen anyone new?" "No." There was too much emotion in that word, too. Leoni reached over and touched my arm. "Oh, honey." We drove for a little while longer in silence. I could feel my pulse going really fast. Leoni suddenly looked at me. "Enough about me. What's a nice guy like you doing in a place like Roche's?" I glanced at her as I drove. "Work. The owner of the club apparently is having trouble getting anyone to invest." "Ah. And he wants you and Rob to fix his image?" "Exactly." "Yes, well, if you don't mind a little advice from a girl." "I don't. Mind, that is. What?" "Don't work for him. Please. You guys have worked really hard for too long to get wrapped up in his mess." I was silent for a minute. "Leoni, are you hungry?" "Yeah. Is there anything good around here?" "I know of a good place nearby." Suddenly, Leoni was touching my arm again with her soft hand. "You know what?" "What?" "The entire time I was in that horrible place with Kate, I prayed that you would come and rescue me." "I'm glad I could answer your prayers." "Me too. How can I repay you?" "Tell me why you left me." "Are you sure you want to know?" "Yeah. I'm sure. How about if I take you to my house?" "Sounds good." So we stopped at a Mexican food joint. I went ahead and used the drive-through. We ordered too much food, but I took it anyway. Then we drove to my house. Leoni was passed out in the guest bed. Out like a light, the poor thing. That flow of old, familiar emotions threatened to overwhelm me as I stood there in the hallway, watching her sleep, watching her breathe. She was lying on her side, still wearing her dress, heels on the floor. She'd wolfed down the takeout I'd bought, then staggered up the stairs and practically fell into bed. Leoni was sleeping in my bed. Well, not in my bed, the bed in the guest bedroom. But she was in my house again. I wasn't sure what all this meant. I was fighting the impulse to hope that this meant we were back together again. I won't lie. It was a nice thought. There weren't very many women out there like Leoni. One smile from those perfect lips or one touch of her hand could turn the worst day into something manageable. As I stood there, I wondered for the thousandth time what on earth made her leave me. Hopefully I would find out in the morning. And maybe I would have the courage to give her the ring. I put her stuff on the dresser and then closed the door. The next morning, I was downstairs in my kitchen making breakfast, when I heard the toilet in the guest bedroom being flushed. My pulse quickened. Leoni was up. A minute later she came down the stairs, wearing the terry cloth bathrobe I had left for her. At the last step she quietly said, "Hey." I looked at and said, "Hey. Good morning." She crossed the room and gave me a hug. "Good morning to you. Thanks again for rescuing me." "No problem. I love rescuing damsels in distress." "You got anything for breakfast?" A few minutes later, we sat down at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal between us. I said, "So. Tell me, what did I do? What did I say?" "What do you mean?" "Well, for you to just up and leave me like that, I must have done something or said something, crossed some kind of invisible line." Leoni smiled sheepishly. "It wasn't you. It was all on me, honey." "You're going to have to explain a little better than that. Because every time I hear a woman say, it's not you, it's me, that says it was me. You're just trying to be nice." She patted my arm, laughing out loud. "This is going to sound so trivial. But at the time it wasn't. That morning, in the bathroom, when you said you loved me, that was the moment I'd always dreamed of." "Me too. So where did I go wrong?" "God, you men! You always think it's about you!" I flinched at her sharp tone. "Okay. So what happened?" Her voice softened. "I didn't think I was good enough for you." "What?" "See, I told you it would sound trivial." "No, I don't think it's trivial at all. But why on earth would you think that?" She shrugged, a tiny motion of tiny shoulders. "Lots of reasons." "Like what?" "You're so successful. All I want to do is support you in that. Someone's got to. I was afraid that wasn't going to be enough for you." Suddenly I got up and raced up the stairs. I quickly went to the night stand and got the ring where I had kept it. Then I raced back down stairs. "Remember that shower we took?" "How could I forget? I almost didn't get out of the house." I chuckled. "Yeah. Well, I had a revelation." "What?" "You were giving me this intimate affection. Without sex. And it was enough. It was a pretty momentous thing. I knew then that I didn't want any other woman." "Oh, honey, that is so sweet!" "Remember that errand I was talking about that morning?" "Of course." I finally showed her what I was carrying - a little black box. Then I flipped open the little box. "I was getting you this." She gasped out loud. Her hands flew to her mouth. Her focus was riveted on the silver ring nestled snugly in black velvet, the single gem sparkling away. "That morning in the bathroom was the most wonderful morning of my life. I was going to ask you not to see other people. Now, you sit there and tell me that you're not good enough for me?" She didn't say anything. Her mouth was glued shut. I saw tears running down her cheeks. I brought her a tissue. "Here." With her right hand, she took the tissue and dabbed at her eyes. She lifted her left hand and extended it out to me. I took her hand and slipped the ring on. She got up, sat in my lap and kissed me, tears and all. "Do you like it?" "Oh my God, honey, I love it! It's beautiful. I would love to not see other people with you!" She leaned in and we were kissing. Kissing like the whole world could have passed by while we sat here. Her lips were glued to mine. "This isn't getting me back to my apartment." I smiled. "No. I suppose we should get going. Even though I don't want to." "Matthew, honey, I'm..." I touched my fingers to her lips. "No apologies." "But Matt, I doubted you. Doubted us. Please forgive me." "I forgive you. As long as you agree to talk to me in the future. Promise?" "I promise, honey." I rubbed her back reassuringly. "Now come on. We've got to get you and your stuff back to your apartment." She kissed me on the lips. She stood up and started to walk away, but then turned back around. "Matthew?" "Yeah?" "Do you still have those...adult novelties you bought?" A naughty grin appeared on my face. "Yep. Sure do." Her face turned red. "I was hoping so." "Really?" "Yeah. Really. I'd better go, uh, get dressed." My grin stayed in place. "Yeah. I'd better, too." The week flew by and dragged at the same time. Friday afternoon saw me at my usual haunt, the gym, with Rob. We were headed down the central hallway. Rob was headed for the basketball court. "Try not to get your ass kicked again, okay?" Rob just said, "Yeah. Thanks." Suddenly, a female voice said, "Hi, boys!" I looked to the left. Leoni was moving in between us, hooking her arms through ours. She wore baggy pink sweatpants and a pink bra top, her hair up in a customary bun. In perfect time, Rob and I said, "Hi, Leoni." "How are my two favorite boys doing?" "Fine," we both answered. "I hope you guys took my advice. Please tell me you took my advice?" Rob said, "I always take your advice. But what advice?" "Matt told me Roche wanted to hire you guys. Please, tell me you guys kicked him to the curb." Rob smiled. "Yep. We sure did." Leoni squeezed his bicep. "Good! You guys can do so much better in a client than him. So much better." "Thanks, Leoni, that means a lot." She winked at him. "Sure, honey. No charge." "My wife will appreciate that. I'll see you Monday, Matt." "Yeah, later, Rob." Leoni said to him, "Where are you off to?" "Basketball game." "Have a good game, Rob. I know you'll kick their butts." He just said, "Thanks." He went into the basketball court. Leoni turned to me and said, "So. Where are you off to?" "I'm going to kickboxing class." "Really? What a co-inky-dink! So am I!" I laughed. "Who would have thought?" "I hope you haven't made any plans. I'm going to be very disappointed if you forgot all about our date for tonight." "Are you kidding? No way could I forget about that." Leoni slipped her arm more securely through mine. "Good answer." A few hours later, Leoni was in my kitchen, talking up a storm as I made dinner. We had both long since changed into something more comfortable. I was in a soft white t-shirt and blue jeans. Leoni was wearing a thin white cotton sweater and faded blue jeans, bare feet, hair up as always. Pink lip-gloss. She looked hot. Really hot. "I just think it's, like, so cool to be back in your house! I really missed this place." I couldn't help smiling. "Yeah. Same here." "Oh, you've missed your house too?" I laughed. "No, but I've missed you in it." "That's sweet." She gave me a hug. "Have you been thinking about me?" "All week." "Really?" "Really. What about you?" "I have been thinking about nothing but you, non-stop, all week mmm!" I had given her a passionate kiss. There was about a second of silence. Then Leoni kissed me back. "I love you." "I love you more." "Oh no. I love you more." "No, I insist. I love you more." "You are so sweet, honey. Have I told you that lately?" "I never get tired of hearing it." The One That Got Away Ch. 02 "Good! So what's for dinner?" "Taco salad. And yes, I bought bean dip. And whole grain chips." Leoni clapped. "Ooooh, goody! I can have my nachos and eat them, too!" I chuckled. "Yeah." Leoni moved behind me as I returned to cooking. I sighed in release as I felt her soft hands rubbing my back. "My goodness, somebody's got tight muscles." "Long day," I grunted. "Hell, a long week." "Well, seeing as how neither of has any errands to do in the morning - do we?" I let loose another chuckle. "No." "As I was saying. Seeing as how neither of us has any errands to do in the morning, how about we relax after dinner with a bottle of wine and a long massage?" "Sounds good. I have some of that lotion." "Cool. And I brought a bottle of wine." I grinned. "Guess we're all set then, huh?" She giggled. "Yes, we are." A couple of hours later, I pushed the ottomans against my couch, in order to make an improvised massage table. The curtains were drawn. The TV was off. The lights were low. The music, playing from my computer, was soft, just loud enough to be background noise. I was lying across the ottomans, on my tummy, wearing just my jeans. Leoni was straddling me. She had stripped down to a white lace push-up bra and matching boy-short panties. Hair down for once. I could feel her hips on top of mine, and her hands on my back. Her soothing touch started at the small of my back, smoothly slid over my back, up my neck and through my hair. Her hands were turning me into putty. I was becoming Mr. Wet Noodle. I was prepared to let her do that all night long. Suddenly her breasts were pressing against my back. Her voice whispered in my ear. "I hope nobody's fallen asleep down there." Despite myself, I jumped. "Nope." Her lips retreated. Her hands resumed their movements. "You're awfully quiet." "Sorry. Just thinking." "I thought I told you about doing that." "Yeah." Leoni laughed while her hands rubbed my back. "A penny for your thoughts?" "Well. I was pretty much resigned to the fact you were gone. And now you're back. In my house. In my life. Please don't leave." Her lips were once again next to my ear. "I'm not leaving you. Do you hear me, Matthew? I'm not going anywhere." "I hear you." "Good." "And now I think it's your turn to be massaged." "Really?" "Yeah, really." Leoni climbed off me and let me up. I took her hand and led her up the stairs to the master bedroom. She looked at me and said, "I'm not sure this is such a good idea, not with that look on your face." All innocence, I said, "There's a look?" Laughing, she squeezed my hand. "Yes! That same look you had on your face that night when you brought home all those toys." "Actually, I, uh, did get you a couple of new surprises." "Uh-oh. I'm not sure if I want to see these surprises." I squeezed her hand firmly. "Would you just come with me?" "Oh, honey!" She let me guide her into the master bedroom and once there, into the master bathroom. "Okay, the suspense is killing me. What's the big surprise?" "Well, you said you've always wanted to be rubbed down in baby oil after a shower." I picked up a bottle of baby oil from the counter, held it in her view and shook it. "So I thought we'd try it." Leoni gave me a big hug. "Ooooh, honey!" Then she turned around and reached into the shower and started the water. "You are a devil, Matthew. A devil! And I love you for it." I gave an aw-shucks grin. "Nah, you're just saying that." Leoni stood up on tip toes, put her hands on my face and said, "Help me get undressed." So I did. First off I hooked my thumbs through the straps of her bra and slipped them down around her arms. I watched the fine hairs on her skin stand up, watched her breasts get higher and fuller, watched her cute little nipples get erect. "Honey?" She snapped her fingers. "Matthew?" I snapped back to reality. "Oh! Uhm, yeah. I'm here." Leoni beamed sweetly at me. "My panties are still on." "Oh. Yeah. Right." Her hand brushed my face as lightly as a feather. Her fingers rested lightly on my lips. "Don't rush. There's no hurry." I got down on my knees and looked up at her as she put her hands on my shoulders. Attending to my task, I pulled her panties down off her hips, where I discovered what was under them - just her and that completely shaven, incredibly tasty pussy of hers. I kept pulling the panties down her thighs, past her knees, down her calves and past her ankles. Once again, Leoni put her soft hands on my face and angled my chin up slightly so I could look at her face, that beautiful face. Without a word, I stood up and she took off my jeans and boxers. And then we stepped into the shower together. Using a combination of soap, shampoo, sponges and bare hands, we thoroughly explored each other's body, more thoroughly than I ever thought possible, with a few light kisses here and there. I did the exploring first. Leoni's body was my territory. But I wasn't discovering new territory so much as rediscovering familiar territory. And I remembered every sweet curve. I got down on my knees to begin the journey. My hands traveled along the contours of her toned legs first, starting at her butt cheeks, traveling down her right thigh, lingering at her knee and knee-pit, massaging the kinks out of her calf muscles. Her every ooooh! and aahhhh! and mmmmm was music to my ears. I stood up and lathered up her hips and back next. Then I lifted first her right arm and then her left, lathering her up from fingers to shoulders, and then her tummy and breasts and finally her bare pussy. She exhaled quietly but didn't moan. Still standing behind her, I reached around her waist and cupped her breasts, feeling her nipples harden. Leoni pressed herself against me, arching her back. "You naughty boy. Let's finish before we use up all the hot water." Grinning, I reached for the shampoo, squeezed some out and massaged her head and worked her hair. Then I took the hand held shower spray, rinsed off all the suds and returned it to the cradle. Leoni took the sponge from me, beaming. "Your turn, honey." I willingly turned my back to her. I soon felt her light touch, as Leoni ran her hands up and down my back. Hands so soft. Touch so light and tender. I didn't want anyone else's hands but hers touching me. First the sponge and then her hands touched and explored every inch of my body. This time, noises came out. Masculine grunts and groans. Her giggles answered my noises. Then I groaned again as I felt the stream of warm water on my back, massaging my muscles and rinsing off the soap suds. "Turn around for me, honey." She grinned. "Wow. Someone's been working out." I chuckled. "Yeah. What can I say. The health club idea was a good one." She laughed as she kept lathering me up. "If I haven't said so before, I'm really glad to be back in your life." "Really? I couldn't have guessed." She lightly sprayed a quick spritz of water in my face. "Be nice, Matthew." I watched in silence as Leoni scrubbed down my chest, worked her way down my tummy, and my sides. Then she scrubbed my arms and shoulders, and finally began straying close to that area below my belly button, namely my crotch. Staring at the ceiling, I willed my dick not to get hard. But it had its own agenda, regardless of what my conscious mind thought. It stood at attention. She giggled. "My goodness, somebody's dick is getting hard." "Yep." She finished lathering up my legs and feet. Then there was a stream of warm water washing all the suds off. I grunted at the sudden sensation of the water on my crotch. A few seconds later, the water shut off and Leoni pushed open the smoked-glass shower door. We both stepped out. Leoni towel-dried my hair, although she had to stretch a little to do so. "There. All better now." I smiled. "Thanks. Ready for your massage now?" "Hmmm. I think so." I grabbed a towel and tied it around my waist. Then Leoni grabbed another towel and tied it around her bust. Finally, I took her hand, grabbed the bottle of baby oil and led her back into the bedroom. Spreading a large, dry towel on the bed, I had her lie down on her tummy. Then a sly grin appeared on my face. "You want the blindfold on?" "Oooohh! Yeah." The grin stayed in place on my face as I quickly went to my dresser, pulled open a drawer and located it. Then I climbed back in bed, straddled her and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. I snapped open the bottle of baby oil, dribbled a little across her back and began sliding my hands across. Leoni's moans were music to my ears. I worked my way down her back, past the small of her back, all over her booty and all the way back up to her neck, enjoying every inch. Just as I was about to have her roll over, she said, "What was the other surprise?" "I thought you'd never ask." "Well, what is it?" "You remember that catalog you showed me? The one about the specially shaped cushions and pillows that put you in the perfect position?" "Oh, honey, how could I forget? Don't tell me you bought one!" "Actually, I bought two to use together. The ramp and the wedge." "Oh, honey! Just don't forget to use lube." "I wouldn't dream of it." Leoni returned my grin with one of her own. Then she re-covered her eyes with the blind fold. And waited. It took me a second, but I relocated the wrist cuffs and the feather in my dresser and went to work. Five minutes later, Leoni was willing to let me do whatever I wanted to her. I eased up behind her, lightly held her arms and spoke in her ear. "Tell Daddy. Are you ready to fuck?" "Oh, yes, Daddy! Please, fuck the shit out of me!" Well, with a request like that, how could I refuse? I unhooked the wrist-cuffs for safety's sake. Then I got the specially-shaped cushions and placed them on the bed. Then I got behind her and said, "What position would you like first?" "From the back! Fuck me from the back!" I knew she was going to say that. "The cushions are right in front of you. Just move forward a little bit." With a little coaxing, Leoni climbed on the cushions and was soon in the perfect position. I snapped open the bottle of lube and slathered some on, even though I knew that her pussy must have been ready to go. Then I stationed myself right behind her. I got the head of my dick inside her pussy lips. Then I held her waist and pushed forward. The whole thing slipped inside her pussy with absolutely no resistance at all. Leoni cried out loud. "Ahhhhh! Yes! Oh my God!" "That was just the first stroke. Ready for more?" "Yes, Daddy, do it to me! Fuck me real good!" Any feeling of awkwardness or clumsiness vanished with the next thrust. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh, honey! Fuck me!! Fuck the fucking shit out of me with that big fucking dick! Yeahhhhuuhhhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhuuuhhh!" I couldn't believe the filth that was coming out of this woman's mouth! I had heard her talk like this before and I knew she had no reservations about talking dirty, but she surprised me. It was a good thing I was renting a house and not an apartment. The neighbors would have been calling, wondering what the hell all the noise was. I kept moving my hips forward and backward, thrusting my dick deep inside her pussy. I was prepared to fuck Leoni in at least three different positions tonight if that's what it took to satisfy her. But it looked like just this one would do for tonight, if the noises she was making was any indication. "Oh, God! Going to cum, honey! I'm going to cum! Fuck me! Make me cum! Ahhh! Ahh! Ahhhhhuuuuhhhhhhh!" A chain reaction of multiple orgasms followed. With each orgasm, she sank her nails deep into the velour fabric of the cushions. I was glad for a second that it wasn't me she was holding on to. Then I looked down and saw she was again spraying fluid out of her pussy! After a few seconds, the chain-reaction multiple orgasms had passed. I took my dick out of her pussy. Then I picked her up and held her. She was like a rag doll in my arms. I slipped my arms more securely around her waist and held her to me. Then I uncovered her eyes. She gave me a look of utmost satisfaction and a series of deep tongue kisses. We kissed for hours. Or pretty close. Leoni pulled back. "Oh, honey!" "Was I good?" "Oh, God, honey, you were wonderful!" I chuckled. "Guess we'd better get rid of the dildo." Her kisses softened. "I'd offer to do something to you, but right now, I don't think I have the energy." I kissed her, fighting the chuckles and guffaws that were just itching to burst out of me. Instead I pushed the cushions off the bed, took the blindfold completely off and lowered her gently down onto soft, cool sheets. Unless I was very much mistaken, I think she was one satisfied lady. Seconds later she was blissfully asleep, her breathing deep and regular. A childlike peace and innocence settled over her face. I changed into a different pair of boxers, then turned out the lights and climbed into bed with her. It seemed like I'd just fallen asleep, but I was waking up. Blinded by the bright morning sunshine, I covered my eyes with my right arm. Then I realized what had woken me, the sweet sensations of the most perfect blow job I'd ever had. Slow motions, soft pressure, a delightfully sensuous form of torture. My cock was at that moment plunging back into warmth and moisture. The warmth and moisture tightened around my cock and slowly but smoothly rose up the shaft to the head of my cock. Then dove back down again. I lifted my head off the pillow and saw Leoni was in between my legs, her tousled brunette hair moving up and down. Letting my head fall back down, I said, "Okay, I'm awake now." The pressure on my cock eased. Leoni's soft body eased out from between my legs as she crawled back up. Then her face was close to mine and those beautiful supermodel lips of hers were pressed against mine. Her fingers were on my chest as she pulled back and snuggled up against me. "Good morning, honey." "Guess you got your energy back." Soft giggles. "Yeah, I sure did. Actually, I've only been awake a few minutes." "Glad you slept well." "Oh, believe me, I did. Very well." "I was worried that I'd hurt you." "Oh, no. No, no. I wish there was something just as satisfying I could do to you." I brushed a stray strand of brunette hair off her forehead. "You could wear that silver dress sometime." She smiled. Then her lips were touching mine and all was right with the world. Oh so right. "Are you hungry? Do you want something for breakfast?" "How about if we finish that blow job first? You worked so hard to satisfy me last night. I feel like I should return the favor." "Sounds good." Leoni slipped between my legs and took my cock in her mouth once more. I groaned as she resumed that sensuous torture. She moved leisurely, equal parts warmth and moisture with equal parts of pressure. To see those supermodel lips wrapped around my dick was the icing on the cake. It took several minutes, several wonderful tortuous minutes, as the tightness grew. Finally I couldn't hold it in any more. I groaned and came in her mouth. Her face beaming, she crawled back up. "Doesn't that feel better?" Grinning, I nodded. "Yeah. Definitely." "Let's go get that breakfast you mentioned."