0 comments/ 26321 views/ 3 favorites The Philanderer and Her Top Secret By: Epmd607 "Hi... I didn't think you were really here." She peeked behind her apartment door then let me in. "Now, why wouldn't I be in Washington?" She inspected me. "No, not about that--I figured you'd forget and go back home." I handed her the tiny plastic Krishna I'd hidden. "For me?" She smiled, there was something different, maybe it was the lipstick she wore. She inspected Krishna. "I told you I'd come. I bought it from a Hare Krishna I met on the Mall. He told me his life story so I gave him five dollars." She laughed. "They're tricky. They're usually pushing those pink and blue elephant books though...I love it!" She hugged me, ran into her room then returned without the figurine. "I put him on my dresser. --How was Erin's? You drove?" I sat on her couch, she went into her kitchen. "It wasn't as dramatic as I imagined." She came back with pineapple juice. She didn't ask if I wanted anything to drink, she just poured and handed it to me. She sat beside me and drank hers. I thought about her mouth, I'm sure her smile seemed different because she wore more lipstick now. "Less weeping and pleading?" We both grinned, but mine was defensive. "It was all very casual, I guess we've been over-over, for a while now." She responded, "You're a drama queen, you wanted her to cry and carry on over losing you." "I might have. It was just so surreal. She agreed that we shouldn't be 'together', and she wanted me to meet the guy she's been sleeping with." She laughed. "The two of you are surreal... Did you meet him?" I shook my head. "I know enough about him. You probably know enough about him. --Having an open relationship with someone is as contrary as most people think." "Well, I heard that you two were always pretty graphic with each other about what, err, who you did." I couldn't help but laugh. "That's true, it's always been like some sort of competition. Really though? She's always said she'd scratch the eyes out of any of the girls I'd been with--why would I want to be buddies with this guy? --The worst part was that she asked if I wanted to watch them fuck...she can always one-up me. She says she loves him, but the tragic part is- he has a girlfriend that he apparently loves enough to keep Erin as his secret late night piece of ass." She didn't respond, but straightened her hair in the reflection from the glass coffee table. "Your hair's very trendy these days." She stuck out her tongue. "Don't be a dick." I didn't mean it as an insult, I liked it. "Jordan, I wasn't--Haha. I don't know how to say 'I like your hair' devoid of any form of sarcasm." She half-smiled at the compliment, but against the fact that I felt I couldn't compliment her without her being defensive. She adjusted whatever was keeping her hair pulled back, then spoke: "I also heard that your living with someone back home. Did you break up with Erin because of her?" She was going right for it now; none of the usual banter and silly stories. "She wanted me to, I guess; she was excited when I told her I was going to come down here and tell Erin--she never asked me too though." She sort of frowned. I continued: "I'm sure Erin and I were never really in love...in lust, yes, all those types of feelings; but I thought it was time to have some sort of official break-up." "Which turned out less spectacular than you'd hoped?" "More mundane than I felt it should be, for having such a crazy relationship for so long." She called me a drama queen again. "I hope it did the trick, and that you don't get back with her--it was rather dysfunctional, I'd have to say." She giggled. I agreed. "Tell me about the girl you're living with; I kind of hoped she was the reason you broke up with Erin--the woman that would make you decent." "Oh, so you've higher aspirations for me after all?" She blushed, I felt bad. I wanted her to be invested in me. "You don't talk to me as much as you used to, I have to get my information from secondary sources." Namely, my sisters and who knows who else. "Well, you sort of moved hundreds of miles away to work in some fancy office for some douchebag politician... I miss our after school talks too." In high school we pretty much walked home together every day, and even the days she had cheerleading I usually had soccer or baseball, so we'd wait for the other to finish and go home together. "Haha, fancy offices, douchebag politician... You left me first, you were off in some sleazy dorm room doing who knows what when I was still walking home all by myself, terribly lonely and bored out of my mind." I laughed at how she dragged out the 'terribly'. She was two years younger than me, I met her when I was a sophmore in high school--her family had moved into a house a few hundred yards from mine. "I called you more than anyone else when I was away. Besides, we talked just about every night on the computer." "Text messages aren't the same, plus you only called me a couple of times anyway... Wait a minute, how did you manage to evade my questions about whoever you're living with?" She eyed me, interrogator again. "For someone who's barely five foot tall and 100 pounds you sure are intimidating." I smiled, she mocked a scowl. "I'm 5'3!" She slapped my shoulder. I was sure she wasn't 5'3, but that's ok, cuz I tell people I'm 6'3 when I'm not at all. She poured more pineapple juice into my half-full cup, then asked if I wanted more. "You remember Heather with the almost black hair, right?" She thought about it. "Pale skin, fake eyebrows, works at the mall?" "That doesn't sound so nice when you say it like that, but yeah, I think she was in your grade." She nodded. "I spoke maybe three words to her in my life, ran into her a few months ago in front of the grocery, talked for a while and she invited me to a party at her and her boyfriend's house. I wasn't gonna go but Rick mentioned he was going, and that he was friends with her, so I went, and then sort of took her home with me." "You're horrible. I can't even imagine..." She fiddled with one of her earrings, a belated Christmas gift I'd sent her last year after she'd given me mine on Christmas. I felt horrible not having something for her on Christmas when we'd given each other little presents every year we'd known one another--I'd completely forgot, since I hadn't heard much from her since she'd started her internship in D.C. "She wasn't like drunk or anything, I thought we'd just make out on her back porch for a little, then I'd head home." She said I was terrible again. "It was freezing, January frigid, and we were just kissing out back and she says she wants to come over. So we go and the next morning she has to deal with her boyfriend, I guess he found out quick and he threw her stuff on the front lawn. I felt bad, so she stayed with me, and sort of never found another place." She didn't respond and went into the kitchen again. "Kerry's not gonna be home for dinner; you want me to make you dinner?" She peeped out at me from between the counter and cupboard. "Yes, please. You're a very good cook." "I am a very good cook. When you going home?" "Why, is your secret sweetheart coming over tonight? Am I going to have to hide in the closet, because he gets so jealous he beats dudes up?" Her face flushed and she popped back behind the cupboard. For as long as I'd known her I teased her about having a boyfriend that she hid from me. It was always fun for me when we were young, because I thought she had a little crush on me and I loved her nervous and embarrassed faces. I always had a little crush on her, so I teased her, mostly because I was afraid of what people would think if she were my girlfriend--really though, when you're sixteen and seventeen, and she's fourteen, it's not really acceptable. "Oh, is it Thursday already? Victor doesn't come over to ravish me until Sunday afternoon. And I suppose I can blow off Henry and Joey tonight, so you're safe--unless Paolo is back from the war early, and wants to surprise me...in that case you'd better make for the fire escape, Paolo's a commando and he could sniff you out from under a pile of my panties." I laughed harder than I can remember at her grocery list of lovers. I went into the kitchen, she was boiling water, I inspected the pictures her and her roommate kept on the refrigerator--mostly of the two of them at different D.C. sites making lascivious gestures toward our Founding Fathers. There was a picture of her sitting in my lap from last summer, my face was horribly sun burnt, it was at someone's graduation party, she was only home for a few days then. "Look at how red my face was from when I went fishing in the Adirondacks with Ricky and Jack--that was brutal." She put noodles in the pot, then looked at me and the picture. "Yeah, I remember, you got Jilly's mom to put lotion on your back. God, she practically applied it with her tongue." We laughed. "She's still hot though--I hope my wife looks as good as her when I'm however old Mr. Lewis is." She raised an eyebrow at me. "You'll have to scout perspective wives' mothers then--Jill's a lock for middle-aged mom hotness." "Yeah, little Jilly would go in the top-ten of the future-hot-wife draft." She laughed. "What are you then, the commissioner?" "Yeah, I went to college, I could head that league." She shook her head and began stirring some sort of sauce. After a pause she asked where she'd go in the draft. "Well, your mom's definitely pretty, still slim, good genes--so just on that you'd fair well in the first round; but you've got an advantage with your lighter hair and blue eyes...so I'd have to say you'd go ahead of Jill, since she probably won't match her mom's hotness, whereas you'll easily surpass your own mom's." She smiled and continued with the dinner preparations. "My Dad's mom was a strawberry-blond, but my hair isn't as light as hers or my sister's." I turned the heat down and stirred the noodles when I saw the top start to foam. "Leah's got little girl hair, yours is womanly, grown-up hair. I like it darker." She blushed and asked me to retrieve some items from the cupboard. The heat from the stove made her look especially sensual. I watched her for a few minutes while she spread garlic on bread and cut various vegetables for a salad. I wanted her, but I knew she wouldn't let me work her, plus I didn't want to do anything to cheapen what we had--or what I hoped we might have. I'd never kissed her mouth, just her neck to make her squeal, a quick kiss on the cheek, and held her hand for a bit. The fact that she knew most of my secrets made things difficult, the fact that I had someone waiting for me at home made things seemingly impossible. She spoke after I'd been silent for so long: "You almost never wear jeans, I like those, they look nice on you." She studied my pants then smiled at me. It was early April, but warm enough outside that she wore a light sweater over some sort of low cut shirt, her jeans also fit her nicely. I peeked down her sweater when I handed her the strainer for the noodles. Everything about her was small, her hands, her teeth, her waist--and her breasts fit her perfectly, they were small but seemingly pert, sexy. Her ass also fit her well, a round little bump most petite girls would love to have behind them. "I don't like how they feel, but I do like how they look on girls with nice bottoms." She caught me looking at her, smiled, then told me to behave. Dinner was ready, we sat on the floor in the living room and ate, she told me about what it was like working for politicians. "I forgot..." She got up and went into the kitchen and returned with wine. She poured it for us then sat back down next to me on the carpet. I'd never seen her drink alcohol before, it was strange, but nice in that it fit well with the adult version of her. "This sauce is great, I do remember how good a cook you are--especially when I first lived on my own and had to make my own food. I still think about that cabbage thing you used to make with your grandma on Sundays." "Thank you. Perhaps I'll make it for you again--if you're a nice boy and call me once in a while..." "I promise I'll let you in on all of my top secrets from now on." "Good, I just hope there as good as mine." She smiled, I wondered. "Does your internship run through summer?" "No, most the other interns are going to move on to bigger internships, and on and on, 'til their some top aide to a senator or campaign manager... I'm sick of working for politicians, I think I'm gonna take a break from Washington this summer. How about you? You're gonna graduate soon." We'd finished eating, she took my plate to the kitchen. "Yeah, I've got a spot at my uncle's hedge fund. I'll be staring at a terminal, watching squiggly lines at a trading desk, by Labour Day." She returned and sat on the couch over my shoulder. I continued: "But not before I spend a month in Europe like so many other frivolous young men on the verge of ultimate responsibility." She laughed. "Europe will be great. You'll have to send me a cheezy postcard from every one of the typical tourist stops...says the jealous girl, who'd die to get her picture taken in front of the Eiffel Tower." I laughed, then had a maniac idea. I got up and sat next to her on the couch. "Come with me then, it's only a few weeks..." A bunch of different feelings crossed her face then. "Yeah right, like you'll even remember asking me this a month from now." "I guess I'll just have to call you up every day so you can remind me." She leaned into me. "Alright, but every day you don't call me you'll break my heart a little." She had her head on my shoulder, she was warm, her hair smelled like raspberries, maybe. We sat there silent for a few minutes. "You smell nice. I probably smell like car still." "It's going to be dark soon, I don't want you to fall asleep at the wheel...stay over." I was becoming incredibly turned-on, though I still couldn't figure her out. She continued: "You can use the shower and smell like flowers or fruit, instead of sweat and car." I laughed. We watched a little TV, then I took said shower. When I was drying off she called from her room: "Stephen. Don't put your stinky clothes on, I have shorts and a t-shirt I think will fit." I left the bathroom to retrieve them, with towel around my waist, more or less trying to read her reaction to a half-naked me. She'd changed into tight blue shorts and a little t-shirt that barely covered her navel. She turned and was startled. "Oh! Hi." She looked at my chest for a moment, smiled, then handed me a pair of white shorts. I went back to the bathroom and tried on her clothes. The shorts were pretty short and tight, but the t-shirt fit fine. She laughed when I came out wearing the shirt that read 'Angel'. "You're not very nice, you have plain t-shirts." I saw her check out my package, well defined by the tiny white shorts. She giggled. "I could get you the one that says 'Daddy's Girl' if you don't like 'Angel'." I passed. We watched a movie and ate popcorn, which made me forget the clothes I was wearing; soon she announced that it was time for bed. During the movie I hadn't really done much to try and get her going, we just sat together and made silly comments, but she did hold my hand for a while and nuzzled against my shoulder from time to time. I figured I was couch-bound for the night when she got up. "Come on." She looked back at me. Then I figured out she meant for me to come with her to her room. "This is a slumber party, silly, we've got to have a bed." She brushed her teeth and said I could use hers. Which would probably make alot of people sick, to use someone else's toothbrush or to have someone use yours, but I thought it was erotic in a way. When I came into her bedroom she was under the covers. I got in beside her and propped my head on my elbow so I could look at her. I was telling her about some weird stuff that was going on back home, just light chit chat, when she started pinching my arms and laughing at my grimace. "You think I won't pinch you back?" With that I grabbed her hands and held them over her head and made like I was going to pinch her stomach but tickled her instead. She laughed hysterically and kicked the covers down to her feet. "I won't stop until you tell me all of your top secrets." She squirmed and said she'd tell me anything if I stopped. When I let go of her hands and stopped tickling she brought my hand to her mouth and bit it. I swore. Her breathing settled. "Alright, you have to tell me your top secrets." She smiled, leaned in as to whisper something in my ear, but instead bit my neck; which made my hardening dick, rock hard in the tight shorts. "Ahh! --You're the naughtiest girl of all-time, I can't believe you keep tricking me." "Sorry." She stroked the red marks on my neck then leaned in and kissed it, I thought for a second she was going for a repeat performance, but the only repeat was how aroused she made me when her lips touched my neck. I stroked her arm when she lay back down, I could see her nipples poking through her tight shirt after a minute of my tippling. We watched each other before I stroked her face and chin, which made her basically coo. I leaned toward her to kiss her when she smiled and said: "If you want a kiss you'll have to ask." I replied, "I want you." "You can have me." I more or less dove in, but kissed her softly, she whined while I worked on her tongue with mine. I licked her lips and teeth, I wanted to taste the inside of her mouth. For so long she'd been this inaccessible ideal, idea, desire, sensual whatever; and here she was pulling my head and neck toward her, letting me nibble on her neck and chin and fondle her breasts. "You want to see my top secrets?" She lifted her arms so I could pull her shirt off over her head. "I love your top secrets." Her breasts were perfect, small and pert and pretty. I fondled the right and kissed her behind her ear, while she slid her hands under my shirt and rubbed my chest and stomach, then I took her other tit in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her aereola and lightly nipped her, which made her moan and chest heave as I licked and played with each breast. She found her way to my cock and rubbed it with her palm over my shorts. I attempted to remove it from my shorts, but she stopped me and stated: "Let me take it out." She initially tried to yank the shorts down, which was slightly painful. She saw my reaction and went about my disrobing, cautiously, I watched her react when she'd finally exposed my nakedness. She looked at me, giggled, then wrapped her hand around my cock while I took off my shirt. I lay back and she held my dick, not sure what she was up to, I started to rub her shorts over her thighs and puss. She looked at me, "I like holding it." "I like you holding it, but I wish you'd stroke it a little, I think you're cutting off the circulation..." She smiled, leaned over me and pressed her tits into my chest while she kissed my chin. I was able to get her shorts and panties down her thighs and felt the moist heat from her vagina against my own thigh. We kissed more as she started to fondle my balls and dick. I pressed two knuckles against her clit and stroked her slit, she pressed into my hand and moaned. "Oh, I like that... Let me get these all the way off." She shimmied out of her shorts and then back onto my chest so she could play with my dick. It was all very slow going, I wasn't sure what she was up to, so I kept rubbing her clit while she rubbed against my slick thigh. "Ohhh... this is uhmm..." She stopped caressing my penis and held my hand tight against her clit, she'd also stopped grinding against my thigh and I didn't know what had happened until she let go of her breath. The Philanderer and Her Top Secret "Ssssstephen! uhhh, ahhhhh!" She came against my leg and hand. When she finally relaxed, I stroked her back and she kissed my chin. I pulled my other hand from between the wet mess of her pussy and my thigh, then tasted her from my fingers, she watched. "That was amazing, I can't believe I came like that just rubbing against you--I'm like some sort of monkey or something." I laughed. "Lie on your back, I want to taste you for real." She sat up and I moved aside so she could lie back. I noticed her pussy wasn't shaved, but it was trimmed so short and it was so light that I hadn't noticed it earlier. She had her legs closed as I knelt beside her and stroked her belly. "Open your legs for me." She smiled and shook her head. "You need to know the password." She wasn't making things easy, my cock wanted to be inside her and my brain wasn't accomplishing the task. "How do I learn the password?" I tickled her behind her knee and she briefly separated, but then grabbed my hand. "I don't know, but I think we need one." She bit her lip and stared at me with those pretty irises. I lay on my stomach and kissed the side of her breast up to the arm that was holding my hand. She squirmed when I kissed her armpit. "How about 'Zack Morris'?" She laughed and nodded, then opened for me, showing me the pink beneath her pretty little lips. "Ooo, that's what Kelly likes..." She made all sorts of noises when I dove in between her thighs to explore her inside. I licked from her perineum to her clit and back down, then made tiny zig zags over her clit. She squeezed my cheeks with her thighs and pushed up into my mouth as her pussy drooled onto my tongue. After a couple minutes of this she pushed me away and sat up absolutely in heat. "You're gonna make me cum twice before I do anything for you...I haven't been a very good slumber party host." She pouted then told me to lie down, which was awkward as I maneuvered into position on the corner of the bed. She grew impatient and pushed me backward, I hung back half-off the bed. She grabbed my cock and straddled my legs so I wouldn't fall off--which would have gotten uncomfortable quick had she not started licking and sucking on the end of my dick. It was fantastic, she kept her right hand wet and stroked away on my shaft as she swirled her tongue over the head and licked the underside intermittently. "Pretty, you're very good at this, I don't think I'll last long..." She intensified her sucking and stroking, while I caressed her face. "You're not supposed to last long, cum before my mouth gets tired." She went back to work, this time kissing my balls back up to the tip of my prick. "I guess not...and I'm going to cum in about ten seconds, plus or minus." She laughed around the head of my dick, coughed, then concentrated on sucking until my body tensed and I came into her mouth. She paused the sucking and let me finish ejaculating, then swallowed. "I never swallowed that before, it's fucking ick." She made a sour face, never letting go of my dick. I got back fully on the bed. She pushed her tits against me and leaned in for more kissing, we made out for a few minutes which kept my dick semi-hard but not quite ready for use. "Get on yer hands and knees, please." She shook her head and said she wanted to keep kissing. "If you get on your hands and knees I'll keep kissing you." She giggled and got in position. I got a fantastic look at her asshole and puss, she was proportional and sexy. I rubbed her ass then kissed her between her labia. She pushed back, and I soon had my tongue inside her. She definitely didn't taste bad, sort of sweet, but still vagina tasting. "Ooo, ooh...you're nice to me, I want you to come to all my slumber parties." I began rubbing her clit and she became incomprehensible, with tongue in puss and fingers on her button she shifted and squirmed and cooed until she came and collapsed on her stomach. I climbed over her and kissed her ass and lower back, then up her spine, moved her hair out of the way to kiss the back of her neck. The warm body beneath me was heavenly. I was hard as hell again, just grazing her ass with my shaft. I nibbled on her earlobe and whispered: "I'm still thinking about you coming to Europe with me..." She sighed and moved her ass against me, nestling my cock between her cheeks, moving her hips slightly. "You're not going anywhere, I'm keeping you in that armouire we have out in the sitting room." I continued to kiss her neck and stroked the sides of her breasts before taking cock in hand and moving said cock to the ultimate destination. I had the entire head in her puss, between her closed legs when she pushed me off. I was bummed that maybe she was pissed that I hadn't asked, and figured I was going home cock-in-hand. "No, I wanna be face-to-face." She turned over and pulled me between her smooth pale legs. "I dream about you." I told her as I sucked on her neck and rubbed the head of my dick down her slit. "You do? What kind of dreams?" I started to push in, she was instinctively defensive, but soon her puss relaxed enough and I had an inch in. She breathed in deeply, and told me to stay slow. I paused after I had two inches in, her breathing was heavy but she had her arms wrapped around- pulling me toward her body. "I dream about talking with you, going to the grocery to buy bread and things, all sorts of dreams..." A few more inches, she squeezed from time to time, I paused to let her adjust. "Unnh, bread and milk? Ohh, gentle--not as dirty as I imagined." I started sliding in and out of her slightly, beginning the incredible friction. She was wet when I first put it in, now she was probably soaking the bed beneath us. "They're not dirty, they're sexy though--we talk about whatever, but you're so sensual that I have to play with myself when I wake up." She smiled, her face and entire body glowed, she was flush to her toes. I began to penetrate her deeper, she moaned with each thrust, I grunted when my pelvis met hers. She wiggled around when I paused, fully inside her. "Stephen, I think about you when I play with myself...unnh, yes, you can go slow or faster if you like...." I'd almost pulled out, then sunk my cock back in 'til my balls lay against her skin. Soon I picked up the pace and we were in a nice rhythm, she was even arching her back into me on the down strokes. Her pussy was velvet, hot incredibly tight velvet that lived and breathed around me. "Oh, Steeeephen, I think I'm going to cum--ahh, yesssss." I increased speed when she said she was close and put a hand down to rub her clit; her body clenched and she let go. She screamed/moaned something indecipherable, I stayed as deep as possible 'til she finished her orgasm. "That was the best, I'm going to dream about that, I think." She started moving beneath me again so I picked up the pace, I was plainly fucking her now. I wasn't far from cumming, I drove in and out from the base of my elbows--she held on my back and wrapped her heels around my ass. "Unh, unh, unh--Stephen, ooooh, God!" Her face screwed up and she was already cumming again, which sent me over the edge. With a few deep strokes I was cumming in her, buried fully inside as she pulled me into her orgasm. We lay absolutely crushed together until the heat from our bodies was too much and we had to separate. "Jesus, that was amazing..." She panted as we lay on our sides facing each other. We kissed, our lips were dry from the heavy breathing. I fondled her breasts, they were too perfect to neglect, she kept trying to pull me toward her but when we were skin to skin it was just too warm, and I'd have to caress her face or suckle a tit to create the necessary space. "You're pretty." She smiled and traced my lips with her pointer. She made her way back onto my thigh, her chest mashed into mine, and with her arms around my neck we fell asleep. We both awoke in the very early morning for a repeat, she got on top and fucked me for sometime; I lasted a while because I was still half-asleep. I don't remember if I came or not, I figure she did, because when we awoke I was pretty sticky around my cock up to my navel. It was around eight, I watched her wake up. "'Morning, sexy Stephen." She peeked at me from beneath her pillow. "Are you hiding from me?" She stuck out her tongue, then replied: "Yes, I'm sore and I don't want that thing anywhere near me this morning." I laughed, and coaxed her out from beneath the pillow. She hugged me tight and kissed my chest. "Don't go to work, stay in bed with me 'til the afternoon." I pretty much whined. "I have to go to work, you have to go back home and make sure you graduate on time." She sat up. "Oh, so it's fuck me then kick me out?" She didn't laugh, I guess it wasn't the right time for a joke. "Really, I have to be to work before nine--I'd probably be late even if I was already showered and dressed." She leaned down for a quick kiss then placed her head on my chest. She said something that shocked me, "Stephen, last night was my first time." I stared at her, not quite putting two and two together. She looked up at me and saw that I didn't understand. "You know, having sex...I never had uhh, 'intercourse' before." My mouth hung open, I thought she might be pulling my leg. "Jordan, if you're trying to get a laugh, this would be the meanest..." She looked serious enough, "I'm honest, I was a virgin..." The moment that I knew she wasn't teasing me I thought a million different things. "Wow, I wish you told me...really? God, Jordan, we didn't use a condom." She frowned. "It's not like virginity is an STD--you act like we just had sex and I'm telling you I have syphilis or something..." She was pissed, she got up wrapped in the sheet and rummaged through her dresser. I spoke, "No, I mean, fuck...I could of hurt you or something... I can't believe I didn't know that about you. --I love you, Jordan..." She ceased her rummaging and looked at me; now she was the one surprised. I continued: "I do. I had a crush on you when I first saw you moving in with your family--which is kind of perv cuz you were probably barely thirteen, but when I started seeing you every day and we became friends...I know I've loved you since the first time we were alone together in your back yard." I was rambling then. She came back to the bed, smiled, and sat in my lap. "I love you too, Stephen, all the same memories...but you're going back home, and you're living with someone and this might be all there is." I stroked her body, her eyeliner and lipstick were gone. She looked different, pure and reminiscent of when I first met her--but the womanly version...better. "We belong together." "I know." She didn't sound as convincing as I thought I had. "I guess I'm going to have to win you." I smiled, she pecked my lips. We took a shower together, I washed her, it was probably the most sensual experience of my life up 'til then. I didn't want to lose physical contact with her, I even put the panties and skirt on her body--she smelled like soap and woman, no perfume or exotic shampoo or body wash. When we were dressed it was half-past nine, I told her I'd drive her. "No, it'll take longer to drive, I'll make the train." Her eyes were watering. When we were out in front of her building she cried lightly and hugged me to her. My eyes stung, I knew what she meant by 'this might be all there is'. She kissed me softly on tiptoes, then whispered: "44 days. Don't break my heart...even a little." I watched her disappear down the sidewalk; I was happy. *** Here's the voicemail I left on her cell from somewhere in Pennsylvania: "Oh, hey, Jordan? --This is Steve. Well, I'm in my car and I've been driving for a few hours and I wanted to call you cuz I thought 'oh shit, it's been so long since we've last talked' and I miss you, you know, you're my best friend of all-time. And I wanted to tell you about this girl--I was with her all last night and she simply blows my mind and I wanted to tell you all about her--you'd love her, she's smart and sexy and silly and has the same kind of funny quip for everything...so call me if you want to talk, I'll probably call you again tomorrow or the next day, or tomorrow and the next day...Oh shit, I almost forgot--I'm thinking about going to Europe or Montana or Bangladesh for a few weeks this summer, you interested?"