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Life After Love Ch. 01

By: bluedragonauthor



PART 1: A New Hope

***

Pen in hand, I sat down again. I wanted to keep moving. My cheeks itched just a bit where the tears had dried. The rumpled napkin was still sitting on the table just where I'd left it.

"That's all right. Happens to everyone. Just two more. Right here, and right here."

Quickly, I scribbled where the man told me. Then with a sigh, I set the pen down and sat back in my chair.

"Congratulations." The words sounded anything but congratulatory. "You are now officially divorced."

I shook his hand, and then watched him leave. The door slammed with an air of finality. I leaned back in the chair, another heavy sigh escaping my lips. I'd been sighing a lot recently. Twenty-four years old and already divorced. Chalk me up to another American statistic.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. The lawyer would come to my office to do the paperwork. It saved me the hassle of meeting him somewhere else. But now, as the huge walls of the conference room closed in around me, I dreaded even more having to get up and face my co-workers in this current state.

The divorce is what we both wanted. But right now I felt like shit.

I managed to make it to the men's room without anyone seeing me. Quickly, I washed my face and then stared into the mirror. Half muttering to myself, I forced a cool, calm look into my eyes, prepping myself to go out into the world again.

I passed by the cubicles, barely noticed by anyone. Bradley looked up and waved a file at me. I held up a hand to get him to wait a bit longer and kept marching towards my office. Tiffany stepped into my path, walking across an intersection in the aisles and heading off towards my right. She flashed a big smile at me, a thick set of folders crossed over her curvy chest. Just like every other day, I tried not to notice, and kept moving forward once she'd passed.

A few seconds later I was in the sanctity of my office, the door closed. Alone once again. I stared at my monitor. Fifteen emails had popped up in the last hour.

I put my copy of the divorce papers into a file. I ignored the fifteen emails (excuse me, now sixteen emails). Instead, I was staring at the gold/platinum band around my left ring finger.

With a sudden burst of anger, I moved to rip the thing off, but it was wedged onto me pretty tightly. My fingers must've been getting fatter or something. And so with a little pain, and some brute force, I pulled it off. I found an empty envelope and slipped the wedding band inside. The skin was noticeably lighter, if a little pink right now. Even though I'd taken the ring away, I still had an obviously untanned ring of skin around my finger.

I looked away, to my computer screen. Seventeen emails.

Sigh...

***

I'd had it all. I was living the American Dream. The high-paying job with the MBA. Nice car. Three bedroom starter home. Big screen plasma TV. And above all, a gorgeous and loving wife. We'd met during freshman orientation at college and started dating. When Kristin got onstage to pick up her college diploma, I was waiting at the end of the ramp, still in my own graduation gown, down on one knee and holding a big shiny diamond.

We'd gotten jobs close together. A year later we had a beautiful spring wedding. A year after that we picked out a brand-new house in an upscale community. I got promoted, traded up for the new Euro-Sport Sedan, we started talking about baby names, and life was just taking off from there.

Then Richard happened. He was a cute sales guy at some trade show. Kristin had one too many drinks at the bar. She confessed to me the moment she got home. I believed that I could forgive her. Oddly enough, it wasn't the sex that bothered me. It was that she did it behind my back. She was so sorry, and promised it would never happen again. For a while, everything was going to be okay.

But as the weeks passed by, little cracks started to show up in our marriage. I'd get nervous when a guy friend would innocently flirt with her. She was getting paranoid that I didn't trust her anymore. Both our tempers got a little big shorter. The fights lasted longer and came more frequently.

Then I came home one night to find my wife in bed... with Richard.

She wanted out. I agreed. She said we got married too young, too fast. She wanted space. We couldn't keep living together like that anymore. But it still broke my heart.

She moved out immediately and moved in with a friend. I stayed until the house sold and we could split the profits. The divorce was final only three months later.

Kristin was the love of my life. And now my life after love begins. It's a depressing life. Friday nights, alone in an empty condo. But I still had the nice car, the plasma TV, and Cinemax. Life could have been worse, I suppose.

The biggest problem with being married at such a young age is that you lose touch with a lot of your friends. You stop going out to bars or clubs. The people you do see are friends of "the couple". To be honest, a lot of them were Kristin's friends to begin with, which left me mostly alone.

It's hard being out of the game for a few years. You forget how to flirt. You forget how to date. I had no skills anymore for meeting new women. While married, you feel nostalgic for the old days, but you're happy that you found what everyone else is looking for. I had it, but I lost it. To borrow a phrase from my little brother, life sucks big donkey balls.

So with this mantra in my mind, I run myself ragged at work every day. It's all I've really got left. One of my staff told me I had to see this Topher Grace/Dennis Quaid movie. But then he immediately started laughing like a dumb hyena, so I'm not about to take his advice right now.

Tiffany was flirting more than usual with me. The news had spread throughout the office (only hours after I told the first "trusted friend") that I was getting divorced. I guess now the young, rich executive was fair game. I remembered an art piece by some weird guy in LA: "Gold Diggers: like hookers, only smarter."

Tiffany's tits looked so round and delectable. But my brain warned that the last thing I needed was getting taken advantage of by a social climber.

It was a Friday afternoon. I made my own hours. And the walls were starting to close in on me. Time to get the hell out of there.

***

I leaned back into a plush, overstuffed lounge chair, trying to crawl into the shadow of a fake plant. Bright, natural light was pouring through the open windows. The sun wouldn't be setting for an hour at least. For an ordinary day, it was way too early to be getting drunk. But this wasn't an ordinary day.

Happy Hour was just getting started at Maretto's, an upscale restaurant frequented by the preppy and youthful rich. I'd only been there ten minutes but I drained my second glass of some toxic mixture, then tilted my head back and let the thickness in my brain take over.

My pretty waitress came over. "Can I get you anything else?"

I held up my empty tumbler. "Two more of these." For a moment I wanted to flash my most charming smile, test my seduction skills, but I decided against it.

"Sure thing." She smiled down at me and took away the glass.

And so I sat there, staring into space. Every minute or so I'd take a big chug from the two tumblers before me. I'd already worked up good buzz. But now I wanted to blow through the buzz and get right to the painful part.

I had finished both drinks, and was hunting around for my pretty waitress. I turned my head around a little too quickly, pain in my head to join the dizziness. I was bobbing around for a full minute before I realized she was standing not two feet away from me serving a drink to a very pretty brunette sitting in the lounger just across mine.

I muttered an "Excuse me," and she turned.

"Yes?"

I held up my latest empty tumbler. "Another."

"Sir, I think you'd better stop or you won't be able to drive home."

Immediately, I reached down and pulled my car keys out. I set them onto her serving tray. "When I'm done, you can call me a cab. But right now, I need another one."

Obediently, she left with my car keys and went to get my drink.

A musical laugh filled my ears and I managed to zero in on the brunette across from me. "Got woman problems?" she asked.

I couldn't quite keep my head still, but I was able to respond in her general direction. "That obvious?"

She got up out of her chair and plopped down into the one next to me. She kicked back her drink, draining it dry. Then she reached out and actually took hold of my left hand, her thumb brushing across the untanned spot on my finger. "Problems with the wife?"

"Just got divorced, actually."

"Really?" There was playful tone of hopeful promise in that word. She was suddenly more interested in me. "Mind if I get miserable with you?"

My eyebrows furrowed at that. "What's your story?"

"My boyfriend of five years left me."

I took a second long look across this young lady's body. She was slender, but wonderfully curvy in all the right places. In her twenties, probably younger than me. Long, tanned legs that went on forever. Nice hips, flat stomach, big tits spilling over the unbuttoned top of her blouse. Her dark brown hair had long bangs that could reach to her chin and frame her face, but cut in a Natalie Imbruglia kind of sassy shortness. She had a very pretty face, and her eyes were a bright blue. Those eyes captivated me so much they actually managed to draw my attention away from her exposed cleavage. This babe was Playboy model material.

After watching her watching me ogle her, I finally spoke up. "Uh, I don't think that's quite possible. Must be your imagination?"

"What?"

"Well, from where I'm sitting, there is no way anyone on this planet would give up a body like yours."

Her musical laugh was back. "That's sweet. But it may be the vodka talking."

"True enough. But my answer is 'yes', you're welcome to get miserable with me." I raised my hand, and then directed the waitress to get the lady a new drink on me.

"Now, I believe you owe me a name."

"Owe you?"

"I buy you a drink; you give me your name. That's how this game works right? I've been out of it for a few years now."

"I suppose." She fixed me with a more formal look, extending a hand out to me. "Hello, my name is Lauren." She giggled again. "So in this game, what am I supposed to owe you if you buy me two drinks?"

"Uh, second drink gets me your phone number. Third gets me a date. And if you let me buy you a fourth drink, then that means you're willing to sleep with me."

"Really?" Lauren eyed me up and down now. Our waitress arrived just then with Lauren's drink.

"I need three more of these. And he's buying." When she turned back to me, her eyes flared up and she grinned at me. "So that's four, right?"

I chuckled at that. "Right. But I was just kidding."

"I wasn't."

***

With head tilted back and graceful neck exposed, Lauren drained the last of that fourth drink, which put her around six for the evening. I had seven at least, and figured if I would have difficulty walking, Lauren must be in even worse shape. But her eyes were still alert.

In the last couple of hours, we'd been talking nonstop. Despite being rather drunk, Lauren had a sharpness and verbal acuity that belied her intelligence. I wondered for the dozenth time how any man that had her could let her out of his grasp. Momentarily I wondered, was this my new beginning? When I found myself down and out, drunk off my ass, a beautiful woman would find me?

Right then I lost control of my drink and spilled it all over my hand. "Shimatta!" I cursed. Real smooth. What was she going to think of you now?

"What was that?"

"Oh, uh, Japanese. Occupational habit."

She laughed and then dropped her own tumbler onto the table. "I think that means it's time to go."

I smiled, and shook the strange introspective thoughts from my mind. I'm just desperate and dreaming. Besides, I should be heading home. "Yeah, I'd better get my cab. You too, I don't think you're exactly in driving condition either."

She got to her feet unsteadily, having to brace her hand against the chair. "No, probably not. But that's alright. I have a car waiting." She flipped open a cell phone. A moment later, she said, "I'll be at the front door in a minute."

In the meantime, I flagged down our pretty waitress and paid the bill. She brought me my keys and told me she would call the cab now.

Lauren interrupted. "No thank you. I'll have my driver drop him off."

"Yes, ma'am." The waitress eyed the two of us with a smirk, then nodded and turned away.

Lauren closed the phone, and then turned to me, slipping her arm around mine. "Shall we?"

Nodding agreeably, I walked her to the front door. A big, black luxury sedan with heavily tinted glass was waiting for us, a uniformed driver holding open the back seat. Lauren slid inside and I followed after. The privacy panel rose up between us and the driver.

The car had just gotten underway when I felt a cool hand touch my cheek and turn my head. And then I was filled with Lauren's sweet scent as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.

Very briefly, a pang of guilt popped into the back of my head, as if I was cheating on my wife. But then my brain actually woke up for a moment to remind me that my wife had left me. And I gave myself over to the pleasure being offered.

I felt the gentle roll of car rocking me while Lauren crawled into my lap and started her own rocking against me. Our tongues were sparring and my arms wrapped up her slender body.

She held my head while we reveled in the passion of kissing someone for the first time. I held her tight ass in my hands as we licked and nuzzled and caressed. When she backed away from me, the sparkle in her eyes and her impish grin were seductive hints of what was to come.

She slinked her way down my body until she was kneeling on the plush floor of the car. The back seat was bigger than I'd realized. I sat still as she coyly fished open my zipper and drew my painfully hard erection through the fly. I held my breath for a moment, watching her pretty face hovering over my rod. And then when she leaned in to draw a long lick across it I let out a long exhalation of pent-up arousal and excitement.

Almost casually, she drew me into her mouth and down her throat, sinking further and further until she'd taken me all the way down in one long gulp. My eyes were wide as her tongue and throat muscles massaged me. Damn she was really good at this. Then, she backed off a bit so that the crown was between her lips while she wrapped her hand around my pecker to stroke the shaft.

All too soon, I felt myself slipping away, months of sperm coiling in my swollen balls. I grunted a warning, and she took up a fast wrist motion to jack me off while she opened her mouth and looked into my eyes to watch me. My vision was locked onto the twitching rod in her hands and then all at once the end split open and I could see the jets of cum blasting into her mouth.

She kept jacking me off but after the first three spurts she clamped her mouth around me and started to swallow it down. But the months away had built up a huge load and after a while, dribbles of semen started slipping out the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flashed as she kept swallowing and let the rivulets streak down her chin.

At last I ran dry for the moment, my head reeling from the force of my orgasm. Lauren sat back on her heels, immensely proud of herself as she saw the utter and complete satisfaction on my face. Then she turned to find a tissue from somewhere and cleaned up her face. 

Once done, she ducked her head back into my lap to lick any remaining traces of my sperm off of me, and despite the recent deflation, I felt a fresh bout of energy willing itself back down into my loins.

Lauren moved off of me when the car came to a stop inside a large garage. When the driver opened the door, I followed Lauren into the house like a lost puppy. 

"Good lord," I exclaimed as I looked around at the opulent surroundings. "What do you do for a living?"

"Oh, nothing. I write about fashion every now and again, but my family's loaded." She pirouetted and started away from me.

Lauren stalked directly through the hallways, never turning around to look back at me. She shrugged out of her silky jacket and cast it away. The blouse came next and I stepped past it as I followed her, watching her tight ass flexing with each motion in the short skirt.

At the end of the hall, she flung open the double doors and marched into a spacious bedroom, and then turned around to face me as I watched her slip the skirt to the floor.

I came right up to her and pulled her into a frenzied kiss while her hands immediately went to strip my clothes off as well. Soon after, all clothing was scattered to the side and then I picked up her naked body into my arms, burying my face into her fabulous tits and carried her up to fall onto the bed in a heap of naked flesh.

I suckled on her breasts, tiny aureole capped with turgid nipples, while Lauren held my head to her chest and moaned happily. I left my hands in place to their enjoyment while I slid my body down the bed until I was half-hanging off the mattress, but with my head between her legs.

My pecker was screaming at me like mad to bury itself into the first vagina it would have in what felt like ages. But my ego would not let me continue without first pleasing the lady.

My tongue was carving out the alphabet on her neatly trimmed pussy and my fingers dragged their way across all the sensitive nooks and crannies along her sides, alternately tickling and caressing. In just a few short minutes, I was soon rewarded with a squeal and a river of honey pouring out into my mouth while Lauren's thighs clamped tightly against my ears.

I felt a tugging against my hair, so I pulled myself up to stretch my body over hers, my hips naturally nestling between Lauren's legs as she reached out to taste herself on my lips. The light in her eyes was almost enough to quell the nervousness in my heart.

I kissed her quickly, and then leaned back. "I, uh, haven't done this is a long time."

Lauren said nothing, but closed her eyes and planted a fresh, passionate kiss on me that went a long way to stoking the fire in my loins and washing away my fear. Her hand slid down to wrap around my throbbing shaft, as large and as hot as it had ever been. And with her guidance, I leaned forward and sank myself into her folds, a slow but exciting warmth a million times better than sinking into a hot tub after a weary day.

"Oh my god..."

We just lay there for a few moments, soaking up the sensations and feeling the gentle pulses of our joining. And then I felt her inner muscles MOVE.

I gasped at the feeling and then suddenly I was thrusting, pulling back until I was almost disengaged before driving back in, our hips blasting together and forcing a moan from Lauren's lips. I lifted myself up on my arms to watch this vixen beneath me, eyes bright, whimpering in pleasure, round tits bouncing.

Lauren was a vocal lover, urging me on with dirty words and a husky tone. And she was all real, not just spouting mindless phrases like a bored porn star.

"Fuck me... harder... ooh, like that..."

Faster and faster we kept going, until Lauren's hands were clamped onto my biceps while her legs intertwined with mine to pull me tighter into her with each thrust. The pleasure was so intense I could feel my control beginning to slip away. I ground my hips as best I could and was soon rewarded with a breathy gasp from Lauren, soon followed by her back arching, pressing her chest into mine. And then a happy cry sounded off in my ears as Lauren crested over into orgasm.

Finally I relaxed my inner muscles, and at that moment I erupted, a huge torrent flowing into her willing body. With every pulsing spurt, another weight was lifted off of my shoulders. My ex-wife was history. My life would go on. Perhaps I did have a chance at life after love.


Life After Love Ch. 01



Lauren lay back against the pillows, luxuriating in the afterglow. Her eyes burned with blue fire as I lay on my side, recovering my breath. Her fingers absently rolled over a naked breast.

"That was fun. Can I have one more?" she asked cutely.

Smiling and groaning at the same time, I caught a breath and then said, "Sure. Just give me a few minutes."

She reached her hand to tickle at my deflated pecker. "Aww... do I have to wait? Maybe we should have brought home that hot waitress. I'll bet she could have filled in this time very nicely." Lauren's eyes flared even brighter as she said that while her other hand rubbed at the mound between her legs.

I felt the blood surging back to life inside of me as the lesbian vision popped into my mind. Grand designs on recovering my life were put aside. Planning for my future now, I promised myself I would see that vision in reality someday. I dragged myself over to suckle at Lauren's wobbly tits. She just giggled and we returned to a fresh round of fucking.

***

"Listen, ah, about last night." Lauren started.

I put my coffee down. Her tone had that serious undercurrent to it.

"Last night was great," she said before pausing.

We both knew what the next word was going to be. "But..." I interjected, smiling at her.

Her easy smile was back. "But, I just got out of a long-term relationship. I'm not looking for anything serious."

The answer came quickly to me, my mouth speaking the exact opposite of my heart. "And neither am I. I just got out of a messy marriage." Deep down, I wanted to cling to her, to build a new relationship, to make myself feel whole again. But a rebound probably was not in my best interests.

"Good to know." Lauren leaned over and kissed me. "Right now, I probably have big trust and abandonment issues. First my parents took off. Now the only real love in my life, too." She looked wistful, but then her eyes glittered and the playful smile was back.

Lauren's voice then took on a humorous can-you-believe-this tone. "My therapist told me that the first thing I'd do was live in denial. I'd rebound and treat my new boyfriend as if he was my old boyfriend. Then after that didn't work out, I'd withdraw emotionally and throw myself into a meaningless relationship without thinking about it. Only after I'd cleansed my soul would I be able to love again."

I briefly wondered if that was what my own future held for me. "Well, thanks for saving me my own visit to a therapist." I decided then and there that I would be smarter about my decision making. I could get through this on my own and without those misguided relationship hassles Lauren had just described. Right?

"Well, that whole scenario isn't really me," Lauren continued. "I mean, here I am, and I'm not thinking about you like my old boyfriend at all. And I hope you're not thinking of me like your ex, either."

"Nope."

"Good. Last night was fun, though. So, now that that's out of the way, I can call you without you reading anything into it."

"Sure thing." We chatted the rest of the morning, and I felt unbelievably comfortable and relaxed around this beautiful stranger. We said the usual "keep in touch" bullshit. But I left believing it was just a fun one-night stand, and that would be the end of Lauren. Still, I was very grateful to her for getting me back in the saddle. Maybe now I could learn to ride again.

***

The next night, I woke up in a cold sweat. I reached over to the pillow next to me, finding nothing but cold sheets. I searched frantically, looking for my wife to reassure me. But she wasn't there. Fitfully, I tried to go back to sleep.

Lauren did call me. We did coffee on Monday morning to start off the work week. And then she called me again Friday night to finish the work week. We went out dancing, and ended up in my bed. Just sex, just casual. 

Okay, so maybe she was turning out to be a two-night stand. Our connection was electric, the sexual chemistry unbelievable. But we were both on the rebound. And we both knew not to make this anything more permanent. We chatted about nothing important, no pressure. And when the weekend was over we went our separate ways. When I walked out the front door she gave me a look of longing I'll never forget, as if deep down she wanted more. I knew I'd be seeing her again.

***

Six months went by, a very long six months. Every now and again Lauren and I would have a play date, but those were booty calls to unwind and then return back to our lives. We did finally seduce the waitress from Maretto's, and I will never forget that threesome for as long as I live. The sex relaxed me, and Lauren was great fun to hang out with. I burned the image of Lauren suckling the waitress's tits into my brain for all eternity. But we both knew we were just friends with benefits. To help get over our respective exes. That was the unspoken rule between us.

When I was with Lauren, I felt content. The rest of the time, I was just morose and depressed. But day by day, I was taking my life back. I thought about Kristin less and less. My psyche was rebuilding.

One day, I was walking back to my office with my morning coffee when an angelic vision walked into view. Long, silky, raven black hair. Porcelain perfect face with big almond eyes. Her body was slender and petite, but with curves. I was looking at the rare jewel of an Asian with great tits. I did a double take so hard I nearly crashed into the wall.

Unfortunately for me, the girl noticed, and coyly covered a laughing smile with her hand. Then she turned back to listen attentively to the HR staffer who was escorting her through the building.

I stopped to wipe up the bit of scalding coffee I'd managed to spill in my hand, and then retreated into my office.

An hour later, there was a knock at my door. The same HR staffer was there, my angel right behind.

"Hello, I'd like to introduce Saya, the President's new assistant."

Saya stepped forward, and I forced myself to keep a straight face as she extended a hand and said "Pleased to meet you." She had a very noticeable Japanese accent, but her words were very clear in that slightly high-pitched, cute voice that many Japanese girls adopted.

Looking right into her face, I took her hand, shaking it formally, but gently. "Dozo yorishiku. And welcome to the company. You speak English very well."

She blushed, "Thank you. I was an English major in school."

The HR staffer piped up, "Saya just graduated from the University of Tokyo. She'll be helping Mr. Yamamoto with all his communications, helping to translate everything into English along with her usual admin duties."

Impressed, I turned back to Saya. "Wow! How long have you been in the US?"

"I only arrived yesterday. But I have been to America many times on short trips." Saya was staring right into my eyes, and I could actually see the electric sparkles in the back of her irises.

I wanted to stay right there and gaze at this girl all day. She would only be a few years younger than me, and she was gorgeous. I was smitten already. Love at first sight? But I tamped down my inner feelings. "Well, I'm sure you have to go around and meet a lot more people. But if you have any questions, want to know the good restaurants around here, or anything, just let me know, ok?" I extended my hand again to shake goodbye.

She shook my hand. "I will. Thank you."

Then they were gone. The door had just closed when I sat heavily into my chair and whistled... They say lightning hits you when you have that kind of connection. Wow, thunderbolt city.

For the rest of the day, I did my best to think of Saya as just another new employee. I did my work. I was bored during the executive meetings, and I ran the usual meeting for my own department. I did the usual low-key flirting with Tiffany. But by the end of the day, I just wanted to go home, sit in my recliner, and stare at the ceiling. Maybe even dream about Saya.

So that's what I did. The ceiling started boring me after a minute or so, so I popped on ESPN. Terrell Owens was being an ass, and ESPN decided to show him being an ass for a full twenty minutes. Then that got boring, so I started surfing around aimlessly.

After a few hours I got hungry. I'm not much of a cook, so I'd usually just go out to eat. But lately frozen food had captured my attention, mostly so I wouldn't have to even go out my front door. Lo and behold, my freezer was turning up without anything remotely appetizing. Time to restock. Then I could come home and be miserable again. I'd dimly recalled that the Alyssa Milano vampire flick was going to be on Cinemax later that night.

I was still hunting down the freezer aisle, the ice cream tempting me from a few doors away when something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. A pretty girl, slightly desperate in trying to figure out the all the funny labels.

"Saya?"

She turned and saw me, relief crossing her face. "Oh, Konbanwa! Uh, good evening!" She had a long list in her hand, written entirely in Japanese. 

I rolled my cart over to her. "Need some help?"

She blinked several times, glancing back and forth between her list and the shelves. "Oh, oh, no I am OK. This can't be that hard, right?"

"Sure, food is food, no matter what country you're in." But she still looked a little confused. "Well, I'm sure you can get through a shopping trip by yourself. But it can't hurt to have someone around for your first time."

Saya's smile would have lit up the whole city block. "OK! Thank you."

We chatted for the next twenty minutes while stocking up. I introduced her to "club cards" and how to avoid the knock-off store brands. Apparently, Saya's apartment was only a few blocks from my condo. Her roommate was the President's niece, and said roommate was supposed to help her with the shopping. But at the last minute, the boyfriend called and the roommate backed out. Saya had insisted she would be alright by herself. For example, she was very proud she was able to drive to the market on her own.

Eventually, we got everything squared away. Rice and other cooking staples for Saya. Frozen microwaveable stuff and 2-liter sodas for me. Then, casually, we said our goodbyes ("see you tomorrow") and went our separate ways. 

***

For the rest of the week, Saya and I exchanged casual 'hello's, but other than that it was back to business as usual. She was very careful not to pay any more attention to me than anyone else in the office, but I caught the occasional sly look from her. Once, I stopped by to help her figure out how to do something in MS Excel. We had the usual chitchat around the coffee machine. But beyond that, we had only the standard interoffice co-worker-type of relationship.

Outside the office was a different story. On Wednesday I ran into her at the mall, and we ended up shopping together for hours. I hate the mall, but I needed a new jacket. I was telling stories nonstop, pointing out all the little quirks of Americana. Saya joked that I was her Ambassador to the United States.

I walked her back to her car. She hit the remote to unlock it, and then turned to face me. I felt my weight shifting to the balls of my feet as I leaned in towards her, and realized she was leaning towards me as well. Our faces were just a few inches apart, and I looked deeply into her eyes as if I could drown myself in the well of emotion I saw there.

Just when the urge to kiss her was becoming unbearable, she blinked and leaned back, turning away from me and opened up the car door. I saw the blush of red fill her white cheeks. "Ah, thank you for helping me. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

I nodded, responding with a gentle "goodbye." Then I turned to find my car. That WAS the opportune moment, but I was too hesitant to take it. Although Kristin had been the furthest thing from my mind, perhaps I wasn't ready for a new relationship.

***

I daydreamed the whole Thursday at work about Saya. I locked myself in my office and tried to work furiously, but my train of thought kept drifting. She was a co-worker, right? There's one good reason not to get involved. But then, we had completely separate jobs so there was no conflict of interest. She just got to America, and hasn't even had a chance to make other friends yet. Common sense says it's in her best interest to find her own identity in this world before latching on to a commitment that could potentially blow up in her face. And I wanted what was best for Saya. Then again, the only reason a beautiful, smart woman like her was single was that she was so brand new to America. And if I didn't snatch her up, someone else would.

As always, there was the recent divorce looming over my head. Was I sure this wasn't a rebound? Not entirely. But if I was looking for a rebound, Lauren would have been the perfect candidate. Were my own neuroses keeping me from possibly the best thing that could ever happen to me? I had to take the chance.

Making up my mind, I finally left my office. My stomach was growling at me as soon as I got up, it was three in the afternoon, and I hadn't eaten anything yet. Glancing at Mr. Yamamoto's office, I saw that the desk in front where Saya usually sat was empty. So I headed to the kitchen.

Down the hallway, Tiffany jiggled her way across my path. She stopped, profiling herself just right for me and said a sweet "Hey, you..."

Not even slowing down, I just strode past her. "Not right now, Tiffany."

I turned the corner and then sure enough, Saya was brewing a fresh pot of coffee. And luckily for me, she was alone.

I did my best to seem casual. Years of executive meetings and marketing pushes had trained me to project confidence automatically in any situation. "Ooh, fresh coffee."

Saya turned and smiled her megawatt smile at me. "Almost. It should be done in another minute."

We paused to watch the coffee machine kick in. "So do you have any plans for the weekend?" I asked.

"No, not really. I am still getting settled in. I'm not really sure where to go. I have already been to the tourist places like Disneyland."

Perfect. "Well, I'd be happy to show you around. Show you all the hidden treasures that only local people know about."

Her smile was radiant, and my confidence was growing. "That would be great!"

I decided to press my luck. "And how about tomorrow? I'd like to take you out to dinner on Friday."

The glow in Saya's eyes instantly dimmed, her smile vanished, and for a moment my heart stopped. Had I just blown the whole thing? "Um, well. I don't have plans. But, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Me? No!" It wasn't the smoothest way of handling her question, but I was still in panic-mode. Practiced executive confidence or not, my brain was freaking out.

"But then, Tiffany, right? She acts so... close to you. And you are very friendly with her. I thought you were together. That's why I try to be very professional with you at work. I do not want to upset her."

"Oh, that. No, we're just friends." Relief washed over me and the color started coming back into my face. "It's a game she plays."

I stepped forward, getting very close to violating Saya's personal space. "Saya, you have been the only woman on my mind. That's why I want to get to know you better."

Her smile was back. "Then, yes."

"Yes?" I was momentarily confused.

She giggled, covering her mouth in polite embarrassment. "Yes, I will go to dinner with you tomorrow night."

***

Friday's dinner went perfectly. We talked for hours. I was used to speaking formalized English for dealing with foreign clients, and Saya was quickly picking up on the American slang I did use. I told her about my divorce, and Saya had just broken up with her college boyfriend when she moved to the US. We were both filling an emotional void for each other, and seemed quite happy with the arrangement. 

Saya wanted to see my condo, so we lounged on the couch with a few cocktails while she complimented me on my decorating style. Then we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning learning everything there was to know about each other. When exhaustion finally started setting in, I offered to take her home. 

When I dropped her off at her apartment door, the sun was already coming up. Just before she went inside, Saya wrapped her arms behind my head and gave me a kiss I will never forget for the rest of my life. 

I floated on Cloud 9 the rest of the way home. I was thinking, maybe she's the one. Maybe my life is about to turn around.

***

*RING!!!*

What-the?

*RING!!!*

Aw, crap. I grabbed for the receiver, checking the clock at the same time. Only 11am. I told Saya I'd pick her up around 2pm.

"Hello?"

"Good lord, are you still asleep?"

I recognized the voice. "Lauren?"

"Of course! I thought you workaholic types were up at 7am on weekends? You have a late night?"

"Yeah."

"Really? Who was the babe?"

"Actually, her name is Saya."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. "Really?" Lauren dragged out that word, real surprise in her voice. "Homeboy finally got back in the game! Is she still there now?"

Thankfully, I did not detect any jealousy in Lauren's voice. Why should there be? We were just friends. "No, I took her home. Nothing happened."

"Aww, you strike out?"

"No, I just wanted to be a gentleman."

"She's that special, huh? Hmm, I wonder how she tastes. You're going to have to introduce me someday." Lauren put a little seductive spice into that last sentence.

"I will, I promise. Now let me go back to sleep."

"Ah, shit. I had my whole afternoon planned out for you. Now who's going to come over here and fuck my lights out?"

"Sorry, I'm seeing her this afternoon. And watch your language young lady."

Lauren laughed. "Young lady, my ass. You can't say that to me. How old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"I'm two years older than you!"

"Really?" I was shocked. I'd thought she was 23, tops. "You don't look it."

"Thank you. But anyways, go see your sweetheart. I'll catch up with you later. I'll just have to find myself some other younger man to be my stud!"

I smiled at that. Refreshingly, I didn't feel jealous in the slightest either. Not when I had Saya. "Knock yourself out."

***

That afternoon, I treated Saya to some of the most beautiful and romantic places around the area. We had to do a little hiking, but the views, and especially the privacy, more than made up for it. Spectacular cliffs, hidden waterfalls, and a gorgeous sunset over the beach.

We stole quick kisses here and there along the way, basking in the glow and warmth of puppy love. I had enough sense to realize it could all vanish, but my heart didn't care and I reveled in my infatuation with my angel.

After the sunset, we retired back to my place. Ostensibly it was because we weren't hungry for dinner just yet. But really I just wanted to be alone with her in the comfort of my home. We paid only lip service to the glasses of wine I offered before wrapping our arms around each other and launching into our first full-blown make out session. I could not get enough of her sweet taste and aromatic scent, rubbing my nose and lips into the most sensitive crooks around her neck and face.

Lost in the delirium we simply attacked each other with lustful fervor, our hands rubbing and caressing with abandon. When I cupped her tight ass in my palms there was no resistance, only an erotic moan from her directly into my mouth.

She grabbed at my arms and pressed her body against me as we shifted position, only briefly releasing our lip lock to balance ourselves before returning once again to the heaven of kissing in new love. I knew my lips would have to be bruised from the abuse. Eventually, I was flat on my back across the couch with my head on a pillow, Saya stretched out on top of me, her thigh rubbing against the erection trying to jump out of my pants. 




Life After Love Ch. 01



This did not escape her notice, as Saya suddenly sat up a bit, staring into my eyes sharply with an intent expression. There was no way I could hide my lust for her at that moment, and my palms continued to rub at her very tight asscheeks.

One of her hands dropped down to my lap, gently tracing the outline of my cock through my pants while she leaned down to kiss me more gently, more slowly. And then she suddenly stopped and looked down to focus as she opened the clasp to my pants and drew the zipper down.

Instinctively, I moved to say that she didn't have to do anything, but a whispered "shhh..." from her quieted my protest.

Once she got my pants open, she tugged down and pulled both them and my boxers off my hips, baring my naked erection to the open air in all its glory. Saya gasped momentarily as it extended upwards a bit, like a plant searching out the Sun. Then she wrapped a tiny hand around the shaft, making my rod look even thicker and longer than it was.

Slightly hesitant, she mulled things over for a bit before lowering her head and taking one long lick from the base all the way up to the crown. I was so revved up I felt like I was going to lose it right then, and let out a loud groan of pleasure.

Saya grinned widely at my reaction, and then she moved in to lick again, dragging both hands up and down the shaft while she settled her tongue and lips onto the head. 

It was not the most expert blowjob I'd ever experienced, but the obvious thought and care she put into pleasing me more than made up for it, and the fires of my arousal were being stoked higher and higher as she continued to stroke and suck on me. When she shoved my big piece of meat into her mouth I thought I would die of happiness, and she began to move more quickly while watching the obvious pleasure in my face.

My hand reached out and stroked her cheek and her hair while she kept going, and then when my hips started twitching she moved up her pace to breakneck speed.

"Oh, Saya!" I called out, right on the brink of orgasm, and she stuffed as much of me into her mouth as she could right when I hit the edge and began pouring out shot after shot into her mouth. She swallowed quickly but then pulled me out, lest she start gagging. She still had both hands on my shaft and kept stroking as another few shots flew from my tip to splatter against her nose and across her face.

She was blinking quickly to protect her eyes but a wide smile was on her face as she kept tugging every little bit of my cum out of me, until at last I was finished and she moved to lick the last bit from my little hole, then giggled her schoolgirl laugh. "Did you like that?"

"Like it, I loved it! Domo, domo arigato."

"Do itashimashite." She bowed her head briefly, and then got up to the bathroom to clean herself up while I gathered my pants back up.

When she came back to the couch, I leaned in to kiss her. She backed off briefly and said, "I could not find any mouthwash."

I smiled, "I don't mind." Then taking her in my hands I kissed her then pressed my tongue in to spar with hers, comfortably ignoring the slightly salty taste. If Saya could handle it, then so could I.

"You hungry? I'm not much of a cook, but I do know a great restaurant that you have to try."

Saya smiled back at me, lighting up the room. I could really get used to her smile. "That sounds good!"

Still soaking in the post-orgasmic bliss, I fully realized: Saya was special, and she really liked me. A new life after love was really here.

***

They called my name, our table ready. We got up from our seats in the lounge and presented ourselves to the maitre'd.

"Yes, sir, right this way."

Saya looped her arm through mine, and together we trailed after the hostess. "Edo" was an upscale but casual restaurant known for having the best chefs, both for teppan and for sushi, all of whom were trained in their native Japan.

Saya's eyes had lit up when she realized where we were going, and she promised to show me how a real Japanese native went about the food. There were ten chairs arranged around the central Teppan grill, and we were placed fairly front and center. What came next was a complete surprise.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder and when I turned to look a familiar face came around. "Hi!"

Lauren looked down at me and then to my date. "Hey, yourself!" Then she extended a hand down, "You must be Saya."

Saya stood up politely and shook Lauren's hand. "Yes, I am."

"I'm Lauren. We're... kind of old friends," she replied, nodding to me. "Except for the 'old' part. I'll let you in on a little secret." Her voice dropped to a near whisper. "He really likes you."

Saya laughed, covering her mouth. Then I noticed that Lauren was not alone. A tall Japanese gentleman was right behind her. Lauren followed my gaze and then held out her arm to bring the guy into the conversation. "Ken, this is the friend I've been telling you about. And this is Saya."

Ken shook my hand firmly, and in perfect American English said, "Nice to meet you." Then he turned to Saya and said basically the same thing in flawless Japanese.

Saya replied politely, and then the four of us returned to take our seats, the two girls in the middle.

We all made small talk, alternating between chatting all together and talking just as couples. It was Saya's turn to play tour guide as she pointed out how things were done differently from a similar restaurant in Japan. When our waitress came, Saya insisted on ordering for the both of us, and then she spoke in rapid-fire Japanese that I could not keep up with. I got bits and pieces, words like "teriyaki" stand out somewhat. But then I just resigned myself to trusting what Saya was ordering.

Before the Teppan chef came out, several bottles of sake were brought to us as well as a few pieces of sashimi that Saya directed me to eat. I got to show off my chopstick skills and we all began to chat amiably with the other patrons at our table. Saya and Ken both were able to converse directly with our Teppan chef and in the end all four of us got a lot more food than normal. Also, when our bills came, I realized we were paying for a lot less than we'd actually eaten and drank. "Nippon special" Saya told me.

Saya and Lauren got along very well, Saya fishing for more information about me and Lauren recalling many of my weird quirks from our short time together. All in all it was mostly harmless, but I got the distinct impression that Saya realized my relationship with Lauren had crossed the physical line of normal friendship.

There was a private moment when Saya went to the restroom. Lauren lowered her voice and told me, "She really likes you. But don't get too clingy too fast. You'll scare her off. Think Boyfriend, not Husband. Just a woman's intuition." I filed it away as advice from a friend. 

At the end of the evening, we went our separate ways. Lauren also exchanged cell phone numbers with Saya.

"We're going to have to be good friends if you want to seriously date this guy," Lauren laughed, jerking her thumb at me.

Saya nodded agreeably. Lauren hugged the both of us and we promised to keep in touch.

We shook hands with Ken and wished him well. Lauren had a hungry look in her eye, so he was getting laid tonight. But somehow I knew I would never be seeing Ken again. Think One-Night Stand, not Boyfriend. And then Saya and I were all by ourselves again, driving away from the restaurant.

Tonight, more than ever, I wanted Saya to stay with me overnight. I wanted to be a gentleman and let things move at her pace, but our little oral session before dinner had done nothing to quench the lust in me, only stoke the fire even hotter.

When I dropped her off at her apartment, she gave me a big, wet kiss: full of hope and more than a hint of future pleasures yet to come.

***

The plan was that Sunday we would be apart. Her roommate was going to take her out to lunch and meet with some friends. It would be good for her to meet new people and experience America through the eyes of someone other than me. We would see each other again when the work week started.

For some time, I was miserable without her; and my lonely mind was conjuring up nightmarish images of Saya being swept away by some cute guy. But I had no real worries. Saya was falling in love with me, and I with her. I would miss her all the more until I saw her again. I had never so looked forward to a Monday before.

As it turned out, I didn't even have to wait that long. It was just after dinner time when my doorbell rang. Without checking the peephole, I just opened the door and there she was.

Casually dressed for a lazy Sunday evening, just sweater and jeans, she stood in the hallway looking kawaii cute and ever so hopeful/nervous about my reaction. I was simultaneously surprised and elated to see her, and when the smile cracked my face open and I held my arms out, she giggled and jumped into my arms while I wrapped her up in a warm hug and kicked the door closed.

"Are you happy to see me?" she asked in her quiet, cute voice.

"Very much." Then I leaned down to taste her lips, so spicy sweet.

No more words were exchanged as we kept kissing until I swept her off her feet and carried her over to the couch where we could continue more comfortably, and where my happiest recent memories originated. Saya's kissing had a forceful urgency to it, and when she sat up suddenly, I realized I was seeing a more aggressive look in her than I'd ever imagined.

Wordlessly, she dropped her hands to the hem of her sweater, and in that fluid crossing motion all women instinctively know, she whipped it over her head and bared her bra-encased bosom to my intense gaze.

"I think it is time for me to see your bedroom again." It was a statement, not a request, and her husky voice, so different from the high-pitched giggle, brooked no dissent.

Suddenly, I had a desperate need to see my angel in all her naked glory. We managed to separate our lips long enough to strip down to our underwear and also get just outside of my bedroom door when my fingers finally slipped the catch to her bra. Then tugging that off and pulling her panties to the floor, I stepped back to admire Saya's fantastic form.

The absolute delight in my face must have quelled any nervousness on her part, because Saya merely lay back against the doorframe and posed for me. I had found the rare perfection. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, set firm and high on her chest. Flat stomach and tiny waist flared out into pleasingly rounded hips. And in the center, a neatly trimmed pussy already glistening with arousal. She had a coy expression, and when she beckoned a hand to me, I was suddenly filled with the realization that I was about to get laid.

My boxers dropped to the floor and then I rushed to kiss her once again, molding my body against hers, feeling her breasts against my skin even while my erection poked against her stomach. Together we moved into the bedroom, searching out my bed.

Saya suddenly took charge and pressed her palms against my chest, propelling me backwards until I literally stumbled upon the bed, flopping onto my back. I fell awkwardly and actually banged my head against the wall, laughing all the while.

Saya giggled and apologized at the same time, and then she was straddling me, rubbing my head while she made apologies in both English and Japanese. We just laughed together and then in retaliation I started tickling at her sides, which itself descended into a massive tickle fight that only got us even more flushed and aroused than we already were.

I used my superior size and leverage to pin her onto her back, and then just when I had her twitching uncontrollably in ticklish spasms, I dove my face down into her muff and sank two fingers into the tight snatch.

The high-pitched girlish giggles quickly degenerated into lower-pitched moans as my tongue went to work and quickly found her swollen clit. My fingers were plunging and scraping in the tight tunnel, feeling the folds and finding new things to tickle inside.

I was only suckling her for a few minutes before her first climax hit. Her moans dragged out into one long scream and then she dumped her nectar of the gods into my mouth. The thrill of making her so happy and the sweet, musky taste were both addictive, and I refused to move from my spot. I kept tonguing her through the climax and sent her body pushing towards another one to build on top of that.

She started making little squeaking sounds, "Ai! Ai!" that were music to my ears.

My fingers found a special spot that triggered an immediate response every time I brushed against it. And so, wrapping my lips around her clit and rubbing against that spot feverishly, I bore down to give Saya an orgasm like she'd never had before.

All at once, a loud, wailing cry split the air and then her hands clamped down onto the back of my head, her thighs squeezed shut around my ears, and then she was flooding my face with what felt like a tsunami of liquid. Her hips bucked at me, thrusting into the air and lifting my head up repeatedly as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her. She was pumping so hard I momentarily worried if she would break my neck.

When she came down from her incredible high, she split her legs and then immediately attacked me. My body was limp from momentary oxygen-deprivation, and displaying an unbelievable strength, Saya flipped me onto my back, yanked my erection up, and then shoved as much of my meat into her pussy as she could.

She was so tight, she only got me halfway in on that first lunge. But she was so incredibly turned on she just kept bucking at me in a frenzy until at last we were fully engaged.

My head was still spinning as my lungs sucked in the precious air, but Saya's rapid-fire aerobic thrusting was not lost upon my rod, or my eyes. My dick felt on fire as her inner muscles were sliding and squeezing me very well. And Saya's perfect tits were bouncing and gyrating beautifully.

After the first sprint Saya started to slow down; her pace would have been impossible to maintain. But then she took to rotating her hips, carving my shaft into every nook and cranny of her insides while I finally let my hands up to cup, caress, and tweak those breasts I was so entranced by.

Saya started gasping weakly, and her eyes were tightening as I titillated every sensitive spot I could find. I relocated my hands to her hips and really started pile driving her light body onto me, grinding her clit down against my rod and pumping her until her body suddenly went rigid, and she leaned back to wail out a new orgasm.

Finally hearing that, I started to let myself go. I jack hammered her body onto me all through her climax, not letting up one bit on the pleasure overload and causing fresh wails out of Saya's mouth.

I felt the pressure building and building inside of me until I crossed the point of no return and my body's instinct took over for those final few seconds. When my hands went slack on her hips and I started to grunt, Saya slipped her body off of me and before I could react, she wrapped her hands around my shaft and squeezed me until I exploded right in her face.

After the first burst splattered across her nose, she aimed lower and jerked off the rest of the jets into her chest, letting the spunk mingle with sweat and dribble down between her cleavage.

"Mmmm..." Saya hummed, her fingers moving to rub the white cream into her skin.

I had died and gone to heaven.

***

When morning came, we tamped down on the urge for a morning quickie. Instead, we crowded each other in the bathroom, clowning around while preparing for the work morning. There was no regret or awkwardness between us. From the giggling and the cute comments, I felt even more at ease with Saya and even happier that I'd found someone who made me feel so good.

Saya had the foresight to bring along a set of work clothes, and we found ourselves standing just inside my front door, domestically grooming each other just before leaving. I could get used to this.

We'd shared a beautiful weekend. Now the real world waited. I couldn't think of anyone else I wanted at my side. My life after love had begun.

***

NEXT PART 2 



Life After Love Ch. 02



PART 2: Reality

***

Saya and I had shared a beautiful weekend. Now the real world waited. Walking out the door, I couldn't think of anyone else I wanted at my side. My life after love had begun.

But when I said that the real world waited, I meant reality would be shattering my fantasy world. From the moment we walked into the building together, our professional lives took over. It's not that we wanted to hide our relationship, but advertising it to the whole company would not be a good idea. I just told myself that I would soon be able to express my affection for Saya when we left work.

Monday morning is always busy as hell. Our President had a whirlwind of meetings, and Saya had to attend every one of them, taking notes and preparing executive summaries. I barely saw her the whole day. For my part, I had my own set of meetings, and the emails were seriously piling up. To top it all off, one of our periodic crises hit, and I knew I would not be leaving the office on time that evening.

Around four in the afternoon, I managed to run into Saya for a brief moment in a hallway. I glanced around just enough to recognize that we were not alone, and had to contain my urges.

"Hi." Damn, she was pretty.

"Hello."

"How are you?"

"Very busy. You seem very busy, too."

"Of course." My eyebrows knitted as I made my confession. "Look, I don't think I will leave on time for dinner tonight."

Saya looked disappointed but still smiled prettily. "I understand. I will spend more time with my roommate."

"That sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course."

I wanted to enfold her in a hug and taste her lips. But I refocused onto the job at hand and strode away to get together with my employees. I still had a long day ahead of me.

***

Tuesday and Wednesday were more of the same. We ran ragged doing our jobs and giving no more attention to each other than any other coworker. I spent more time with Bradley and paperwork than with anything. And as the hours piled up and drifted away, my memory of Saya started to slip as well. The flame of our relationship that burned so brightly over the weekend was slowly dying down the longer we spent apart.

I couldn't quite remember the scent of her hair, or the precise way that she tasted. Then I realized how little I knew about her. What was her favorite color? Her favorite food? Did she know my favorite color?

Did Saya miss me as much as I was missing her? I wanted to know where she was, who she was with, what she was doing. Not out of jealousy, mind you. But the only way I knew how to do a relationship anymore was a married-type of relationship. The kind where you sleep in the same bed as your wife every night. Now that I had her, I felt so alone without Saya.

Did I even have her? We'd never discussed our relationship status. And at least outwardly, Saya seemed perfectly comfortable despite not spending much time with me. Maybe she didn't even consider me a boyfriend yet. I was consumed by my own paranoia.

By Wednesday night I couldn't bear to be apart from her any longer. Lonely at home, I called and begged, and Saya came over to my condo. My intention was just to be with her, hold her in my arms, and spend some quality time talking to her. But when she came through the door, we'd barely exchanged pleasantries before lust took over and then we were kissing and groping and stripping. There was minimal foreplay, and then suddenly she was bent forwards over the couch and then we were humping like two crazed maniacs. I blew my load into her gushing pussy, a huge torrent as if to wash away all the built up stress of the past few days. Then the two of us literally collapsed to the floor in a sweaty pile of flesh.

She was only in my condo for about a half an hour before we collected ourselves, and she went home.

***

On Thursday I felt the same: overworked, tired, and missing Saya terribly. I left work at eight in the evening, stressed out. I called Saya to tell her I was going home, and she surprised me by meeting me at my front door.

She was already kissing me before I got my key out, and then once inside she stepped back to take in my disheveled appearance. "You look terrible."

"Thank you," I answered sarcastically.

Her faced screwed up, not yet understanding. Then I remembered that sarcasm is sometimes hard to understand for a non-native English speaker. I sighed, my head hurt.

"I was joking," I quickly told her.

Satisfied with my answer, she nodded and then moved in to start unbuttoning my shirt. This time, she had a cool detachment as she undressed me: efficient, not seductive. Coupled with my exhaustion from the week, I wasn't even hard when she got me naked. However, when in a few short moments, Saya became equally naked; no amount of tiredness was going to stop my arousal.

She grinned when she saw me start to rise, but then she was simply pushing me into the bathroom and then turned on the shower. I let my eyes roam over her petite body, smooth lines interrupted only by her perfect breasts and tight ass. Her nipples were already hard from the cool air.

Once satisfied with the temperature, Saya directed me into the spray and then followed in after me. For a few minutes, we just basked in the warmth of the shower spray, holding each other closely and letting the water dribble down between our chests pressed together.

We kissed tenderly, and I felt my reviving erection pressing against her stomach. But then Saya took to cleaning me. She shampooed my hair and massaged my balls, smiling all the while. She rubbed soap over every bit of my body, and I mean every part of me. In the end I was squeaky clean and also very turned on.

Then with a gentle grace, Saya pushed me down to sit on the bench built into the shower, the cold surface momentarily biting into my ass. But then she was kneeling before me, the shower spray hitting her back as she descended her lips downwards and sucked my member into her mouth.

Saya's blowjob was exquisite. Slow, deliberate, and indescribably pleasurable. She played me like a finely tuned instrument, a harmonious melody that sent shivers down my spine and absolutely melted the tension in my muscles. At last, with her soft fingers rubbing at my testicles and her softer lips suckling on the head of my cock, she brought me to a tremendous climax, splattering wad after wad across her face until she was drenched, and not from water. Finally, she slipped me back into her mouth to suction out the last of my sperm.

Fully drained, I fell against the shower wall, not caring about the new coldness icing across my back. A satisfied smirk spread across Saya's face, and then she stood up to clean herself up.

I watched her rinse off, then soap up her entire naked body, rubbing her palms against her heaving bosom. Her hair, filled with bubbly shampoo, hung straight back against her scalp to fall back in a curtain of silky black. And when her hands descended between her legs to clean and caress, I found my pecker once again rising to the occasion.

Once she got cleaned up, we toweled off and then I literally carried her to my bed and dove down to return the oral favor. I brought her to two climaxes before climbing on top of her body and slowly making love to my angel. With a fresh orgasm from Saya and a final set of spurts into her love channel, we were finally done for the evening.

Still, the spontaneous rendezvous meant that she was not prepared to spend the night. And so with a heavy heart, Saya left me again that evening to be ready for work, and the real world, the next day.

***

A part of me felt rather guilty that our relationship seemed to be constant sex, without the quality time necessary for romance and falling in love. Where were the deep, meaningful conversations of getting to know you? Was I wrong for wanting a relationship and not a date?

That day at work, I forced myself to make real quality time for her. Of all the days I should be able to go home on time, Friday was it. So we made a Friday night date: to the supermarket. Saya's roommate was going out for the evening, so she planned a quiet dinner for just the two of us at her place.

It was the same market from our first real conversation, and we tooled around with our shopping carts, chatting and laughing the whole while. I made it a point to learn everything I could about her, driven by a desire to know her completely. I was so eager I belatedly realized I was talking too much: asking too many questions and really starting to drag on her. We paid for the groceries and then we headed for Saya's apartment. This was her opportunity to cook for me and spend some time at her place.

Once there, Saya ordered me into the living room and refused to let me near the kitchen, despite my intentions to help out. "You are not my husband. So get out of here and watch basketball or something."

So I fidgeted on the couch, watching the TV (I missed my plasma) and nervously glanced into the kitchen every now and again where Saya was smoothly cooking up something that smelled delicious. This all felt very strange, but if Saya wanted it, I could handle it.

When halftime hit I sneaked into the kitchen while Saya's back was turned, but not to help out. I snaked my hands around her waist and then with a shriek she turned and giggled while I wrapped her up in a hug and planted a big kiss right on her lips.

She stopped struggling and just kissed me back. But when she pulled away, she slapped my butt and gave me a healthy shove back into the living room. Still, I'd seen enough to recognize the rice cooker steaming, miso soup simmering, and a sizzling fish that she'd picked out from the market.

Presently, she began to bring dishes over to the dining table, but held up a hand to keep my butt firmly planted into the couch. Only once she was done did Saya let me join her at the table.

I decided to practice an American custom and helped her into her chair and pushed her into place before taking my own seat.

"Itadakimasu."

"Dozo," she gestured, and I began to take the food.

The dinner itself was delicious. It was very hard in the modern day to find a woman who could cook. My ex-wife had been a career-oriented woman and the dinners she made for me primarily consisted of microwaveables. Saya's wonderfully home cooked meal was a delight.

We chatted happily, but I was starving and this was the first real meal I'd had since my last date in about a week. So I wound up spending most of the evening with my face stuffed. But with the candles lit, and my charm turned all the way up, we were having a very pleasant and mildly romantic evening.

After dinner, we retired to the couch to get into a heavy make out session. My hands were quickly on her breasts, and Saya was moaning into my ear. When I started to remove some of her clothing, Saya shook her head and then pulled me way from the couch.

"Perhaps my roommate will come home."

I nodded in agreement, momentarily deflated. But then she was pulling me back towards her bedroom. I realized then that we'd never had a sex act in Saya's apartment before.

Once inside, she turned on the desk lamp and closed the door; and then we were frenching like horny teenagers on her bed. She let me remove her top, and then I was suckling on her tits and rubbing her ass even as her hands found their way to my crotch.

I moved to take her skirt off, and then suddenly Saya's eyes flew open and she was pushing me away from her in a panic.

Bewildered, I sat back and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Gomen nasai," she responded hurriedly. "I am sorry. But, we cannot tonight."

"Oh." I was momentarily dejected. I had expected to get laid tonight. But I could live without. "That's okay. Are you feeling alright?"

Saya's eyes dropped down. "I am fine." Her body language said the exact opposite.

"Then what's wrong?"

Her cheeks colored, embarrassed. "Not sure... English." The more flustered she got, the worse her English became. "Only start afternoon today. I am... unclean. My time of month."

I understood. With a warm smile on my face, I took her into my arms and kissed her on the forehead. "Please do not be embarrassed. There is no shame." Then I tilted her chin up and kissed her with as much passion as I ever had in my life.

She returned the kiss, and soon we found ourselves embracing as if the interruption had never happened. I let my hands drift under her skirt to feel her ass, but never made any motions towards her pussy lest she feel uncomfortable. Soon, my face busied itself with her neckline and firm cleavage.

After several minutes, Saya moved to slip my pants off. Her face was slightly shadowed in the lamp light, a seductive purr in her voice as she bared my erection to the open air. Lightly, she kissed the head and then lowered down to begin one of her fantastic blowjobs. Even if we weren't able to fully make love, she could still very much please me.

This time, she kept things simple and to the point. There was no teasing, only a rapid stroking designed to make me come quickly. I did just that, only lasting a few minutes before releasing all my tension, and a healthy load, directly down her throat. She sucked down every drop, pausing only to show me the pool of my jizz she had collected before swallowing in one gulp.

With a teasing giggle, she kissed me. And then we cuddled on the bed, resting for a few minutes. We got up then, Saya disappearing into the bathroom to take a separate shower while I returned to the couch and started channel surfing for a romantic comedy or something. After she was done and came out in a demure pajama set, I went in to clean the day's grime away as well.

When I came out, bare-chested and comfortable in some lounge pants, we cuddled together on the couch, Saya snuggling into the crook of my arm and entangling her legs with mine. She gave me a few short pecks before briefly zoning out in front of the television, lost in random thought. I picked up the remote and started looking again for a pleasant movie to pass our evening.

Once done with her momentary thinking, Saya turned to me and asked a very relevant question. "Do you think of me as your girlfriend?"

I turned off the TV and focused my attention on her. "Yes," I responded honestly. "Maybe even more someday." I smiled at the happy thoughts of a future.

"I do also think of you as my boyfriend."

I was very happy that we'd gotten that out of the way, and I looked forward to referring to her as my girlfriend in public. But before I could say anything else, Saya apologized once again. "I am sorry that I will not be able to make love to you for the next several days."

"Oh, that's quite alright."

"I would be happy to give you blowjobs every day." Her tone was very matter-of- fact.

I laughed at that. I appreciated the sentiment, however weird it sounded for her to come out and say that. "Thank you, Saya. But you don't have to."

"Yes, I do. I want to. You see, I understand that a man has his needs. And if we are in the relationship, it is my duty to fulfill those needs."

"Saya, in America, we don't do things only out of duty. We do those things because we WANT to. I don't want you giving me a blowjob just because you feel obligated."

"What I know is that I want to make you happy. And I feel ashamed that right now I cannot do that as well as you may desire." She was quite sincere in her sentiment. I was starting to wonder how very wide the cultural gap was between us.

"I'll manage for the next week or so. And you don't HAVE to give me a blowjob every day."

"But I will. Or, if that is not enough, perhaps you could call Lauren, and she could satisfy your sexual intercourse needs."

"WHAT?" I was shocked at what she'd just suggested.

"Lauren. I understand that you had a sexual relationship in the past? And that you are still on good terms? Perhaps if she is willing also, you could relieve your sexual tension with her. I want to know you are satisfied."

"Uh, maybe. But how could you stand me being with another woman? Wouldn't that concern you?"

Saya looked at me very intently, "Am I your girlfriend?"

"Yes." I put as much conviction into my voice as I could, hoping she could understand that I was dedicated to her.

"Then I would have no problems. It's just sex. I'm not from America. I don't have your puritan taboos against sex. It is there for pleasure, to be enjoyed, not feared. As long as I am first in your affection, and as long as Lauren does not belong to another man, then there should be no problems. There will be times when I can't completely satisfy you. She, or another woman, could. It is as simple as that."

I mulled that over for a bit. Rather than responding, I hugged Saya to me tightly, and kissed her forehead. After a few minutes, I changed the subject and then we spent the rest of the evening chatting about more mundane subjects.

At least I finally got to know her favorite color.

***

I was peacefully asleep when a loud bang woke me up. Still groggy, I looked at the unfamiliar wall and was seized by the momentary panic of not knowing where I was. Then I noticed Saya's sleeping body spooned against my chest, and remembered that this was her place.

Absently, I let my hand rub down her side, over her hip, and down her leg before lowering my head to the pillow again and rubbing my nose against her back. But then another bang hit, somewhat closer to us.

After a moment of consideration, I realized that the door to the other bedroom must have just shut, and Saya's roommate had returned home. At ease in this knowledge, I checked the clock and then started to go back to sleep. It was just after 2am.

I had almost fallen unconscious when a new sound caught my attention. There was a slight squeaking noise, very faint, but soon followed by a rather more rhythmic squeaking noise. I knew that sound, but could not place it.

A minute later, however, came a new sound that had me fully awake and fully aware of what was going on. A deep moan, definitely female, wafted through the wall, followed shortly by a male grunt. The noises got louder and then I felt all my senses come alive while listening to the sounds of sex drifting into my ears.

My dick was already hard from some very pleasant dreams, but now the erection was filling with sensitive nerves and I was absently grinding my hips forward into Saya's asscheeks before me.

My senses were alive, but my brain wasn't fully operational yet. So I just kept slowly dry-humping Saya while listening to her roommate get thoroughly drilled. Then a repetitive knocking started up as the sound of a headboard slapping the wall kicked in.

Saya moved, just slightly but noticeably, and immediately I stopped my motions. I could not see her face to see if she was awake or not, but when her butt scooted backwards to trap my banana-bent cock in the cleft between her cheeks, I started to surmise that she was listening as well.

I found myself rock hard, and started in on a slow shifting motion to get extra friction on myself, still moving on instinct more than intent, my rod still trapped in my shorts and on the wrong side of her pajama bottoms. But this problem was soon rectified.

Saya's hand came around, and deftly she reached inside of my shorts to wrap her fingers around my hardness. Leveraging her wrist, she tried to tug my shorts out of the way until I finally caught on and lowered my shorts down to my knees, giving her free access.

She pumped me only a few times, then moved to drag her own pajamas out of the way, and lowered only the back half of her panties just below her crotch to reveal her asscheeks completely naked to my hips. Reaching behind my own naked ass, she pulled me to her until my cock was sandwiched between her ass cheeks, and then she was clenching and unclenching while I dry fucked between her butt- cleavage.




Life After Love Ch. 02



The low moans and grunts still carried through the wall, an auditory stimulation that had the full attention of both of us. My mind pictured the tangle of flesh that had to be only a few feet away from us.

Together, and still without words, we humped each other quietly in the night, listening intently to the fucking going on through the wall. My hands caressed underneath Saya's shirt, rubbing at firm tits and sliding down her naked thighs.

The headboard banging picked up in speed, and then suddenly a male cry shattered the air, loudly carrying through the thin apartment wall. The banging hit five more times in rapid succession before disappearing all together, followed by the much quieter tones of giggling and moaning.

Saya suddenly moved then, slipping off the bed and rummaging through her desk drawers, obviously looking for something in particular in the very dim night. There were no lights on, and the blinds were closed on the windows. I could barely make out her form in the shadows. Finding what she was looking for, she made some awkward movements for a few moments, then returned to the bed.

She spooned herself in before me once again, but this time, her hand reached out to find my erection, and she held it still and pointed directly at her. Not yet understanding, I just let her move me as she desired. Then she backed up her body, and suddenly I felt the head of my cock pressing almost painfully into a very tight hole.

Once in place, Saya reached her hands back and started pulling herself back against me. My surprise disappeared quickly, and then I took her hips in my hands and with some effort, my dick began to spear into Saya's tight asshole.

She must have lubed herself, because the passage was slippery, but the feelings were sensational. Still lying on our sides, we were fucking very slowly, the pressure around my shaft intense.

We had been going for a few minutes, careful to be very quiet and mindful of exactly how thin the walls were. But then the moaning and the squeaking picked up again on the other side of the wall. And when the headboard banging began, Saya decided to throw slow caution to the wind.

She slipped off of me and got to all fours. I took my cue and knelt behind her, the difference in our height giving me the perfect angle to sink my rod back into Saya's ass. With my hands on her hips, I began to seriously pile drive myself up her backside, causing a low whimper to flutter from Saya's mouth.

My hands would shift down to her swaying breasts, tweaking at the nipples and using them as handholds occasionally to ram myself even harder and split my girlfriend's ass wide open. It was fortunate that Saya's bed was built on wooden rails, not a box spring, and that it was flat against the wall so that the headboard would not impact the wall. Despite our new aggressive fucking, there was very little noise (coming from us, at least).

The intense pleasure was so extreme that I had no control over myself. Saya could not have even been approaching an orgasm of any kind while I reamed her out, until the ecstasy built up in me so much that I couldn't hold it back any longer, and I was spewing my cream deep into Saya's nether regions and grunting only very quietly.

I thrust only a few more times until I deposited all I had to give into her body, and then the exhaustion of interrupted sleep was quickly overtaking me. Saya found some sanitary wipes and cleaned me up. Then she got a robe and slipped into the bathroom to clean herself up, her butt cheeks clenched tight so that not a drop was spilt.

When she returned to me, she gave me a tender kiss, and then we were spooning together again. That encounter had been for my pleasure only, a gift from this sweet girl. I realized then that I was actually falling in love.

***

After a sweet weekend, getting to know each other emotionally as much as physically, the work week came again. Damn, I hated Mondays.

Very quickly, we both focused on our respective jobs, and once again I found myself interacting with Saya as a coworker, not as a girlfriend. Once, on Monday afternoon, I made a move to steal a brief kiss from her in a quiet corner of the office when I believed no one was looking. She backed away from me very quickly, her eyes wide with momentary fear.

Her reaction shocked me. I didn't realize Saya was even capable of reacting that way when I moved to kiss her. I knew that my reactions would be completely automatic, filled with affection no matter who was looking. But that just showed that I still barely knew her.

Her face took on a stern look. "Please understand. We are at work. This is not a place of romance. We have a duty to our jobs."

"But I miss you already."

I saw the briefest of smiles cross Saya's face before she returned to her professional demeanor. "But your actions may embarrass me." She turned and scanned the hallway to ensure that we were alone. "In private, I am all yours. But in public, we have an image to protect. It is very important for me to save face. Please, at work I am only the President's assistant."

On one level I felt hurt. It almost sounded like she was ashamed of dating me. But then my brain kicked in and I remembered the different culture she grew up with. There were some things Saya was comfortable with that I considered strange, most importantly her views regarding Lauren. But then there were some things, like the public displays of affection, she was very uncomfortable with. I just nodded my head. And then Saya walked away.

Almost to prove her point, for the rest of the work week, Saya virtually ignored me. She was professional to an extreme, and we had little contact beyond the casual hello when passing in the office, or the brief memos she passed to me as instructions from my superiors.

She had one comment to me that stopped me dead in my tracks. "I like you very much. But I have my life outside of you. And you need to have a life outside of me. We are not married. I am your girlfriend. Someday we may not be together. And it will not be healthy for you to become obsessed with me."

On some level, others seemed to notice the cold wall that came down between us. At the end of the previous week, Tiffany had been acting a little odd towards me, as if she knew I had a special relationship with Saya. But now, perhaps believing I'd struck out, Tiffany had amped up the charm and was flirting with me once again.

Even after work, Saya made plans without me or flat out turned me down on my dinner invitations. I spent every night alone with my TV, miserable once again. The only thing that kept me going was a letter Saya passed me Tuesday afternoon just before going home. In it she said we should only be co-workers during the workweek. But on weekends she was my girlfriend. And she promised that the weekends would more than make up for it. The letter finished by saying: You can handle being without me. You are stronger than you think."

She was right. I handled it. And to make up for the time away, on Friday night with her period complete, Saya was a hellcat in the sack. I came three times that night, finally passing out from pleasure overload after ejaculating all over Saya's naked body.

Saturday afternoon, she had another surprise for me. We went out to a casual restaurant for lunch, a place I had not been before. Saya told me she'd been recommended the place by a friend. When we walked, the corner of my eye caught a waving hand and I turned to see a familiar face.

Lauren was smiling at us, half hidden behind her oversized sunglasses. With her urban chic attire and scarf Lauren was in full Holly Golightly mode, the flirty, flighty model type. Saya immediately went over to her and I followed automatically, if a bit confused. They said their greetings and exchanged warm hugs. A little belatedly, I greeted Lauren and then we sat down to join her table. It was at that moment I realized that in the last six months, I had not spent time with anyone outside the office but Saya or Lauren. On some level, Lauren was my only regular friend, and I didn't even know her as well as I could have.

The three of us chatted, ordered, and chatted some more. Saya actually took charge and started dropping little risqué comments, eliciting a rather obvious blush into my cheeks. Lauren, never shy, responded in kind, and after a minute, the two were actually comparing and commenting on what sex with me had been like.

We were still in a public place, and so the language was kept clean and always a little subtle. But the topic would be obvious to anyone seriously listening, and I found myself scanning the room to make sure no one was eavesdropping on our particular conversation.

The girls had a big laugh over it, and then thankfully switched to new topics that did not involve my penis. I barely touched my food, but did have two martinis that loosened me up and soon I had amiably joined in the conversation. 

It turned out that Lauren was still single and very dedicated to staying single. She had her fun from time to time, but was dead set against being trapped into another relationship. Somewhat to my surprise, Saya expressed a somewhat similar mindset. She was very happy with me, and would be very giving and loyal to me. However, her long-term future was still undecided and she had no plans to truly settle down anytime soon.

I kept turning that over in my head. In a weird way, Saya had managed to express her commitment level to me without actually talking directly to me about it. Did she love me? Would she ever fall in love with me? Was she holding something back from me?

I shook the overly contemplative thoughts from my head, and tuned in to the lighter, casual conversation. By the time lunch was finished, the girls seemed to be good friends, and we made plans to meet up again for lunch the next Saturday.

The next several weeks continued in the same fashion, and Saya and I fell into a comfortable rhythm. I knew now not to pressure her, and took the edge off of some of my overly ambitious dreams for our future. We were absolute professionals at work, and I got used to restraining my affections for her while burying myself into the tasks at hand. I had my life. And Saya had hers. 

The only downside was that Saya was quickly making new friends in America, and becoming very sociable with her roommate. Meanwhile I was a hermit, spending 12 hours a day at work and the other 12 locked into my condo. I knew she wanted me to live my life beyond her, but I didn't know how. I'd been in dedicated relationships since college, and was ill-equipped for going out and finding male friends. So I usually spent the main four weeknights alone. Really, the closest I came to getting laid during the work week was ogling Tiffany's gorgeous tits.

But every weekend I let loose the whole week's worth of built-up tension, and my enjoyment of the weekends was higher than ever before in my life. In the daytime, we shopped, saw the sights, and kept up regular lunches with Lauren. But the wondrous nights were spent embracing our passion. Sex was there for our pleasure, and Saya had almost no inhibitions while in private. We had sex on every surface of my condo, and over every part of our bodies. My life was five days of hell. But the two days of heaven more than made up for it. And I was starting to get used to being a boyfriend, not a husband. It was a good thing Saya was patient enough for me to learn that.

***

We were quickly approaching a new weekend, but this time my five days of work had a tinge of melancholy to them. The new monthly cycle was complete, and this weekend Saya and I would not be able to be as intimate as I would like. To be sure, Saya still gave amazing blowjobs and had "other" ways of getting me off. But I never felt so close to her as when we were wrapped up tightly together, pressed chest to chest in the slow familiarity of making love.

It was late on Friday at work when Saya asked to borrow the key to my condo. Momentarily, my heart jumped at the concept of Saya moving in with me, but I knew that was just a dream at this stage in our relationship. I had to ask "Why?"

"It is a surprise." Saya had her beguiling smile.

So I gave her my key, and then she left the office a half an hour early. I hurriedly finished up the rest of my work. It was still the weekend, my time with my lover. And I was eager for that time to begin as soon as possible.

I got so anxious I ended up leaving the office early as well. But I knew Saya wanted to prepare something special for me, and I owed it to her to arrive home on time exactly, so as not to ruin her plans.

Finally, I came up to my front door. It felt weird not having the key, but I tested the handle and found it unlocked. As I entered in, I saw nothing out of the ordinary in the living room, so I called out "Saya?"

A muffled gasp of surprise came from my bedroom, followed quickly by Saya's sweet voice. "In here!"

I set my laptop down, kicking off my shoes and undoing my jacket. I was in the midst of rolling up my sleeves as I entered into my bedroom and then stopped dead in my tracks in utter shock.

Saya was reclining on my bed, a very good sign for me. She was fully dressed, an obvious reminder that there was to be no access to her heavenly gate for the next several days. A sigh of contentedness rippled its way through my throat seeing her beauty before my gaze.

But that sigh got choked in my throat while my eyes bugged out. Saya was not alone in my bed. There was a fully naked female flat on her back, blindfolded and with her wrists tied to the headboard. With her arms pulled back, her large breasts were thrust upwards, firm and set high on her chest, slightly falling back to the sides and towards her chin to prove they were both real and fabulous. Her neatly trimmed pussy was already glistening with moisture, her mouth open and gasping slightly. The blindfolded girl's haircut ultimately is what confirmed my suspicions: Saya had a bound and sexually aroused Lauren in my bed.

She had already gotten me to live our relationship on her timetable, and keep my affection in check when we were in public. Now Saya was forcing me to fully recognize her values when it came to sex.

I managed to close my gaping mouth, and started in towards the bed. Saya recognized my return to action after that surprise, and in a slow grace, she lowered her head down, extending a long tongue to wrap itself around one of Lauren's engorged nipples. Meanwhile, one hand drifted down and began to flutter between Lauren's thighs.

Lauren gasped anew at this stimulation, whimpering in arousal as my girlfriend caressed her. My mind was racing even as the blood drained from my head and into lower parts of my anatomy. And when Saya moved her head to sink her tongue into Lauren's throat, I found that I was diamond-hard in record time.

I couldn't get undressed fast enough. I wrenched my belt open and my pants hit the floor. The tie flew off, but only after I'd managed to choke myself briefly. The dress shirt proved not to be worth it, and with plastic buttons flying off to the floor the shirt came open, my undershirt coming soon after that. 

Finally, I was fully naked and I immediately went to Saya, my hands caressing her hips and her sides as I gently turned her so that I could kiss her. She kissed me back with a loving passion, more as a tender girlfriend than as a fucktoy. But then she pulled away. "Tonight is for your pleasure. Please, touch her, and remember how it was before me."

I leaned down then, the back of my hand going to Lauren's face to stroke her gently. She leaned into my touch, blinding seeking me out, and Lauren called out my name in a breathless moan. I remembered briefly what it was like to be with this woman. It was almost a distant memory, familiar but not fully known. But when I leaned down to kiss her, the pleasure and the remembrance came back to me. Instinctively, my lips remembered. My hands moved to touch those round globes, caressing the sensitive curves underneath.

When we broke for air, Lauren whispered, "I missed you."

"Really?"

She smiled, "Yeah, really." And then we were kissing passionately once again.

While I was sparring with Lauren's tongue, she suddenly bucked into my body and moaned loudly. I glanced down to see that Saya had moved herself between Lauren's legs, and her tongue was preparing the way for me. Together, Saya and I stroked and licked and suckled Lauren into a screaming orgasm, a powerful one full of hip shaking and back arching, until Saya finally got up with her face shining from female juices.

My dick was more than ready, and so I moved down across the bed. I cupped Lauren's asscheeks in my hands, getting a firm grip as I positioned my hips in just the right position. She was trembling in anticipation, quaking so much I had to focus to aim correctly. But once the head squeezed its way past Lauren's outer lips, she went completely still and just soaked in the sensation of my penetration.

"Aw, fuck I missed your cock!"

I grinned at her dirty language and guttural tone, so different from Saya's sweet voice and formalized English. Most often, the only times Saya could swear at me were in Japanese. In the meantime, Saya removed herself from the bed, sitting in a chair nearby to watch. Clearly, this event was solely for mine and Lauren's pleasure, although Saya did seem excited by the view.

Slowly, I began thrusting into Lauren's pliant body, my face against her bosom, my hands in a death grip on her hips and butt. She raised her legs up into the air and wrapped them around my shoulders, elevating us until my feet were flat on the bed, my hips only resting on hers with my own butt in the air as I drilled down into her at a deep angle. Lauren looked so helpless, curled into a ball beneath me, hands bound behind her head, thick blindfold covering the upper half of her face. I fucked her roughly, and I ended up spurred on even harder when Saya moved her hands between my legs to squeeze at my balls.

Lauren was panting and moaning at me. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" It was a litany half-familiar. So I did my best. Soon I was rewarded when her hips started spasming amidst my pumping and the climax spread through the rest of her body.

And then Saya was in my ear, whispering "Fill her up. Fill her with your sperm so I can suck it out of her." And then she was rubbing at my balls, squeezing ever so gently.

That did it, and with a roar of pleasure from me I was pouring out my juices, filling Lauren's still twitching pussy up to the brim.

I was gasping for breath when I drew my half-hard pecker from Lauren's limp body, and Saya immediately moved in to take up a noisy slurping. Little white globs were already spilling out onto Saya's lips.

Blindly, Lauren twisted her body and called to me. I moved up to her, kissing her again while she wriggled my arms. I decided that she'd been tied up long enough, so I removed the blindfold, revealing her big blue eyes shining up at me. I got her wrists untied from the simple handkerchiefs, and then she was reaching out and pulling my hips toward her face. Lauren rolled a bit onto her side, and with one hand pulling on my ass and the other reaching out to my crotch, she slurped my dick into her mouth, magical tongue immediately going to work at reviving me.

Saya brought Lauren to one more orgasm, mixing an extra helping of honey into the cocktail before she finished draining all the fluids in Lauren's box. Then she moved up and got Lauren's attention, turning her around so that they could kiss and swap our mingled cum between their open mouths. 

Lauren kept both hands jacking my newfound erection, but her attention was all on Saya as they continued to French kiss, long after all the spunk was swallowed and gone. Eventually, Saya moved herself back to the chair.




Life After Love Ch. 02



Lauren crawled to all fours, leaving her ass waving in the air, and I did not want the opportunity to go to waste. My new erection led the way as I knelt on the bed, my hips just behind Lauren's hips. Then with a new grip, I nudged my way forwards to spear myself into Lauren's tight tunnel.

We set into a luxurious fucking motion, slowly but firmly. My hips would drive forward against the incredible friction of Lauren's inner muscles and propelling her just a bit forward. One hand dropped around to Lauren's big tits, rubbing at her nipples in pleasurable friction and caressing the curves. My other hand plunged down to our joining, finding her love button and teasing it with my every thrust.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, like that!" Lauren cried out to me. I could tell she was getting close, and so moving my hands onto her hips, I started pounding her with everything I had, my hips audibly slapping against her ass with every thrust.

I brought Lauren to a back arching, moaning orgasm, her wailing filling the room with the sounds of sex that sent my mind into pleasure orbit, and her inner muscles spasmed wonderfully about my shaft.

Finally, Lauren slipped off of me and turned around, reaching up to tug on my shaft and tease my balls until I erupted, spurting jet after jet of jizz into her face and across her chest.

I collapsed to the bed, thoroughly drained. Saya, her eyes glittering as she looked at me, merely dove upon Lauren's naked and sweaty body, cleaning my spunk off of Lauren using nothing but her tongue.

I had a wonderful life.

***

Lauren stayed with Saya and me for the whole weekend. We didn't spend the whole time locked up in my condo. We ate out, watched some movies, went shopping, and even went to a dance club. I had quite the ego boost seeing all the other guys drooling over the two babes on my arms. Lauren was teasing guys left and right, and Saya joined in on some fun flirting as well. But in the end, I was the guy they went home with.

Lauren said I was a guaranteed cock and she didn't have to worry about me falling in love with her or anything. Also a plus, she didn't have to worry about whether or not I'd still be there in the morning. "I've got abandonment issues, remember?" she told me with a playful grin.

And for Saya, Lauren was just an expression of her affection for me. Dare I say it? Maybe even an expression of love. I mean, my girlfriend gave me a gorgeous woman and a hot threesome. That takes some serious devotion in this culture. 

It was just sex. Something to be enjoyed, and then it was done. I did not care for Saya any less, and her feelings for me did not change either. Saya was right. I hated it when she was right.

***

The next several months were more of the same. The relationship between Saya and me kept growing. It definitely slowed down from its rapid ascent the way all relationships do, but there was always the upward trend of getting to know each other. I found out that Saya was big on coffee and tea, but did not have much taste for sweet things. She enjoyed rich, or salty flavors. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the occasional cup of coffee. But more often, I went for smoothies or frappuccinos, loaded with sugars. She liked chocolate. I liked gummy bears.

One night, after a particularly intense cumload into Saya's mouth, she savored the taste with a happy "mmm... salty, remember?"

Lauren still joined us from time to time. She called Saya's period her "regularly scheduled monthly banging" with me. And she would even join in on any random weekend in between, leading to several hot threesomes. Lauren was a free spirit, flitting like a butterfly from thing to thing, never getting tied down and never focusing on anything or anyone for too long. Her life made me realize how happy Saya made me. How happy I felt having someone to focus on and depend on.

The one thing I never had with Saya was someone to come home to during the work week. Your average Tuesday night was for me to catch up on sleep, work on my own hobbies, or hang out with guy friends. But sometimes I really wanted someone to talk to. At those times Saya was perpetually unavailable. She made plans with her friends, went out with her roommate, or was otherwise occupied. Then, we were only co-workers. She dedicated her weekends to me. The least I could do was let her have her own life the other four nights of the week.

It still felt very lonely.

In that regard, Lauren proved a lifesaver. Her flighty lifestyle meant that she never had plans she couldn't change, and she always went out of her way to make time for me. We'd get coffee and just sit around chatting about nothing. We'd hang out in her hot tub and philosophize about our place in the universe. I'd even bitch about work while she just teased me about it being my own damn fault for having a job in the first place.

At least once a week I'd end up spending an evening with Lauren. We never had scheduled plans, it was always arranged by a phone call twenty minutes before we met up somewhere. She never tried to seduce me; I didn't want to sneak anything behind Saya's back even though Saya probably wouldn't mind. Instead, we would just chat and hang out for a few hours. In many ways, Lauren knew me better than Saya, and I regarded her as my best friend.

One night, we were soaking in Lauren's hot tub, looking at the stars. I admit to ogling her buoyant breasts, bobbing in the water while barely hidden by her bikini top. Eventually, Lauren and I got into a debate about what we should do with the rest of our lives. Lauren wanted to enjoy every moment, never get tied down, and die young.

But I knew her better than that. "Okay, that's the standard bullshit Lauren answer. What do you really want to do?"

Her eyes softened and she really looked at me, the teasing smile gone as she seriously thought about it. "I don't know, I guess. Sometimes I wonder if I have a future."

She looked so sad in that moment I slid around and wrapped my arm around her while she laid her head on my shoulder. "Of course you have a future. Someday, you'll find someone you can trust, someone who can reassure you they would never abandon you." We sat there comfortably for a few minutes, just basking in the warmth while Lauren sighed and collected herself.

Finally, Lauren spoke up. "Maybe I'll just get a dog."

I smirked at that. And then she started peppering me with questions about my plans for the future. I started sharing some of my dreams, idly talking about what daily life would be like. As one would expect, Saya figured prominently in those dreams. Lauren was happy to see me thinking of the future again instead of being depressed about my past.

Still, Lauren had a warning for me. "Just be careful. Saya is a wonderful girl and she really likes you. But remember what I told you before. Think Boyfriend, not Husband. I don't think she's looking to settle down or anything. And I don't want you to get hurt." She kissed me, and I saw real concern in her eyes. 

I thanked Lauren, but I believed she was a little biased. After all, Lauren was the queen of avoiding commitment. And the next day, when I looked at Saya, all I could see was my angel and how happy she made me.

***

At last I felt truly content. It had been just a year and a half since my divorce, but the time I'd spent away from my ex-wife, and more importantly the time I spent with Saya had washed my soul clean, and I could begin again. Now I had my life with my new love.

I had tried to breach the subject a number of times, but Saya was always non- committal about our future. She always wanted to live in the 'now'; to enjoy today because it would never come again. Worrying about tomorrow would do no good today. "Trust me, I am right."

Saya was always right. Somehow, she was always right. I enjoyed the results very much, as she was even more passionate in bed than she was reserved in public. I could clearly see she was not ready to consider the long-term future, but it was still a goal I hoped for so very much. I wanted to think Husband.

I adored Saya. At first I was planning an elaborate 1-year anniversary for the two of us. I'd even already scheduled the vacation time for it. But even before our anniversary, I realized I had my chance to show her how very much I cared about her even sooner. Her birthday was coming up very shortly. I made grandios plans for the weekend, a mini-holiday. I booked a romantic suite at a posh hotel built right onto the cliffs overlooking the bay. It would be very brief, but it would be the closest thing to a vacation together as I could make it.

The only problem was that her birthday was on a Thursday. So Wednesday night, I went out shopping. Possibly the only bright side to never seeing Saya during the work week was that I could easily sneak out to shop without arousing any suspicions.

So I picked up the huge, oversized plush doggie from the Toy Store (she'd already expressed a desire for one) and a little heart shaped pillow to go with it. There were also the requisite dozen long stem roses, and a variety of balloons. The money was not an issue (there had to be SOME reward for my overworked existence). And for a more personal touch, I wrote her a poem from the bottom of my heart.

Everything went into my car and on Thursday, I took advantage of my managerial status and told my staff I was going out on an errand. I drove straight to Saya's apartment complex. Once there, I paused before going into the leasing office to gather myself and turn on the charm. Just like any other presentation.

I met a cute blonde inside who I'd never seen before. She must have been new to the complex. After responding well to my casual banter, I asked if I could get access to one of the apartments. Automatically, she told me this was impossible. But then I explained my situation, my girlfriend's birthday and everything, and she finally acquiesced, provided a maintenance staff member was allowed to go with me to make sure I wasn't out to steal anything.

So she asked for an apartment number and a name, which I gave. But then a frown creased her face. "I'm sorry, my records don't have anyone by that name in this unit."

"Excuse me?"

"I have only one tenant in this unit." She gave me the name, which I recognized as Saya's roommate.

"But Saya has been living there for almost a year."

"Well, uh, hold on a moment." She clicked on a few more buttons and then relief crossed her face. "Oh, ok. Yes, she lives there. But she's moving out in two weeks. Since we got her 30-day notice and her share of the rent is paid up, someone must have already taken her off the roster."

My mind was whirling. "She's moving out in two weeks?"

"I'm guessing that she didn't tell you." Immediately her tone became a little concerned, as if she was about to revoke her earlier permission to enter the apartment.

"No, it's really no big deal. I'll find out the details later. In the meantime, can I still go prepare my surprise?"

She hesitated a moment. Then, thankfully, she said, "Sure."

The leasing agent followed me as well, and when she saw the photos of Saya and me all over Saya's room, she relaxed noticeably. That and she seemed really delighted by all the stuff I was trucking into the room and decorating with. I laid everything out very quickly, thanked her, and left.

***

Friday morning, Saya snuck me into an empty conference room and gave me a huge kiss that left me breathless. She didn't say a word beyond that, but just looked at me with delight, her liquid eyes sparkling, then slipped away to return to the professional world. I'd been slightly paranoid when she didn't call me on Thursday night. But then, she never called me on a weekday anyways. And this kiss did a lot to set my mind at ease.

I didn't get a chance to ask her about the apartment. But I figured that it could wait. The note I'd left with the poem had warned her not to make plans for the weekend, and I was looking forward to that very much.

***

Friday night went beautifully. I wished her a Happy Belated Birthday, and dinner was smooth. We checked into the hotel, and immediately drew a big bubble bath in the jacuzzi. After a luxurious soak, we found ourselves naked in bed and slowly made love before falling asleep early. It was a peaceful evening as we were lulled by the crackle of the fireplace and the soft crashing of waves against the cliffs just outside.

I was so entranced by Saya, all I could think about the whole night was how much I loved being with her. Then, waking up in the middle of the night, the apartment question resurfaced into my mind. If it was a big deal, why was she moving? If it wasn't a big deal, why hadn't she told me? If she hadn't told me this, what else had she been hiding from me? I toyed with the idea of waking her to find out, but decided ultimately to let her sleep. This was a birthday celebration weekend after all. Not a time for peppering her with questions.

We both slept in until late in the morning. A tough work week had tired the both of us out and a solid twelve hours of nap time went a long way to restoring our health. With much regret, I put off a morning between-the-sheets romp claiming that I was hungry, and that I had a surprise for her later. 

We went down to the café for breakfast, sitting on the patio, enjoying the sun, and watching the waves. My cell phone buzzed with a text message and I excused myself for a moment, heading back towards the lobby. When I returned, Saya asked about it and I waved the message off as something to do with work. But I had to fight to keep my grin from surfacing. Everything was going according to plan.

It was only when we were walking back to our suite that I told Saya I had a surprise for her. So I covered Saya's eyes, led her directly into the bedroom, and then with a flourish removed my hands.

Saya blinked a few times while she looked over the bedroom, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. I let her be puzzled for a brief moment before sliding in just behind her and with my arms wrapped around her hips, turning her back around to face the doorway.

Lauren was clad in a sheer blouse and short skirt, leaning against the door with an impish grin on her face, staring at Saya heavily. Her bright blue eyes were laser intense on Saya as she visibly undressed her in her mind.

I leaned down to whisper at Saya's ear. "Today is all about your pleasure." Then I moved to nibble at her neck and caress her hips.

Saya turned her head to catch my attention for a moment, her own grin in place. "Don't pretend like you're not going to enjoy this, too."

My eyes gave me away, guilty as charged.

Then Lauren started to unbutton her blouse, baring inch by inch the round curves of her bosom. As if to mirror, I held Saya's hands for a moment then stood behind her and began to undress her as well, fumbling with the catch briefly, not quite used to female clothing.

In a moment, both girls were down to their underwear, and Lauren moved closer to lean down and taste Saya's lips. I backed away at this moment as the two gorgeous women began to kiss softly, tenderly. Saya reached up and undid the front clasp to Lauren's bra, pulling the cups away to stare at the large, round orbs before her. Then Lauren shifted her shoulders and the garment slid off her arms to the floor.

Staring at Saya's tits with her own hunger, Lauren reached behind Saya to open the bra, then pulled it off to reveal Saya's perfectly shaped breasts as well. And then Lauren was kissing Saya with more urgency, propelling her backwards until Saya fell back onto the King-sized bed. The plush duvet was shoved to the side and as Lauren buried her head between Saya's breasts, her hands tugged Saya's panties away and then in a moment, two fingers had entered Saya's wet tunnel.

I got myself mostly undressed then sat back into an armchair with a good view. The two lithe women squirmed and kissed and fondled, tongues wagging in the air to tease each other. In just a few short minutes, Lauren's expert fingering and caressing brought Saya to her first orgasm of the day. It was definitely not to be the last. The plan was to keep at Saya until she literally passed out from pleasure overload.

While Saya momentarily tried to recover, Lauren then took the opportunity to shed her own thong panties, leaving both girls fully nude. Then she spun around into a hot sixty-nine, lowering her own steaming pussy to within reach of Saya's open mouth and nimble fingers. They continued that way for a time, building and building each other towards new plateaus of ecstasy.

I was going nuts, my dick painfully hard and constrained in my pants while watching, but I was waiting for the prearranged signal.

Finally the signal arrived, when Lauren flipped the two girls over so that Saya was on top, resting on her knees with her ass hanging invitingly at the edge of the bed. I got up and shed my pants, my erection pointing the way.

Saya was pointed in the opposite direction and could not see my approach. Lauren, on her back, her head almost off the bed could see me coming and doubled her attention onto Saya's clit. Then, at just the right moment, she reached out to my dick, aimed carefully, and just when Saya was pushing into a new orgasm, tugged me forward so that I could spear Saya's pussy in one thrust.

My sudden penetration triggered Saya's orgasm, and she was screaming out so loud the seagulls fluttered away in a panic outside our patio. But Lauren and I weren't about to let up on her. Saya was suddenly unable to act as Lauren was pawing at her tits and licking at her clit while I was immediately pounding her pussy with piston like precision.

Lauren finally spilled into a climax of her own, and Saya turned her face to me to show the glistening fluids on her face. But then Lauren went right back to getting Saya off. We kept up this frenetic pace for another minute until Saya crested over again in record time, spilling a load of her honey into Lauren's face.

Once achieving this goal, Lauren had to take a break and lay her head back against the mattress, resting her neck and watching my shaft disappear and reappear from Saya's spread nether lips. Only occasionally did she reach up to tweak or squeeze a pleasure point on Saya's body.

I slowed down as well, recovering energy while moving more to carve out the corners of Saya's inner womb. Saya for her part, got more firmly onto her knees while my hands moved to lift her up, so that we could more freely bang each other over Lauren's pretty head. Saya also decided on a little payback as I felt her pussy muscles start to contract around me, squeezing me with the agility of her hands to draw out my own climax. 

After a few minutes, my hips sped up their pace and with Saya internally squeezing me, I hit my edge and then was shooting all my spunk into her accepting body.

I pulled out and staggered back, and then Saya dropped her hips back down to Lauren's mouth, who was idly nibbling and slurping at the blended drink in Saya's snatch. When she was done, Lauren moved around, pressing Saya's head against the mattress as she leaned over her and fed our mixed orgasmic fluids in a veritable waterfall down into Saya's open mouth. The two swapped cum and kissed for a few minutes, Lauren's bright blue eyes staring into Saya's deep, liquid irises. Then Lauren lay back to recover her breath.

Saya turned her head around to look at me. "Are you two already tired? I thought you were here to wear me out?!"

The tease was more than enough to get my blood up. "I've got more right here," I told her. I moved around the bed, laying before Saya so that she could suck my deflating pecker into her mouth and start bringing me back to life. Her hands and lips danced upon me until my erection was revived, and with a pop she pulled me out of her mouth, trailing a bit of saliva.




Life After Love Ch. 02



"We will see who gives up first," she told me. Now it was a challenge.

The three of us rearranged on the bed, Saya lay flat on her back, her ass at the edge of the bed. I stepped between her legs, and aimed my erection back into her waiting folds. Lauren sat up vertically on her knees, facing me, lowering her snatch to Saya's face while her hands planted onto Saya's breasts.

Our trio fucked without self-interest. Pride was on the line. I was doing my best with fingers and one large appendage to get Saya to orgasm as powerfully as possible. Lauren was caressing every tender nerve she could reach. And Saya was squeezing her inner muscles and munching on Lauren's rug as best she could.

In the end, we were all equally successful. Two on one proved to be too much as Saya climaxed first, her fourth of the day. But Saya worked us both over.

"Like that..." Lauren moaned, unable to help herself. "Like that!... Oh!"

Saya's agile tongue got Lauren to orgasm into her face again, and I realized now that she was going to make me cum, no matter how hard I fought it.

I pulled out in a desperate attempt to hold back the floodgates, but I was a moment too late as my juice came pouring out, the first jet splattering against Lauren's curvaceous chest. Momentarily defeated, I still grabbed my dick in hand to make the best of the situation. Pumping, squeezing, and aiming, jet after jet of juice cascaded out to splash across Saya's abdomen. Little globs of cum settled into pearly beads on her tits and abs, pooling in between her breasts.

I felt beat. I was exhausted and Saya was still conscious, barely. But Lauren moved into action. She was suddenly atop Saya, licking up every drop of my juice and caressing the bare skin beneath with renewed energy. Soon she found herself lying between Saya's legs, her tongue, lips, and fingers going to work on Saya's overused pussy.

She was so good that Saya lost herself and started babbling in barely-coherent Japanese. I caught a few words that seemed to be crying out for mercy and for Lauren to stop. But I didn't feel it necessary to translate that to Lauren.

More quickly than I thought possible, she drove Saya up the proverbial wall into a moaning orgasm and just kept going. Saya's entire body was trembling as Lauren pushed her higher and higher into ecstasy.

For a while Saya kept making her squeaking "Ai!" noises, but as bliss in her mind took over, the whimpering became a droning constant. Now Saya couldn't even form Japanese words, just mumbling whispers of pleasure. After the next orgasm, Saya weakly tried to push Lauren's head away. But I finally moved in and pinned her arms back behind her head, leaving her spread out and helpless before us, her tits pointed to the air and quivering with every reaction to Lauren's munching.

Lauren signaled me, and I realized that I had gotten hard again, so I moved myself around on the bed. At the critical moment, Lauren finally got up, and I got to my knees before Saya. I lifted her legs up and over my shoulders, her tight ass in the palms of my hands, and while Saya's pussy was still juicing out of control, I thrust my way inside. 

Immediately I was hammering Saya's light body, her tits gyrating with each slam and her body already limp from fatigue. With Lauren's hands still fondling and my dick plunging deeply into her, Saya finally climaxed one more time, her whimpers dying out gracefully, and then her eyes just rolled back in her head as she passed out.

Our mission accomplished, my body chugged to a stop. Gently, I pulled my erection out of Saya's body and lay her gently back down. Her chest fell heavily for a minute as she fought to catch up on oxygen, but eventually she relaxed into peaceful sleep.

Lauren and I both just smiled at her, then at each other, a happy contentment in giving Saya so much pleasure. Then Lauren's gaze glanced down to my pecker still waving in the air, purple bruised from so much abuse.

She lay back against the pillows and beckoned me to her. She hadn't gotten any cock, and she deserved a reward for her accomplishments. Tired, but my dick still ready and able, I moved over to her, and slowly buried myself in her. Lauren and I made love leisurely, barely moving the mattress.

"That went well," she told me, even as we kept rocking against each other.

"It was your plan," I reminded her. "Thank you."

Lauren smiled at me. "For you, anytime." And then she sighed happily as I continued to pump into her slowly.

Lauren was very quiet, just making little whimpers and soft moans with every hip thrust. Her blue eyes were deep as the ocean, and I gazed down at my friend and looked at her happy face until finally the dam burst and my semen gushed out into her, matched by a flow from her own little climax.

I kissed Lauren thanks for all her help, then she left the bed to get cleaned up. I joined her in the bathroom and cleaned myself up as well. Then we shared a quick peck, and Lauren left to go home.

It was still only the afternoon, but I shed my bathrobe, then curled in behind Saya under the covers. She murmured happily as I spooned in around her naked body, and the two of us drifted off to a well-deserved rest.

***

NEXT PART 3



Life After Love Ch. 03



PART 3: Happily Ever After?

***

So far Saya's birthday weekend was running perfectly. Saya had adored the decorations to her room Thursday. Friday was relaxing and peaceful. Saturday with Lauren was a joyous pleasure-fest. I only hoped we could continue the momentum.

Saturday's dinner was heavenly, and after a soak in the jacuzzi, we let our loins rest and just went to sleep. I dreamed nothing but sweet dreams, and Saya was in every one of them.

When we awoke, breakfast was room service on our balcony. We were naked under our bathrobes, casually chatting with our orange juice and croissants. It was during this peaceful moment when I saw real worry on Saya's face for the first time. Not just a momentary anger or shame, but serious worry.

I turned and took her hands in mine. "What's wrong?"

"There is something you must know." She paused then. I just waited patiently, Saya was always direct and when she wanted to say something she always came out and said it.

She looked at me, tears in her eyes. "I must leave you soon."

My mind immediately flashed back to the apartment complex and the two week move out date. But the hope in me shoved that thought away. "Uh, you have plans for this afternoon?"

Saya smiled, a bittersweet smile I will never forget. "No. I must truly leave you. I am going back to Japan."

"In two weeks," I blurted.

She looked at me oddly. "Yes, how did you know?"

I explained what happened with the apartment complex. And then I asked the question that ultimately doomed me. "When will you be back?"

"I don't know. It is possible that I will not come back."

Her answer hit me like a ton of bricks. Wait, when she means leaving, she really means LEAVING. That simple thought shattered me, and immediately I felt the pain of a dagger through my heart. "I... I don't understand. Why?"

"I was here on a one-year work visa. That is all I was allowed. That one year is almost over. I knew this when I came."

"You knew? How come you never told me?"

"Because if you knew, you would have been thinking about it every day for six months. I have told you before, you always worry about tomorrow. And it does not let you enjoy today."

My mind was whirling, my eyes twitching back and forth as I tried to comprehend. This was impossible. I couldn't lose her. But the signs were always there. The warnings that I needed to have my own life outside of her. How she redirected the conversation every time I asked about our future. She had known all along that ours was to be a short-lived affair.

"I chose to wait until today to tell you. To let you be happy during the time we had. Also, it would be unfair to surprise you on the very last day. So this was the compromise between letting you enjoy each day and still give time for you to adjust."

"But, what about us? How can you leave?"

Saya reached her hand out to my face, wiping away the tears, smiling bravely. "I would be nice if I could stay. But my visa expires, and that is that. I enjoyed my time here, my time with you. But this is not my country."

I suddenly seized her hands in mine. A reckless thought came to mind. The morning sun was beautiful, the cliffs and the ocean and the waves. But she was more beautiful than them all. "Saya, marry me! Please, will you marry me?"

Surprised, she pulled back and I lost my grip on her hands. She blinked several times, the shock evident on her face.

I knew my eyes were a little crazed. "Please, then you can stay! You wouldn't need a visa!"

I saw her eyes flickering, her mind racing as fast as mine for a moment. Finally, she decided, then leaned in to kiss me fiercely; it was a kiss so strong and so hard that my teeth hurt. When she pulled back, there were tears in her eyes as well. But her tone was anything but comforting.

"You are sweet, and kind. But we have talked about this before. I am not ready to settle down and be married. I am young, and there are many other things I want to experience. I am sorry, but my answer is 'no'."

She got up then, and went to the doorway. She turned back to look at me and my crushed body. "It is not our karma. Perhaps I was here to help you realize that you CAN find love again. That there are other ways of being happy after your ex-wife. But I was only here for precious moments, to lift you up again. Now there must be someone else for your future."

***

The work week was the usual miserableness of treating Saya like a professional co-worker. Oddly enough, that practice of being emotionally detached from her served me well. I realized then that I would still be alive; I could handle being apart from her without it ruining my life.

I still missed her, and she was right. Even if I did not spiral down into suicidal depression, I still could not enjoy each day knowing she would be leaving soon. Six months of doing this would have killed me.

The five work days gave me time to think apart from her, to let my analytical brain earn its keep in the war with my heart. She was my girlfriend, not my wife. We had never talked about our future, of kids or homes or anything like that. She had kept me grounded in the moment, enjoying each day and getting the most happiness from my life. It hurt to think of losing her, but she had reminded me to live again.

For our last weekend together, she made sure that we went out and about, keeping ourselves busy. We went dancing and hiking. We had picnics and visited all the tourist spots she had missed. She said goodbye to Lauren, and made Lauren promise to keep an eye on me. "I'm leaving you in good hands. She loves you more than you realize," Saya told me. "A woman's intuition."

I filed that away, not really listening. I was too consumed by my grief over losing Saya. We never were apart for more than a few minutes that weekend. When we weren't out and about, we holed up in my condo and made love every chance we got, as if it was the last time we would ever be that intimate again.

Monday and Tuesday were the hardest days of my life. Knowing that I had such little time left, but locked into the professional routine, was driving me mad. I had to tough it out. I took Wednesday off from work so I could take Saya to the airport. I waited in the security line with her, and just before she went through, we kissed for the last time. I poured my heart into that kiss, filling it with everything I had. She kissed me back firmly, but pulled away far too soon.

"Sayonara." It had such a ring of finality to it.

And then Saya was gone.

I stood there in the terminal, just soaking in the emotions flooding through me. I willed myself not to leave until I was sure I could move on.

I had lost my wife, and then I tried to turn Saya into a new wife. It was all I knew, but it was the wrong choice. She had been patient. She had been kind. And she had been very giving to me. I truly loved her, and maybe she even loved me. But I had nothing else to offer her. Money, affection, and clinginess were not enough to make her settle down with me. A thousand other men could offer the same. She was young and wanted to experience the world; to see new things. All I wanted to do was force her to settle and take that away. 

Saya wasn't the one for me. I had a concept of what I wanted in life: Home, car, financial security, wife and 2.5 kids, golf club membership. I had everything but the family, and my "wife" was a cardboard cutout with a big hole where the face belonged. And I had tried to just paste Saya's face into that hole, to wedge her into a set role in my life. But people don't work that way.

I waited, and thought, and waited some more. I waited until my brain physically hurt from the overuse, until deep down I knew that Saya was truly gone, and I was alone. I must have stood in that spot for over an hour, long enough to see that her flight had taken off. Finally, I accepted it.

I turned and strode from the terminal with a purpose. There was more to life than my 'perfect concept'. My life after this love would begin again.

***

Thursday I was back in the office, running on autopilot. Everyday existence was boring and mundane. I had been totally dependent upon the one light in my life, and Saya was gone. My car, my home, all the rest brought me no relief.

I had to start over. But this time there would be no mourning period. I would find my own hobbies and ambitions. I would take control of my life, and emerge stronger than ever before! At least, that was the plan.

Thursday night I found myself miserable, and alone. I was sitting in my recliner, watching Cinemax on the plasma TV. One day gone, knowing Saya was a million miles away, and I was stuck in my rut already.

Friday night I was doing the same thing until Lauren saved me. She showed up at my door at 10pm, wearing a thick overcoat to ward out the cold. Her dark hair was nicely done in an up-do, with dangling earrings as if she was going out on the town.

"Somehow I knew you'd been at home pouting," she remarked as I let her in. Then her blue eyes flashed. "So, I figured I'd come and cheer you up a bit."

With that, the overcoat hit the floor, revealing that she was clad only in revealing red lingerie and high heels. Her boobs had seemingly only gotten bigger, pushed up in the most advanced technology horny guys could design in a bra. Her ass was perfect in the thong. She evaluated me coolly as I gawked at her gorgeous body. "Just so we're clear: you can't fall in love with me."

"No problem," I answered, my eyes locked into a spot about a foot below her eyes. We fell into a comfortable embrace, and I let the pleasure carry me far away from all my troubles.

When we were both finished, I lifted my head off of her naked bosom and looked into Lauren's eyes. She blinked once, then reached a hand up to stroke my cheek.

I leaned down and kissed her gently. "Thank you, for everything."

She smiled. "You don't have to thank me. It was my pleasure."

"Uh, my pleasure too."

She giggled. Her face was softer than I ever remembered, and for a brief moment I saw through her carefree exterior to a vulnerable girl who just wanted to be loved. She whispered to me, "For you, anytime."

***

Saturday morning Lauren swept out of there so fast I almost forgot she had been there. But she also commented on a trophy I had in the corner. I'd been a decent golfer a few years ago, just amateur stuff. But it at least gave me the idea to get up and leave my condo. So I set up a tee time, went out, and shot a horrible round. That's what happens when you get rusty I told myself.

But at least I'd left my condo and gotten some fresh air. And for a few brief hours, I forgot about Saya.

Of course, the instant I got home and looked at my couch, memories of kissing Saya there came rushing back to me.

I spent the rest of Saturday night crying. Really, the whole night crying. Hours and hours of crying. I hadn't cried like this since I'd found out my wife cheated on me. But it was a cathartic evening.

***

Sunday I started looking for a new dream. Something to build my life around. I toyed with the idea of quitting my job and starting a new company. Maybe I'd become a hermit and try to invent the latest wonder gizmo. Should I get into politics? (Uh, no.) Take up activism? (Double no.) Become a professional golfer? Join the Peace Corps.? Just start running across the country like Forrest Gump?

Okay, I was insane. Saya's leaving had driven me insane.

***

Monday I marched into the office with reckless confidence. I shook up my routine, shifted some responsibilities around my staff, and I never looked back. I knew I was smart and capable, and I stopped second-guessing myself. I was assertive in every meeting, and surprisingly never quite stuck my foot in my mouth.

My boss slapped me on the back and was very pleased with an idea I'd stormed into. "You're doing well," he told me. I thanked him, then strutted off in a whirlwind to bark out some other orders and get things done.

Tiffany stopped by my office with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. I looked up, pausing for only a few moments on the exposed cleavage in her low cut top before welcoming her in.

"You've been so busy this morning, I noticed you never got your usual coffee."

Startled, I reached my hand out. "Uh, thank you."

"Cream, two sugars, right?"

She was two for two on the surprise list. "Right. Thank you."

"No problem." Tiffany smiled, then turned to the door. She paused long enough to let my gaze drop to a perfectly heart-shaped ass, and then she was out the door.

How long had Tiffany been noticing me? For a long time I would imagine. How long had I been trying not to notice her? From the day she arrived. She was beautiful and had huge tits, but I was already married. Tiffany was the young, pretty girl that almost every company has. The sunny personality, the perfect hair, the bright eyes with long eyelashes. The aerobics-toned body, the slightly sluttish attire, the one girl everyone wants to bang and everyone knows it. That was Tiffany.

I did my best to put her flirting out of my mind. I wasn't very successful.

***

Tuesday morning (very early morning, more like middle of the night), I thrust once, twice, three more times and then my balls were squeezing and my pecker spurting its load into the receptive chasm. Almost immediately, I was asleep.

When I awoke, the sun was just barely over the horizon. The light coming through the window was just enough for me to see Tiffany's sweet face, still asleep on the pillow next to me.

Damn, I'm such a stupid cad.

I tried to remember what had happened last night. But my only dim memory, beyond all the alcohol clouding, was that of passing out on top of Tiffany's huge tits: round, perfectly soft but firm melons of joy to pillow on. 

I didn't know what to say to her, but she gave me a morning blowjob and then it was off to work. She flirted with me more than usual Tuesday, but it was such a common occurrence I don't think anyone paid any special attention.

Back in my office, I wasn't worried about Tiffany. I got drunk and I'd used her; nothing more than that. In the end I was thinking how strange it was: I couldn't remember the last time I'd gotten laid on a Monday night.

***

Wednesday I was my usual hard-charging self. I had been a workaholic when I first graduated, and I knew how to do it once again. Around 9pm I went home. I lay in bed imagining Saya was on the pillow next to me.

Thursday was the same. I cried again for a few hours, rubbing the pillow where Saya used to rest her head.

Friday afternoon Tiffany finally came to talk to me in my office. I had barely spoken to her since we slept together. She wanted to go out that evening, and I couldn't find the right way of saying "You were a one-night stand rebound lay", so I ended up agreeing to go out with her.

We did dinner, and I found out a lot about her while she went off in her usual chatterbox way. But the whole 'date' was just a prelude until we went back to my place and fucked like rabbits for the whole evening. Tiffany had a gorgeous body; obviously she worked out vigorously to maintain it. She had shaved her pussy completely bare, and it felt velvety soft on the outside. Inside her pussy, she was even softer, and her inner muscles proved that Tiffany was definitely an expert lover.

Some time after that, I took great pleasure in fucking her up the ass, my hands on her huge tits the whole time. That night, I managed to forget about Saya.

***

Saturday morning I looked in the mirror and realized I didn't recognize myself. Where was the sweet, sensitive guy who was in love with Saya? Only a week and half without her, and I found myself an emotionally vacant jerk. 

This wasn't being strong and moving on. This was shutting myself in. Not that I knew what to do about it. The only positive thing I could think of was that I wasn't getting clingy with Tiffany, at least.

I went golfing again. My score was improving...

Perhaps I still could have my 'perfect concept'. Just paste Tiffany's face into that hole in my life where the 'wife' role belongs. She would be the hot babe trophy wife, just like a hundred other young executives I was acquainted with. Use her for sex and for producing offspring, treat her like an object, give her a credit card and she would be satisfied. Deep down, I believed Tiffany would jump at the chance, and be truly happy for it.

Maybe this was the best I could hope for in my life after true love. I could be married again, and my whole life would be 'ideal' again. But for some reason, thinking about all that did not bring me peace. I couldn't sleep that night.

***

Sunday afternoon Lauren called me for a booty call. This time, she had brought another guy, and we tag teamed her all over her mansion. I'd fuck her while she blew the other guy, and vice versa. We even double penetrated her lying on a shag carpet in front of the fireplace.

We blew our cum into every orifice and all over her body. Lauren was in ecstasy.

I don't even remember the other guy's name. He left shortly after. Once he was gone, I complained, "What? Am I not man enough for you anymore?"

She laughed at me. "Didn't want you to start thinking I was only yours."

Lauren and I ended up soaking in her hot tub, naked but not really noticing it. I truly enjoyed how comfortable we felt around each other. She was right, by now we were old friends (without the 'old' part). She was a special girl, and I knew I could have fallen in love with her so easily; really I would have fallen for her long before Saya ever entered the picture, but her reminders to stay emotionally detached kept me grounded.

The hot water mixed with a few drinks soon had us light-headed and feeling mellow. Lauren had her head back, lazily rocking it side to side and started humming some pop tune. The melody was familiar, but I couldn't place it. Then, Lauren really started to talk to me.

"Is this all there is to life?" Her voice was dead serious, the tone she had when we put the flirting and teasing aside, and we were just ordinary people who needed a good friend to talk to.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, it's just this song I was thinking of."

"What song?"

She did a fair impression of the singer. "There's gotta be more to liiiiife... than chasing down every temporary high, to satisfy me..." I realized it was exactly the way Lauren had been living her life since her boyfriend left.

"Cute song. What do you think?"

"That's what I was asking YOU."

"I'm as lost as you are."

We both stewed on that for a while. Then Lauren stopped and really looked at me, regarding me in the close friend light compared to the superficial fuck- buddies light. "Are we in a rut?"

I was a little confused. "How can we be in a rut? There is no 'we'."

"No. You seem to be in a rut. I feel like I'm in a rut. So are we, separately, in ruts?"

"Yes, we're rutting. Only we're not rutting right now." I leered at her. We'd finished fucking not twenty minutes earlier, but Lauren was still a hot babe. And the deep conversation was going somewhere I didn't want to admit to myself.

She reached over and smacked me upside the head. "I'm being serious. I feel like I've spent a lifetime doing absolutely nothing, spinning my wheels. My life is going nowhere."

"Okay, so you're in a rut." My mild annoyance at her constant reminders not to fall in love with her popped into my head. "Abandonment issues, remember? How long are you going to hide behind those? How long will it be before you let yourself get attached to anything? To anyone? Or even get a job! Yeah, you're in a rut."

"Hey, you too!" Lauren's voice wasn't hurt, just indignant. "Saya, while a sweet girl, only ever wanted to be your girlfriend, to enjoy your time together while you had it. I warned you at least twice! But you had to go out and get attached. So now where are you? Any better off than you were when I first met you?"




Life After Love Ch. 03



I stopped to think about it. "I think so. I don't feel as bad. After the divorce, I was an emotional wreck. Now, I'm an emotional void. Neutral is better than negative, isn't it?"

"I guess. I'm pretty used to feeling neutral myself. Maybe we just need a change of scenery. You know, pack up and leave this world behind. Start fresh."

"Easier said than done. What would you do without your mansion in the hills? The family security blanket? What would I do without my condo, and my plasma TV? Wouldn't it be easier to just find my trophy wife and settle down?"

"Perhaps. But then maybe we'd move on with our lives and be better off for it."

I tried to picture a world outside of my comfortable life. It was a little too much to give up. "Maybe, maybe, maybe. Everything is just 'maybe' and wishful thinking until we go out and do something about it."

"Let's get out of here. I mean really get out of here. Go to Europe. Go to Fiji. Just get out of the city and our hangouts and our lives."

"I can't just get up and leave. I've got a job."

"So take a vacation. I'm bored of my life. I need something new to focus on. And Saya made me promise to look after you. So you'll be my hobby. At least for now. Don't want you to get attached to me."

I just smiled at her. "You mean: YOU don't want to get attached to ME."

The look on her face proved I had it nailed. "True." She smiled sheepishly.

It wasn't that I wasn't good enough for her. She just didn't want to risk getting dependent on anyone out of her own fear. I felt good about that realization. 

I let my mind go away then. I sank myself into the hot tub, letting the warm water come all the way up to my neck and jaw line until just my face was above the surface. "A vacation sounds really good."

***

The vacation was a fantastic idea. Lauren and me, taking off for two weeks for some R&R, and maybe a little playtime. Time away from all the special places with Saya and the memories that went along with them. But just as 'friends' Lauren reminded me.

It would be the first real vacation I'd taken in years, and my boss happily granted it. He'd been trying to get his young, workaholic manager to take a vacation for years, too.

The idea of getting away from it all was a very relaxing thought, melting stress away from me. I got the first good night's sleep I could remember.

The rest of the week flew by smoothly, but then on Thursday I realized that my recent indiscretions had caught up with me. Tiffany had found out from the HR department that I had taken some vacation time, and she wanted to know where the hell I was going without her.

Thinking fast, I played it off as a surprise that she wasn't supposed to have found out about. I mean, of course I was going to be taking her with me. And of course everything was my treat. She kissed me happily, as if she was finally landing the rich husband of her dreams, and she went to go fill out her own vacation request form.

***

Just when I felt like I had a plan to move on, and a person I could count on to help in Lauren, I was tied down by my rebound girl and my stupid mouth. Thinking with my dick for the past few weeks since Saya had left hadn't helped me out either.

That same night I went to Lauren's place and explained, "I've got a problem."

I explained the Tiffany situation to her. She remembered the name because Saya had mentioned her as the gold digger of the office. I explained about how we were sort of dating at this point. Lauren huffed at me, "You're so easy to seduce when you're drunk, do you know that?"

I just blushed in embarrassment. Along the way, Lauren peppered me with her "woman-relevant" questions. Had I bought her any gifts? Ever refer to her as a girlfriend? How many times had we had sex? How many times had we had dinners alone together?

When she realized we'd only screwed twice so far, and there had been no relationship conversations, Lauren decided that it wasn't a big deal. "Just break it off with her. Don't return her calls. She'll get the message after a bit. And then we're gone on vacation."

But then I explained how Tiffany had found out about my vacation time, and I'd sort of invited her along.

"Sort-of?"

"Well, I did invite her."

"Ah, stupid idiot!"

The blushing in my cheeks didn't go away. Lauren started pacing, obviously thinking very hard and very quickly, so I just stood there like the stupid idiot I was and waited for her to magically make the situation go away. "Well, I've been looking forward to this. So I'm still going with you. And if she still wants in after knowing that, then that's her deal." 

Lauren finally stopped and looked at me. "Okay, so here's how we find out where she stands. And if she's not happy, she can walk away on her own. Problem solved."

And Lauren explained everything to me.

***

Friday, I found Tiffany in an isolated hallway.

"Hey, I just wanted to tell you now that I can't go out tonight. I've got, uh, other plans." I was in full Joe Cool mode, the confident, masculine presence I projected whenever I was flirting.

Tiffany just crossed the file folder she was carrying over her chest, removing the wondrous sight from view. "Oh," was all she said, a little frown tugging at her mouth as she looked at the floor and pouted very cutely.

"But, hey, I'll still be at home. If you want, you can come by and, uh, join in." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a spare key to my condo. "Here, if you can make it, just let yourself in. Say, around nine?"

And so leaving her with that mystery, I turned and headed back to the bustle of the office. I had a lot of things to take care of before leaving in another week.

***

Lauren's body was a perfect wonderland of sensuality. My lips and fingers roved across her curves, tickling the bumps of her ribcage that protruded when she arched her back and pressed her sex against my fingertips. We kissed ravenously, Lauren's passion overwhelming any nervousness I felt about the situation.

After bringing her to one small orgasm, Lauren lay back on my bed, her bangs brushed to one side over her forehead, her blue eyes starkly standing out from her face as she looked at me. She grabbed her legs just under the knees and spread herself before me, beckoning me into place so that I could fuck her.

I speared my way inside, and then we were fucking slowly, my ass muscles clenching as I drove my way in and tried to stuff even more of my meat into Lauren's heavenly tunnel.

She was gasping with delight, and then suddenly she stopped and lowered her legs to the bed, her hand touching my shoulder as Lauren looked past me to the open doorway of my bedroom. I watched Lauren bite her lip sexily, and then she breathed out in obvious arousal. "Wow, she's even hotter than I thought."

Still with my dick embedded, I turned my head to see Tiffany looking at us. She didn't look surprised, just curious. Lauren had told me to specifically use the phrases 'other plans' and 'join in'. She had said any social girl like Tiffany would figure it out. I called out to Tiffany, "Hey, you're here. Does that mean you're still interested?"

As if to prove my point, Lauren squeezed her inner muscles and wrapped her legs around my lower back, swiveling her hips against me while keeping her focus purely on Tiffany. She smiled, her eyes afire as she obviously was undressing Tiffany in her mind.

Tiffany cocked her head, a harder look in her eyes. Her hair was piled up, her makeup perfect. Her dress was sheer, perfectly calculated to show off her figure. I had to agree with Lauren's assessment, she was pretty hot. Without another word, she slipped the straps of her dress, then let the sheer material slink down to puddle on the floor. Clad only in her lingerie and heels, her tits pressed together and up to form incredible cleavage, Tiffany approached the bed.

Lauren pushed me away, and I dismounted her to move on the bed next to her and watch Tiffany's approach. Tiffany climbed on, lying directly atop Lauren's naked body, lowering her head to capture Lauren's mouth with her own. Both of their tongues extended outwards, sparring briefly before sucking into Lauren's mouth in the single most erotic kiss I'd ever witnessed. In the midst of this hot kiss, Tiffany opened her eyes to look at me. I just watched the two of them making out with fascination and heat.

While they continued to kiss, Lauren reached around and opened Tiffany's bra clasp, pulling the hindering garment off and flinging it away. Then she ducked her head, pressing her face into Tiffany's cleavage, kissing and sucking all the while. Lauren seemed as fascinated by Tiffany's wondrous tits as I had been. The two girls wrestled with each other on the bed while I lay back, my dick waving in the air. Hands and lips massaged, caressing as only a woman knew how, and the moans emanating from their bodies was possibly the rawest, sexiest sound I'd ever heard.

Eventually, Lauren just broke the straps to Tiffany's thong and flung it away, leaving my sexy co-worker naked save for her garters, stockings, and heels that were strapped around her ankles. Lauren then moved Tiffany flat on her back, and lay down between the other girl's legs, burying her face in Tiffany's crotch while flinging the silky, long legs over her shoulders, sending the heels waving into the air. 

Meanwhile, Tiffany pulled me over to her where I straddled her chest. My erection, still wet from Lauren's pussy juices, fit snugly into the valley between her huge tits. She wrapped her bee-stung lips around the crown, and sucked me even as she pressed her titflesh around me amidst my short thrusts.

I couldn't decide what I wanted to watch more: my dick between Tiffany's gorgeous breasts, the nipples hard and erect; or Tiffany's face, stuffed full of my meat, her eyes squinting every now and again as Lauren's expert tongue sent ripples of pleasure through her body.

For a few moments, I put my effort into screwing Tiffany's tits while she urged me on. "Come on baby. Squirt all over me. Fuck my tits... yeah..." I groaned hearing her voice, and put new effort into my thrusting.

Lauren was not idle either. Eager to show off her skills, she ate out Tiffany's pussy like she was on a mission, sending lightning bolts of pleasure up and down Tiffany's spine.

Finally, Tiffany threw her head back and moaned loudly as she climaxed, her whole body trembling as the ripples of ecstasy crashed through her. I was already on the edge of cumming when that vibration carried through her tits, and then I was grunting and my gun started shooting in its holster of female flesh. The first few shots burst against Tiffany's face and even went into her open mouth. Then the rest sort of oozed out of me and started smearing against her tits.

When I finished blasting between Tiffany's breasts and all over her face, I toppled off and lay back against the bed. Lauren immediately moved up, rubbing her face in Tiffany's cum smeared bosom and extending her tongue into Tiffany's mouth to swap spit and semen.

The two girls continued rubbing and kissing each other, putting on quite the show for me until my penis re-energized itself for another round. Tiffany took charge and then she had Lauren on her back while Tiffany began to eat her out, returning the previous oral favor. I took my place behind Tiffany, tempted by her anal star but plugging forward into her wet pussy.

The three of us rocked back and forth on the bed, fucking hard and fucking fast. I made sure to last until both girls cried out their orgasms, and then finally I let loose and filled Tiffany's box full of my cream, until it started oozing out around our joining.

Finished, I sat back to watch them move into a sixty-nine, Lauren noisily slurping liquids out from Tiffany's pussy. Tiffany's eyes kept flashing to me, watching and measuring my reactions. Then I really knew. Lauren and I had thrown down the gauntlet, and Tiffany had accepted the challenge. So she had some competition for me. That was ok. I could see in her eyes that Tiffany was the kind of girl who knew exactly what she wanted, and she was fully determined to win.

***

We flew first class to Maui. Tiffany had the window seat and I was right next to her. Lauren was just across the aisle next to me. Tiffany was mildly awed, she'd never flown first class before, and was enjoying the extra comfort and attention. She already had two glasses of wine as well, and was giggling like an excited schoolgirl.

Lauren, by contrast, was cool and casual. This trip seemed just like any other ordinary day for her. She sipped her martini, read her fashion magazine, and only occasionally slipped a sly glance in my direction. She exuded a worldly maturity while Tiffany seemed the vivacious teenager.

Tiffany was as flirty and attentive as ever, completely enamored with me. Despite my protestations, she even tried to give me a hand job underneath my blanket before I got her to calm down.

She was even bubblier once we got there. I had to admit, her enthusiasm was contagious, and even Lauren was looking at the beauty of the islands through Tiffany's eyes as if for the first time.

We got our rental car, I was driving and Lauren in the front passenger seat. With Tiffany in the back gasping in amazement at everything, I felt oddly like Lauren and I were the elder parents and Tiffany the active teenager. A very, very hot teenager with big tits and a smokin' bod. It occurred to me that she would not resist if I wanted to spread her across the bed, flat on her face, and fuck her from behind once we got to our hotel.

Tiffany did nothing to dissuade this notion once we got there, wrapping her body around mine even as she teased the bellboys and valets. Thinking with my dick, I showered some extra attention on Tiffany as we went in. Lauren noticed, and not to be left out, she slid to my other side until I was sashaying into the lobby with two gorgeous women on my arms. Heads were turning left and right to watch and my ego tripled that afternoon.

We strolled past the flamingos and lush landscaping. Tiffany was hyper-excited as she kept pointing to get us to look at one nifty sight or another. Her nipples were poking through the thin shirt she wore, and she took every opportunity to rub herself against me. She even blew a kiss to a maintenance man we passed. Eventually we got to our luxurious ocean front cabana, but by the time we got behind closed doors Tiffany had been panting and horny for a few minutes. Lauren waved us into the bedroom while she went to take a shower and clean away the travel grime. So we did just what I had imagined. Tiffany ended up face down on the duvet, fully clothed. I just flipped her skirt up and palmed her round ass cheeks. After dragging her thong panties down her legs and over her heels, I stood at the foot of the big bed and began plugging away at her juicing pussy.

Tiffany had one orgasm before redirecting my cock into her ass and getting up onto all fours. I slipped my fingers underneath her blouse and used her heavy breasts as handholds as I ass-fucked her, finally spewing my load up her backdoor. Sated for the moment, we took a shower quickly and then rejoined Lauren to go out for the evening.

***

We went to a luau, sitting on cushions at a low table, native style. The performance was wonderful, and Tiffany was enraptured. All three of us got suitably drunk until the world was fuzzy and our spirits high. The dinner was delicious, full of rich island flavors.

I was dessert. We retired back to the hotel, all of us drunk and horny. Tiffany and Lauren treated me to a dual blowjob, one on each side of my shaft, licking and kissing it. Occasionally they would extend their tongues across me and to each other, which was more pleasurable for me than when they were tonguing my dick.

I was sitting at the edge of the bed while they did this, both girls kneeling on cushions before me. Tiffany was the first to move into action, getting up and straddling me, mounting my rod while facing backwards. I groaned at burying my shaft into her snatch, my hands automatically tracing up her sides and to the sensitive curves underneath her breasts. Her tits were so fabulous I didn't pay enough attention to her ass. But now I could see its wonderful heart shape up close and personal as she rotated around in my lap.

"Fuck yeah, baby. Drill my pussy. Oooh, it's sooo gooood, baby." Tiffany's voice was husky and dripping with sex, an aural aphrodisiac to my senses.

Lauren moved her face to our joining, mostly munching on Tiffany's clit while her hands played with my balls, but every now and again her tongue would lick lower and scoop Tiffany's nectar from my shaft and send that extra bolt of pleasure through me.

"Oh, sugar, you're sooo good at that," Tiffany complimented Lauren before being overcome by panting and whimpering in delight.

I was already close to cumming after the blowjob, and after a few more thrusts Lauren pulled my shaft out and shoved it into her mouth. I let loose and blew my wad into her mouth. She drank down every drop, nothing spilling.

Tiffany flopped down onto the bed beside me while Lauren climbed up, dragging her own large breasts across my chest until she was laid out flat on top of me. She kissed me gently and rubbed her moistened crotch against me. I just realized now that she had shaven completely bare, the first time I had seen that on her. With a little thrill, I knew I definitely wanted to know how different that might feel with Lauren.

In the meantime, Lauren moved herself over to Tiffany, where the two gorgeous babes rolled around, rubbing their tits against each other's chest, grinding their sexes into each other, and frenching like they knew they had an audience. I was hard again in no time. And then Lauren was flat on her back across the bed, Tiffany sitting on her face but facing me, whimpering and moaning and filling the air with her sexual soundtrack. I eased my erection into Lauren, fucking her slowly while leaning my head up to suck at Tiffany's nipples.

With my fingers on her clit, smoothly gliding across Lauren's bare pussy, I fucked her into a good climax. Tiffany came just a few moments later, Lauren noisily drinking down the girlcum. And with Tiffany moaning and screaming like a banshee, rubbing her tits with her hands, I went over the edge and fired both barrels into Lauren's chasm.

With nothing but two weeks of this, and work a half a world away, my vacation was off to a great start.

***

The next week flew by in a blur. We had plenty of time and were taking things slowly, rather lazily. But the time goes by very fast when you're having fun. I hadn't realized how much pent up stress I had in me.

We went out and partied with the locals at various nightclubs. My Japanese even came in handy on more than one occasion. We had private dinners on our lanai, room service brought directly to our patio table. Many a lazy afternoon was spent in various hammocks and beach chairs, dozing in the shade and sipping mai tais. With the gorgeous women by my side, I believed there could be no more perfect heaven.

We snorkeled with the giant turtles. We hiked over lush jungles to pristine waterfalls, and spelunked through lava tube caves. We even got up really early to see the sunrise over the volcano. The magic of the islands filled every moment and sealed them into my memory.

We would lounge by the spectacular swimming pool with its grottoes and waterfalls. The girls looked amazing in their bikinis, and fended off more than a fair share of men after them. We drove around the island, swam in the sacred pools, and did more hiking. At the pools, seeing my two beauties clad in barely-there tops and what only qualifies as butt-floss on the bottom, all amidst the island paradise, was almost a sensory overload in itself. And despite the undercurrent of competition between them, Lauren and Tiffany were becoming very friendly and even better lovers with each other.




Life After Love Ch. 03



Every now and again, one woman or the other would leave on her own trip for a few hours. They would shop, or workout at the fitness center, or just cruise the beach and the pool. It was less for them to sightsee or flirt with other guys. It was more as an agreement they had decided on to spend individual quality time with me. The challenge, to be the main attraction in my eyes, was still there.

Alone or not, Tiffany was just like I expected her to be on the trip. Flirtatious, enthusiastic, and amorous. She displayed a simple wonder at everything around us, an innocence I found very attractive. In the time we had alone, we didn't have deep conversations, but she was a fantastic lover and seemed dedicated to making me happy. What else could a guy want?

However, I found myself confused when it came to Lauren. In our past, she had always been the daring, experimental lover. Much of our previous relationship had been based upon sex. But recently, my conversations with Lauren had turned contemplative. In the quiet moments we had alone, I could feel her opening up to me like never before. Even in our conversations as good friends while I was still with Saya, Lauren always held a little bit back. But now, on this trip, she was telling me personal stories about her family and exposing her trust issues.

Lauren's parents were fabulously rich, but didn't have clue 1 about how to raise children. A revolving door of nannies and housekeepers had raised her. Then came the different boarding schools, some in America, some in Europe. When she graduated from college, they bought her a house, gave her a big trust fund, and sent her away. She only saw her parents for the big holidays.

Lauren's boyfriend, the one who left her just before I entered her life, was the first person she'd ever been able to get seriously close to. They'd been on the marriage track before he suddenly got cold feet and bolted. The few people in her life who were supposed to care had abandoned her to live on her own. The only people she ever trusted had betrayed that trust and hurt her more deeply than anything else. So ever since then, she had kept everyone she met at arms length. I was the closest thing she had to a real friend.

The intimacy of the moment when Lauren admitted everything was the moment I truly fell in love with her. I leaned in and kissed her. I had kissed Lauren many, many times before then, but this was a very different kiss: richer, fuller, less passion and more joy than I had ever imagined. I actually felt time slow down. This was how a kiss felt when both people filled it with all the love in their hearts.

When we finally split apart, there were tears in Lauren's blue eyes, mass confusion as I saw her soul at war with her brain back there. I got the distinct impression that she loved me more than even she realized. 

"Getting attached to me now, aren't you?" I whispered to her. She nodded her head slowly, automatically, still absorbed in the moment of our kiss. But then she was blinking her tears away and backing away from me, and now I could see the fear in her eyes, scared now that she had put herself in a position where I could hurt her as badly as the others.

I wanted to reassure her at that moment, sweep her in my arms, marry her and never let her feel abandoned ever again. But the door suddenly opened and Tiffany came bounding in, carrying several shopping bags.

"I got sooo much stuff! There are a few new bikinis that I'd probably get arrested for if we were back home. Want to see them?"

Lauren immediately got up, comfortably slipping into her cool, ultra-chic demeanor. She went through the outfits and souvenirs with Tiffany, laughing and complimenting her like a good female friend. They then picked out the right bikini together, and went into the bedroom to try it on.

I shook myself out of my reverie, then complained that I'd already seen Tiffany naked anyways, why couldn't she change into the bikini right here? Tiffany just waggled her finger at me and disappeared behind the door.

When the girls came out, both were in teeny-weeny bikinis, looking hot as hell. The matter settled, we all headed out to the beach, turning male heads left and right as we went.

I whistled softly to myself. You stupid idiot. Getting attached to Lauren is exactly what she DIDN'T want. And you had to go and start thinking of a long- term relationship with her. It's the same mistake you made with Saya. Get it outta your head, boy. She told you weren't allowed to fall in love with her.

But was I already in love with Lauren?

***

After romping around the beach, getting sand everywhere and playing our own version of 'strip tag', we headed back to our cabana. Many a male in the vicinity groaned in disappointment; they'd gotten quite a few peeks at my lovely ladies when various tiny bits of cloth got dislodged from their assignments of modesty.

We were hot and horny, but not so hot to keep us away from the big jacuzzi in our living room. We all jumped in, and as the cocktails kept getting poured, the swimwear came off and the conversation got raunchy. We talked about all our sex fantasies, most of which we'd already tried. But a very few we hadn't attempted yet. We kept talking about several of the fantasies, and then Lauren, very aggressively seducing both Tiffany and me the whole time, finally suggested that we take care of a few of the fantasies still untried.

For example, one of Tiffany's was that she'd never been double-penetrated by a guy and a girl before. When Lauren made her suggestion to make those fantasies come true, she climbed naked out of the jacuzzi and disappeared into the bedroom. Then she came back with a strap-on dildo I didn't realize she owned, much less brought with her.

She threw a towel across the couch, put on the strap-on, and then curled a finger to the two of us still in the jacuzzi. Tiffany glanced at me, then with a flaming lust in her eyes, got out and crossed over to Lauren. Lauren held the fake penis upright in her lap, and Tiffany turned around to face me, spreading her legs and lowering herself downward. I watched, mesmerized as the dildo speared into Tiffany's ass. She descended slowly at first, exhaling heavily, and then her asscheeks were down on Lauren's legs and she leaned back, crushing Lauren's big tits against her back.

Lauren reached her hands around and played with Tiffany's boobs, stroking them before lowering her hands to Tiffany's crotch. Tiffany got herself settled, adjusting to the presence in her ass and enjoying the woman's touch upon her, then she beckoned to me, already panting with arousal.

I dried off just a bit, then my hard-on leading me I knelt on a cushion between both girls' spread legs. Then with a slow, deliberate thrust, I pushed my way inside Tiffany's pussy, the odd feeling inside her of the dildo just through a thin inner membrane.

Once I was buried to the hilt, Tiffany kissed me so hard I was sure my lips would be bleeding. But then she just grabbed the back of my head and glared into my eyeballs. "Now, FUCK me!" she ordered.

I did just that, my hips banging against Tiffany's and forcing the dildo even deeper into her ass, then retracting to thrust even harder against her, grunting with my every push.

"FuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckme..." Tiffany chanted softly while I did my best to comply. At the same time, Lauren was bouncing with the springiness of the couch cushion, making short thrusts of her own into Tiffany's other hole.

Lauren leaned against the backrest of the couch to focus on her ass-fucking. I was nibbling on Tiffany's neck while I screwed her, and Lauren was stroking her in every other place. The two of us sandwiched the young vixen and started giving her the reaming of her life.

Not idle herself, Tiffany's back was pressed tightly against Lauren's chest, but was raising her hips up and down along the pole up her butt. She was red hot, her pussy on fire, perhaps just from the full feeling of the double- penetration; perhaps she was even more aroused knowing it was Lauren effectively spearing her backside.

Lauren was mumbling in Tiffany's ear the whole time, stimulating her with breathy phrases to go along with her manual stimulations. "You like that, sweetie? Feelin' good? I've got your ass split in my lap. I want to feel your honey spilling onto my legs. Cum for me."

Tiffany came twice, the second orgasm stronger than the first and triggering my own eruption. At the last moment I pulled out, stroking my shaft, and splattered my jizz all over Tiffany's torso, from her chin down to her abs and everything in between.

"Yes! Yes!" Tiffany cried out as the orgasm overcame her and she was showered in my pleasure juice. I took special delight in watching her breasts bouncing, covered in white trails of my cum.

Tiffany collapsed to the side and onto her back, spread out along the couch cushions, still in the aftershocks of her climax. Lauren just scrambled out from underneath her, and without further ado, climbed atop Tiffany's sweaty body and thrust the strap-on into Tiffany's still spasming pussy.

Drained for the moment, I was hypnotized by the sight of Lauren laid out on top of Tiffany, literally fucking her into another orgasm and smearing my semen between their naked bodies.

The two girls cried out, moaning and gasping, "Aw, fuck!" mixed with "Yes!" and "Like that?"

Propelled by the fake dick, Tiffany exploded into a third climax, and then Lauren was massaging with her hands, rubbing my jizz into Tiffany's and her own skin like a lotion.

Lauren finally dismounted Tiffany, who lay panting for a few minutes, and started to unbuckle the strap-on. "That's actually a good ab workout," she told me. "No wonder you're in such good shape." Her grin was infectious, and soon all three of us were laughing.

When we finally calmed down, Lauren asked me, "What's your fantasy now?"

I thought for a moment, "I've seen you suck my cum out from each other's pussies. But I've never seen a girl suck my cum out of another girl's ass."

Tiffany immediately smiled at me. "You can have my ass anytime you want, baby."

Lauren quickly interrupted. "No, he has to do me. I've got a craving to feel him in me."

Lauren simply moved over to the bed, getting on all fours and spreading her ass cheeks before me. "It's fine, Tiffany. I'm clean."

My eyes locked in on my target, and indeed Lauren's anal area looked pristine white. Mentally, I was already spasming out of control. I stepped up to Lauren, my pecker forward and guiding the way, the bulbous head looking far too huge to fit.

"Hold on a moment," Tiffany interrupted. She repositioned herself underneath Lauren in a sixty-nine, her head poking between Lauren's knees. Then pulling Lauren's hips down, she stretched up with her neck and began to lick Lauren's asshole, rimming her with saliva and even sending her tongue down into that star while her fingers buried themselves in Lauren's juicy pussy. With Tiffany's tongue coming from below, I had a perfect view.

Lauren was moaning in heated arousal while Tiffany ate out her ass. Tiffany even added a finger and then two into Lauren's asshole to stretch her up a bit. Lauren squirmed a bit, clearly unused to the sensation but adjusting quickly. Add to that was Tiffany's hands on Lauren's pussy and clit, and the pleasure was clearly outweighing the discomfort.

Tiffany then pulled her face away, showing a more opened asshole covered in oral lubrication. She kept up her finger assault on Lauren's pussy while she leaned her head back against the mattress and reached out to me. Upside down, she took my shaft into her mouth, half sucking for my pleasure and half coating me with her juices. She even brought her hands over from Lauren's pussy, showing the honey coated there and spread it onto me. For a few brief thrusts, I face-fucked Tiffany's open and upside-down mouth. Once satisfied, Tiffany tugged me by the hips and guided my erection to Lauren's readied backdoor.

With a little pressure, the head popped through and then I was sinking my shaft into Lauren's dry heat. I thrust very slowly, letting her get used to the size as Lauren muttered, "Oh, my god! It's so big!"

Tiffany's face was then in Lauren's pussy, kissing her clit and plunging fingers inside while I pulled back and then pushed my way deeper into Lauren's bowels. She was absolutely the tightest thing I had ever felt in my life, and I knew I could not last very long. The intense mental build up had sapped my endurance and the warm heat quickly overwhelmed me.

Lauren was whimpering constantly, a breathy "oh my god" coming out while I split her wide open. But then she focused on the wet pussy in front of her, and lowered her face to Tiffany's crotch. Soon, Tiffany had to pull back to moan as Lauren hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Tiffany was still stroking Lauren's pussy from inside, and then incredibly, I felt her fingertips massaging my cock, manipulating Lauren's anal walls from the other side. I had to fight not to lose it right then.

When Tiffany finally returned her agile tongue to Lauren's clit, Lauren tripped over into an orgasm, and her inner muscles clamped down like nothing I'd ever felt before. Her sphincter was like a vise, momentarily squeezing me so hard I felt the ecstasy explode in me and a huge orgasm swept through my body. But at the same time, it was so tight my shaft couldn't even expand to let me ejaculate.

So my mind was on fire while Lauren was screaming out her orgasm, and only when hers subsided did her ass relax enough to let my cannon shoot. My cum had built up as if stuck behind a dam, and when the pressure released I was suddenly exploding, and I was cumming harder than I ever had in my life. It all just about came out in one burst, one long unending orgasm for me until my balls had been emptied in a single massive torrent of spunk.

Lauren's upper body collapsed onto Tiffany's lower torso, her arms to weak to hold her up while her knees stayed in place, her ass pointed to the air and holding my sperm inside. Tiffany, grasping Lauren's hips, pulled Lauren's ass down and opened her mouth wide. She made sure that I was watching and then she started squeezing Lauren's ass, and wet gobs of white cum dribbled out of Lauren's asshole. At the same time, orgasmic aftershocks from Lauren squeezed her inner muscles and propelled my juice out even faster. For a moment my semen poured out in a veritable waterfall right into Tiffany's face, where she sucked up most of it while the rest splattered against her face. When the river started to dry up, beads of cum would extend like droplets from a leaky faucet, and then eventually drop down into Tiffany's mouth.

By the time Tiffany craned her neck up, pressed her lips to Lauren's asshole and started sucking, I knew it was a cream pie I'll never forget. By the time Tiffany leaned her sore neck back against the mattress, there was so much jizz on her face and lips it looked like I'd blown my wad in her face.

That night was incredible. And it wasn't even over yet.

"So, Lauren, what's your fantasy?"

***

We only had two more days left in paradise, and we had done absolutely everything there was to do in Maui. Yet despite that accomplishment, we all felt like there were certain things not yet finished.

A group of three is inherently unstable. One leg falters and the whole thing comes crashing down. That instability helps keep things interesting and unpredictable, but in the end someone always gets hurt. I was just waiting for both girls to realize I wasn't worth it and that someone would be me.

So in the last few days, the tension between the ladies had mounted. We never had sex to match the enthusiasm of that last 'fantasy' threesome. More often, the girls would isolate themselves to go on walks and think alone, leaving the other to pair off with me.

When I was with Tiffany, we truly enjoyed each other's company. We made love, and laughed, and made each other very happy. Some of my most blissful moments from the entire vacation came from relaxing peacefully with her. We both understood what Tiffany wanted, and our time alone together was free of significant tension.

When I was with Lauren, I tried to recapture the magic of that timeless kiss. But she had crawled into a shell, hiding the light of her eyes from me and closing herself off emotionally. We still had our fun, but we were fucking, not making love. She was still afraid, and nothing I did could draw her out. Our time alone together was frequently interrupted by frustration with each other. And I agonized over the lost opportunity to get under Lauren's skin emotionally. 

When I drifted my mind back to the real world, I came to my own decision. I asked myself a simple question, really. Could I live the rest of my life without Tiffany in it? Despite all the fun we had, yes. My life would move on pretty smoothly, if empty for a while. I just didn't feel that connection with her.

Could I live the rest of my life without Lauren in it? The answer came immediately along with the heartache that instantly burned inside of me: NO. She knew me better than anyone else. She was a true friend throughout my relationship with Saya. She brought me happiness without expecting anything in return. But more importantly, she was always there for me in the bad times, and made time for me even when she had other plans. Despite her warnings, I had become very attached to Lauren.

Seeing through all the fantastic sex and the fun we all had together, I realized that I was falling in love with Lauren. The amazing connection that had started so long ago was still in full force, the powerful chemistry. It had been hidden behind our initial rebound mentality, and then my romance with Saya. But now it felt like Lauren wouldn't let that chemistry ever truly bloom, and she had practically ordered me not to get too close.

Tiffany was sweet, and hot, and I can't say enough about her fantastic tits. But even though she was friendly and affectionate, we didn't have the kind of soulful connection needed to ever be one person together. I would always be the provider and 'perfect husband', she the gorgeous trophy wife.

I would really be nice to be with Lauren. I had a feeling it would have been something very special, built on a long time of comfort with each other and yes, trust. I'd never let her down before, and I never would. I wasn't that kind of person. Once I was fully committed, I was fully committed. It was both my curse and my redeeming attribute.

But I couldn't have her. Could I? She was always shutting me out. She would never let me be anything more than a good friend to her. To let myself be in love with her and push her for more might destroy our friendship. And I'd already decided I didn't want a life without Lauren in it. I would have to be satisfied with being her friend.

So, it would appear that the 'winner' of the girls' competition was Tiffany. She was open and honest with me. Her joy and energy thrilled me. And she would complete my 'perfect life'.

The next time I was alone with Tiffany, we paused from our usual frantic fucking routine and I stopped to talk, really talk, to her. She told me her hopes and dreams, many of them involving me. I began to realize that maybe she wasn't competing out of a determination to win; she was fighting for me because she was in love.

In the end, I asked her to kiss me like it would be the last time. She was suddenly very afraid, believing I was serious that this might be the last time.

"Just kiss me."

And she swept in, tears already in the corners of her eyes, and she kissed me with more passion and heartfelt longing than I knew her capable of. Remembering how much it hurt when Saya had kissed me for the last time, I ordered myself not to be the first one to pull away.




Life After Love Ch. 03



Tiffany refused to pull away either, and our kiss grew and built into wild zeal and then we slipped out of our clothes and made love like never before. Amidst the passion and the pleasure, I realized how much Tiffany loved me. Maybe it started with an early gold digging infatuation, maybe not. But right now I could feel how much she cared. After pining after my ex-wife, Saya, even Lauren: all women I adored but who didn't completely love me back, Tiffany was amazing to me. Here was lifelong happiness trying to chase ME down. All I had to do was stop and accept it. When a woman loves you this much, how could I refuse?

But is that reason enough?

***

I had some time alone with Lauren, Tiffany had gone to the fitness center to get a non-coital workout. I cornered Lauren, and kissed her gently on the bed. We made out for a brief while, and she was fully cooperative.

Eventually, our clothes came off and we fucked away to our hearts content. But this time, when I came deep into her belly, I simply lay there and let my forehead rest against hers, my eyes closed. I didn't want this feeling to end. No matter how much Tiffany felt for me, I wanted Lauren more than anything. I didn't want my body to separate from hers. I wanted to be inside of Lauren for the rest of my life. But I knew she could stop and push me away in a heartbeat. 

She finally stopped and asked, "What is it?"

I looked at her, surprisingly finding tears in my own eyes. "Why won't you open up to me?"

"I told you why. I can't let myself be hurt again." She tried to look away.

All the emotions and scattered speculations came together in my mind. This was my breaking point. This was the moment when I decided either to accept Lauren's wishes and accept Tiffany's love, or take a risk and admit what my heart desired above all else. "Lauren, I LOVE you."

It was the first time I had ever told her that. Previously, I'd only said it to one woman in my entire life, my ex-wife. Even after all my time and attachment to Saya, I never went so far as to say those words. But now I said them, and I meant it. I loved Lauren. Unfortunately, none of that mattered if she didn't believe or didn't care. Even I could hear the desperation in my own voice. What would it take to make her see?

Lauren refused to look me in the eye. "Get off me." Her voice cracked when she said it. Then she held back a sniffle to prevent the tears tugging at her eyes.

I didn't move.

"I said, get off me!" and she pushed me off of her then went into the bathroom to clean herself up.

I followed her. "Lauren, I would never hurt you, never abandon you. You've seen the person I am, I'm not that kind of person."

She let out a heavy sigh, still facing away from me with her head hung low. "I know. And I don't think you would either. But I told myself I wouldn't ever get trapped again." She pulled a bathrobe over her naked body, her bangs a little messy and hiding half of her face. But her blue eyes glinted at me from behind the veiled curtain. She stared at me for a long time while I searched for the right words, then she huffed and grabbed my lounge pants, tossing them at me while marching back into the bedroom.

Stalling for time, I put them on and then we sat down on the bed. She pulled her bathrobe tighter, hiding her cleavage and staring off into space. When I looked up into her eyes they were more liquid and moist than I had ever seen before. Lauren had never truly cried in front of me.

"If you won't accept me, then why are you here? Tiffany clearly wants me, but I want you. Why were you even challenging her?"

"Because I had my own decisions to make." She rolled her eyes at me. Clearly, there was something I wasn't getting and it annoyed her. "Sometimes you can be so, so MALE! You think this is just about you choosing between me and her? This was for ME. To get away from my life. And for me to decide if I wanted you or not!"

"And?"

"And, and... I made my decision." The waver in Lauren's voice betrayed her. She was trying to convince herself as much as convince me. I'd heard that same waver in my own logic too many times in the past few days. "You should be with Tiffany. She'll make you happier. She doesn't have the emotional baggage. And that way I can't be hurt."

"I don't believe you." I didn't WANT to believe her. For a brief moment, I was suddenly angry with her for jerking me around like this. Clearly she wanted me. Clearly I wanted her. But her insecurities and abandonment issues threatened to be a serious pain in the ass. And on the other hand, Tiffany was waiting for me with love and open arms. 

"If you can't let go of your fear, if you can't let me in, then yes, I should be with Tiffany." I got up, my eyes moist and blazing fire at the same time. I made my choice, but it takes two to be in a relationship. And Lauren just couldn't cross that line. "I would never have hurt you. And I promise I will always be your friend. I love you, Lauren." I turned to walk out the door.

Lauren burst out bawling. The girl who never really let her feelings out was suddenly sobbing in anguish. I stopped and turned around.

"God dammit, I love you, too!" Lauren screamed so loud I was sure she announced it to the whole world. And then she was suddenly shaking violently and crying and she collapsed against the bed. I was suddenly beside her, holding her tightly as she trembled and wailed at the top of her lungs, an explosion of emotion I didn't know was possible.

It seemed like forever that Lauren kept crying and whispering "I love you" to me while staring off into space, half believing that she was saying it even though every word rang true. I nuzzled her with my nose and responded "I love you, too" every time she said it.

"I'll never abandon you," I told her with finality, putting as much confidence and reassurance into it as I could.

She was still staring off into space when she finally asked, "What the FUCK took you so long?!" She got up and glared at me like the whole thing was my fault. "You could have done this months ago!"

"But you said you wanted to be friends. You said that I was not allowed to fall in love with you. So I've been trying to do what you asked."

"God, dammit. You're such a GUY. Don't listen to the WORDS, listen to ME!" Lauren yelled at me as loud as I've ever heard her, almost louder than her profession of love. Her eyes welled up with fresh tears.

I stared at her, dumbfounded. What she had just said made no sense. And I was too emotionally drained to figure it out. Love them or not, I'll never quite understand women.

Lauren got up and started pacing around the room, not seeing anything but just babbling. "I started falling in love with you from the very beginning. Maybe it was because I was on the rebound, but the feelings were still there. But I've already been hurt so many times by the people who were supposed to love me." The tears had started streaking down her cheeks. "I didn't want to put my neck on the line unless I was sure. Abandonment issues, remember?"

I remembered. But I just let her keep talking, to let it all out.

"And then there was Saya. Sweet, sweet girl. But I knew all along that she wasn't going to settle down and marry you. So I stuck around, even joined in just so I could be a part of your life. And then she was gone, and I figured, now it's my chance to see if you might love me. After all our time together, you never once betrayed me or tried to keep me out of your life." She looked at me with sweet relief when she said that last sentence.

I couldn't resist any longer from sweeping her into my arms and holding her to me. She wept for a few moments against my chest, then pushed herself away. I could see in her eyes that her brain was racing and she had to let this all out. "So I suggested taking off, just the two of us, our own little vacation. And then we could fall in love."

I couldn't stop from interjecting, "The whole time telling me I was not allowed to fall in love with you."

She nodded but kept going. "And then there was Tiffany, latched onto you tighter than anything. Most other girls would have left if they caught you in bed with me. She just joined right in. Seriously, Tiffany wants you even more than you wanted Saya."

Tears still in her eyes, Lauren looked up and started laughing. "You wanted Saya. Saya wanted to go home. Tiffany wanted you. The whole time I wanted you. But I couldn't let myself have you. I didn't know if you really wanted me. It was too much of a risk. So I was going to let Tiffany have you."

Suddenly Lauren put her hands over her eyes. "Oh, Tiffany! How can I do this to her?"

A new voice interrupted, bitter but calm. "It's okay. I get it. She always wanted him. He always wanted her. I'd rather not be someone's consolation prize anyways."

"Tiffany!" I said, amazed. I turned around and she was standing in the doorway from the living area. "How long were you there?"

"I was just coming in when Lauren screamed out that she loved you. After that, I guess you both were too distracted to notice me. Kind of a recurring theme." She looked at Lauren. "I realize now that he's always wanted you more."

Tiffany stalked into the room, her eyes on fire, staring right at me. "Tell me the truth: When I found out about your vacation, were you REALLY planning to take me with you and her?"

Defeated, I said "No."

"I never had a chance, did I? And PLEASE, this time, be honest and spare me the long, drawn out pain." Tiffany stared at me with a hard look.

I stared at the floor. "Yes, you did. Lauren and I had a lot of emotional baggage to clear out of the way, and up until twenty minutes ago I was sure I was going home with you."

"Dammit, don't tell me that! I'd rather you said you never felt anything for me and I was just a fucktoy. It would make this whole thing easier to swallow." Tiffany was crying, and I really hated to see her cry. I knew I was responsible, and I'd just crushed a poor girl's heart. She looked up at me, unbearable pain in her eyes. "I love you. I've been in love with you for YEARS. Haven't you been able to tell? I would do anything for you."

"Tiffany, please..."

Her eyes suddenly hardened, and that pure determination I'd only ever seen in her once before was back. But her tears kept flowing. "Stop. Stop and think about how you feel about me. I want to hear the complete truth. I want to hear the honesty in your voice. No matter how much it might hurt me." 

I was suddenly confused. On one hand I had Tiffany's recent complaint about telling her something that would be easier to swallow. On the other hand I had Lauren's admonishment about males listening to the words and not the woman's heart.

I did stop for a full two minutes, perhaps for Tiffany feeling like the longest two minutes of her life. But for me, the time flew by as the answer came straight to me. "I missed Saya. And I rebounded right into your open arms. I really like you, a lot, and not just because of the sex. You are fun to be around, and I know you would always want to keep my happy. But I never felt that close, emotional connection with you. In the end I might have married you. But I think I would have always regretted losing Lauren."

Tiffany soaked that in, and it was my turn to feel the longest two minutes of my life. Her face ran the gamut of emotions, from anger to sadness and eventually, resolve. "Okay, I can handle that." She looked back and forth between Lauren and me. "But I think it's time for me to go home." Then she stormed into the back room. I heard the zippers on her suitcase being opened.

Lauren and I just sat there, sort of staring at each other and shifting uneasily while listening to the sounds of Tiffany packing her things. A few minutes later, she came out. She went over to Lauren, gave her a hug and pecked her on the cheek. 

The tears still in her eyes, Lauren whispered "I'm sorry."

Tiffany just shook her head. "You were fantastic, Lauren. Really, no hard feelings. I hope you can get through his thick skull better than I could."

To me though, Tiffany just rolled her eyes and brushed past me out the door. Feeling guilty as hell, especially after everything we had gone through together, I followed her out onto the walkway. "Tiffany?"

She stopped, then turned around and took two forceful steps toward me then slapped me, hard, across my cheek. "Go to hell."

I rubbed my cheek, and straightened out my jaw. "I deserved that."

"Yes, you did."

Then she looked at the floor, letting out a big sigh and then shook her head. "Look, I do really hope you find happiness. Just give me some time, and we may even be friends. If nothing else, I'll miss LAUREN." She smiled at that last part.

Then the hard look was back, the tough exterior she brought up as a defense mechanism. I knew better than to say anything else, and at least let Tiffany have her dignity. Her life after me would begin again.

"I'll see you at the office," Tiffany told me. She collected her bag and walked away from me.

***

"She's gone."

Lauren was still sitting on the couch, looking a little remorseful. But she looked nervous even more than that. Probably still running the 'love' word over and over in her head. She glanced over towards the door. "She handled that very well, I think."

"Yeah."

"I'll miss her." Lauren looked back toward the door.

"I'm sure you'll see her again." Then my own memory turned back to Lauren and the 'love' word. "Did you really mean it? You'll let me be a real part of your life?"

I saw the emotions flood through her face, and the moisture immediately re- forming in her eyes. The irises were bluer and bigger than ever, and they sparkled as she gazed at me. "Absolutely."

***

We had two more days in paradise, and the two of us made the most of it. We went on our first real 'date': the romantic kind where two people go out with love, not lust on their minds. The sunset and the magic of the islands were incredible. Being with Lauren felt familiar, but strange. It was a whole new emotional world for the two of us, and building on top of our chemistry was the wonder of finally meeting the true person inside of each other.

Making love for the next two days was even more heavenly. As fantastic as the sex had previously been, it was amazing how much better it became was when we opened ourselves completely to the other person, holding absolutely nothing back.

Going back to real world was no different. The hustle and bustle of each day kept the romantic pace slow, letting Lauren adjust to sharing her most intimate thoughts and fears. Our love together grew and grew with each passing week. Lauren even found a passion to occupy her daily life: writing a regular column for her fashion magazine. It figured, she was always the Carrie Bradshaw type. 

Lauren warned me, she wasn't going to fit into my 'perfect concept' very well. She wasn't the subservient housewife type, sitting at home or socializing with the blonde trophy wives while the nanny looked after the 2.5 kids. But that was fine with me. I'd been trapped in my self-made straightjacket for too long, and I had been missing the best years of my young adult life. Lauren would help me let loose a little bit while I grounded her. We found a harmony in balancing work with play, seriousness with fun, both of us far happier together and more in love than we'd ever been in our lives. 

Besides, the sex was INCREDIBLE.

A year later we went on vacation in Japan. Saya always knew that Lauren and I would end up together; I hated it when she was right. Besides joining us for some fun romps in bed, it was her turn to show off her native country to us. 

Even Tiffany finally came around. After a while, she and I got back to a normal flirty friendship. She got along great with Lauren, the two of them leaving me behind to go shopping or have coffee. Once, when I had to leave on a business trip, Lauren told me Tiffany had stayed overnight to keep her 'company'. We got into a tickle fight until Lauren finally gave me all the delicious details. Sometimes girls hold grudges for decades. But sometimes they forgive and become the best of friends.

In the end, Lauren and I both got what we wanted from the first day we met: someone to trust and share your soul with. I never abandoned Lauren, and I never will. My new life is with her.

THE END