59 comments/ 90505 views/ 25 favorites When The Past Comes Back To Bite You By: likegoodwine By Likegoodwinecopyrighted July 2012 Here's another story for you, a bit longer than my usual. Enjoy! Thanks to Scalia for his patient editing. Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Chapter one Pretty little thing Some noises are really annoying when you are in bed desperately trying to catch a few hours of sleep before a big day at work. A faucet dripping is one of them. As hard as you try to shut it off, it always keeps dripping. "Ploc!" "Ploc!" "Ploc! Ploc!" Over and over and over it drops like a bomb exploding! I been after the building superintendent to fix it for the last month. But it keeps on dripping. Another frustrating noise is your neighbour having a good time with her boyfriend. It's even worst when you are sexually on a dry spell and that her bed headboard hits your wall. "Bump!" "Oh yes! Oh yes!" "Bump!" "Ooooh yeees!" "Bump! Bump! Bump! Bump!" "Aaaargh!" "Bump!... Bump!... Bump!..." Well at least they are done. "Ploc!" "Grrrr! Note to self: kill the superintendent." Living in an apartment is a new thing for me. I am Mark Dupuis, 40-years old, newly divorced, and a new tenant in this apartment building. It is near the community college where I work as a teacher. My wife, Sandy, left me six months ago. The divorce was finalized last month. I moved into this apartment not long after we sold our house, splitting the equity. We had been married for almost 15 years but we unfortunately fell out of love. It wasn't a traumatic divorce. There was no cheating by her or me. We just grew apart. With no kids - which might have been a reason for our estrangement - the divorce was almost easy. But for now I was back to square one living in a building filled mostly with students. But as I said, it had a very convenient location, less than a 20-minute walk to the campus. I had noticed my next-door neighbour, a cute little brunette in her late teens or early 20's. The way our apartments were made, my bedroom shares a wall with her bedroom. And the walls are not very thick or soundproofed. One evening, I was in my living room when I heard somebody banging loudly on her door. Soon afterwards, I heard yelling from the apartment. I even heard something crashing and breaking on the floor, and the yelling grew louder. I am not a former linebacker or anything like that. I am just a fit 40 years old man, almost 6 feet tall, trim but not an athlete. Nevertheless, I didn't want to have to listen to this argument all night long. Worst, I didn't want to be witness to someone beating another. So I gathered my courage, filled a cup with sugar – that's a Ninja trick – and went to knock on my neighbour's door. As soon as I knocked on the door the yelling stopped. Soon, my young neighbour opened the door. At first, she wasn't sure who I was, but then I saw a look of recognition on her face. "Hi! I am returning the cup of sugar I borrowed last week. May I come in?" I said, winking at her. She caught my intention right away. Smart girl! "Of course, come in!" The guy was in the living room. He wasn't much to look at. About my size, with some bulging muscles that was gym-made. He was a good-looking kid. I soon felt better about my move. I was sure glad that I wasn't facing a 6'6" wannabe pro football player. My intrusion wasn't to his liking, judging by the glare he gave me. "I'm sorry, I see you have a visitor," I said. "It's alright! He's just a friend that was about to leave. Care for the coffee I promised you?" "Sure, I even brought my own sugar." My neighbour turned toward her guest. "Well thanks for stopping by Brad! See you around the campus." He was unsure about his next move. I could guess what he was thinking: "I don't want to leave, but now there is that other guy and I sure can't bully her now. If I try to stay, she will make it clear that she is throwing me out. That doesn't look good. Not cool at all! Maybe I should just leave. After all, I am a cool guy." He was soon at the door. "See you later Janice!" So that was her name... Janice didn't even bother to answer. She just locked the door. "I'll wait a few minutes to make sure he's really gone then I'll go back to my place," I said. Janice took my arm and pulled me toward the kitchen. "Don't be foolish! I promised you a coffee and a coffee you'll have," she said with an impish smile. "By the way, thanks for helping me with that loser." "A boyfriend?" I asked. She giggled. "He wished! I went out with him a couple of times, and he thinks I am his girl. He didn't take it too well that I wasn't returning his calls. You arrived at the right moment, he was starting to scare me." "Always here to help a damsel in distress." We chatted for almost an hour over a cup of decaf. Janice came from a small town about 100 miles from here. At 20, she was in her second year to obtain her Communication's degree. Her father passed away two years earlier. He was involved in a car accident that put him in a coma and left him a complete vegetable. As she told the story, tears were coming down her cheeks. After a few weeks, the doctors told the family that it was time to unplug the life support machines. They made a family decision, her younger brother and herself voting to pull the plug and their mother clinging to the faint hope that he might still come out of it. I ended up on a chair next to her, holding her while she cried on my shoulder. We stayed like that for many minutes. While she was crying, I though about the fact that I could have had a baby girl like her if Sandy had been willing to start a family. I know I would have been a good father. It was time to go. I kissed Janice on the forehead. "Well, I will leave you now. Will you be alright?" I asked. "Yes! And thanks a lot for helping me out... twice tonight. I am so embarrassed. You came to help me, and I end up crying like a baby because I miss my Dad so much," she replied with a forced sad smile. "No big deal. Don't think about it. Just remember that I am only one door down the hall if you need me," I said while getting up and heading toward the door. I was almost out when she asked: "Hey! I forgot to ask you your name." "Mark." She came closer to me, stretched a bit and gave me a light kiss on the lips. "Thank you for everything Mark!" "You're welcome!" The next weekend I was spending a quiet evening at home reading a book. I was really in a dry spell as far as women were concerned. To be exact, I hadn't made love to a woman since the evening Sandy told me that she wanted a divorce. That was eight months ago. I wasn't ready to date yet. Around midnight, I heard a soft rapping at my door. I opened the door, and there was Janice. "Hi!" she said. "I hope I didn't... kind of... wake you up." "No, not at all! I was just reading. Please come in." As soon as I saw her walk, I knew she was drunk. "How are you? Did you go out tonight? " I asked lamely, knowing full well that she was probably coming from a bar. "Yeah! I went out. But I wasn't feeling like partying or whatever. I kept thinking about my Dad... since last week... when we talked." What the F did I get myself into? Did I want to be her new 24-hour shrink that just happens to live next door? Oh well, she's a nice kid and I certainly can't turn her down. I led her toward the living room. She threw herself on the couch. Now I had to think fast. What is the proper behaviour? I know. I will offer her a coffee. She surely needs it. "What can I get you? A coffee?" Janice looked at the open bottle of red wine on the coffee table. "A glass of that would be fine, or a beer if you have one." I had a few beers in the fridge, but I wasn't sure that it was wise to give her more booze. Well, she's an adult and needs to learn from her own mistakes, as I did when I was her age. Soon, we were sitting on the couch, me with a refilled glass of wine and her with a beer. She moved herself closer to me on the couch and came to rest her head on my shoulder. "I miss Daddy so much. You're the first person with whom I feel good talking about it," she said. She straightened up a bit, drank from her bottle, and looked at me: " It's alright I hope. That I come here to feel better? You're not mad at me, are you?" She seemed so emotionally fragile at that moment that I had to utter the right words. "Not at all Janice! You're always welcomed here." With great contentment, she put her head back on my shoulder, an arm finding its way behind me, and her left arm gripping me at the waist. Fuck! Here I was with a young pretty girl half my age and me horny like a man that hadn't had sex in eight months. I couldn't help it. I was now sporting a raging hard-on. I hoped she wouldn't notice it. "Hum... I like it, just holding you like that," she said. "I told you about me... Tell me more about yourself. I know you teach at the college, that you are divorced, but that's it. Why are you divorced?" I told her about my marriage and the way it simply crumbled around Sandy and me. We reached the point where we became more friends than lovers, still caring for each other, but leaving us with the empty feeling that we were going nowhere. I stop talking when I realized that she had fallen asleep. Very gently, I extracted myself and positioned her on the couch, removing her shoes. A pillow and a blanket soon transformed my couch in a bed. It was also time for me to go to bed. I left the light on in the kitchen so Janice would know where she was if she woke up during the night. A few hours later I woke up when I heard Janice in the bathroom. I was expecting her to leave and go back to her apartment but to my surprise she came straight to my bedroom. Without a noise, she removed her pants and her sweater – she was wearing a camisole - and slid into bed with me. Very gently, she glued herself to my body and had her arm over my waist. I didn't move and didn't let her know that I was awake. Want it or not, I was again sporting a hard-on. As was the case for the last eight months, nothing came out of it. Janice was soon asleep. It was a bit harder for me – pun intended – but I fell asleep. The sun coming through an opening in my blind woke me up the next morning. Janice was still in bed with me. She had kicked the blankets away and was laid on her side, facing me. I took a few moments to admire the pretty woman asleep in my bed. She had nice long shapely legs and her hips formed a nice pronounced curve. Her camisole had ridden up, revealing nice soft abs. She was obviously not wearing a bra and she didn't really need one either. Her nice little breasts were defying gravity and still stood proudly under her garment. I was dying to reach and touch her, to caress her and discover the softness of her skin. As I was admiring her breasts, I realized that she was also awake. I don't know how long she had been looking at me while I was admiring her body. She had a sleepy smile on her face. "Hi!" she said in a raspy voice. It didn't give me a hard on as I was already sporting a morning woody, but it didn't help. "Good morning yourself! I am surprise to find you here this morning. The last I saw you, you were snoring and drooling all over my couch," I said. She punched me gently on the shoulder. "I don't snore." "Oh yes you do when you're drunk. Why didn't you simply go back to your apartment, instead of climbing in bed with an old horny geezer like myself?" I asked. "Because it felt right. The last time I fell asleep drunk at a friend's apartment, I woke up with him trying to take my pants off and I was already topless. I feel safe with you and we both needed the company," she said. She drew closer to me, pushed the blankets away, and came to rest right beside me, her arm going over my chest. She squeezed me tightly, snuggling against me. Her hand started to gently caress my chest and my belly. I tried in vain to ignore her. A bit more of that treatment and I would come in my boxers. "I feel good lying next to you," she purred. "Well, you are the first woman in my bed in eight months, so this horny old geezer won't complain." "You are not that old," she said. Then her hand went further down, reached into my boxers and touched the tip of my hard on. "But you sure are horny," she said with a giggle. I didn't say a word while her fingers started to follow the shape of my cock or when she gripped it, jerking it slowly. She got herself on her elbow bringing her head close to mine. Morning breath or not, I let her give me a longing kiss. Her hand was now inside my boxer and she was jerking me. Unable to further resist, my hands finally reached for her. Her thighs were so soft. My hand went all the way up. I inserted my fingers under her panties to feel and squeeze her nice round firm buttocks then I caressed her waist. I finally reached under her camisole and discovered the firm softness of her breasts. Her nipples were already rock hard. And we were still kissing, our breathing laboring over our mutual arousal. She stopped kissing and started to lick me all the way down, stopping for a moment to suck on my nipples, licking my belly button and then she started to lick my cock. Her tongue reached around my foreskin and came back up to take the pre-cum oozing for the tip. She continued to lick all the way down the shaft, her hand still jerking me softly. She came back up and started to suck on my cock. She started bobbing on me, taking me as far as she could without gagging. My hands reached for her hair, following her movement while she pleasured me. I was about to come and let her know. "It's alright. Go ahead!" she said stopping her head job for a couple of seconds. She resumed with the fierce intention to make me cum, her bobbing motion going faster as well as her jerking of my cock. I finally let go, pumping my cum in her mouth. She swallowed everything, looking at me, pride written all over her face. A last lick and she came back up still holding my slowly deflating cock in a firm grip. She kissed me. Thank God for small favours but the taste of cum beats the Hell out of morning breath. I had to repay the favour. It was my turn to go down on her. Where she spent only a few seconds on my nipples, I spent a long time fondling, licking and sucking on her breasts, while a hand was already exploring her very wet pussy. Her tits were not very big but were very firm. It reminded me of my first girlfriend in high school. I continued my way down her body. My hands were now trying to remove her panties. She lifted her bum up to help and her panties went down her legs. I started to kiss my way up her legs until I reached her pussy, neatly trimmed with only a little landing strip. She was so wet. My nose took the musky smell of her juices flowing freely from her pussy then my tongue got a first taste. Starting at her poke hole, my tongue got in as much as it could, then all the way up to her clit. I licked it for a few seconds, my fingers starting to explore her inside. After licking and sucking on her clit for a few seconds, I went down, my tongue fucking her a little bit. I went further down and my tongue started to tease her anus. It must have been new for her as she started to whimper. I came back to her clit, licking and sucking it. It was real big by now, making my job easier. I had my middle finger and my index in her pussy as far as I could reach. She was tight and had her first orgasm. Her hips kept moving up and down, her hands keeping my head where it belonged then she squealed. I eased up a bit on my sucking and licking, mostly just rubbing my lips softly on her clit, to ease her down. I stopped licking her for a while but my fingers kept fucking her gently. After that pause, my lips went back to her clit. I remove my fingers from her pussy and started to work on her anus. My middle finger found its way in. I pulled it out, positioned my index at her pussy and started my manual version of a double penetration. I finger fucked her pussy and her anus while licking her clit. Her second orgasm didn't take long. She buckled under me, almost throwing me off her and she yelled. She also cursed, whimpered and cried. Fortunately, she is my neighbour so her yelling didn't disturb anyone. After that orgasm, I took a minute to slow down my licking to help her settle down. We were soon in each other's arms. She was kissing me fiercely. "Thanks Janice. I needed that!" I said. "Are you crazy? I am the one that should thank you. That was incredible. You're the first guy that licked my ass and finger fucked it. It felt amazing! I don't like ass fucking, but that felt so good. Where did you learn to do that?" she asked. I nibble her ear lob and whispered: "25 years of experience as a lover. That counts for something I guess. It also drove Sandy crazy when I was doing that to her." Janice moved away from me then climbed on top of me. She planted a huge kiss on me, our tongues fighting with each other. She looked straight at me. "Share it with me! Share your experience," she said in a raspy voice still full of desire. "Well, first thing, you might have to wait a bit. I am not as young as I once was," I said. Her hand went for my cock and, to my surprise it was already hard with no pills. "Looks hard enough for me!" she said. "Are you sure about that? I am twice your age. For Christ sake, I could be your father." She pushed my boxer off the way a bit, took a firm grip of my cock and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy. She pushed down a bit, taking an inch of my cock in her. "Please Daddy, pretty please! Fuck me Daddy, show me everything," she said with an impish smile. I lost it. With a strong push of my hips, I went right into her. She was wet and very, very tight. "That way Baby?" I came down a bit and pushed back up hard. "You want it that way?" I asked. She gasped then gave me a nice big juicy kiss. And she impaled herself on my cock, all the way. "Yeah! Like that Daddy," she said while having her hips going up and down. My hand went down between our bodies and found her clit. While she was going up and down, I started to stimulate it. It didn't take long for her to have another orgasm. "Oh yeah Daddy!... Oh yeah... Daddy, I'm coming!... Aaaa'm coming!" She crashed down on me, sweating and breathing hard. I still had my hard cock firmly inside her and I wasn't even close to come. I caressed her back and her buttocks, smelling her hair and enjoying every second of it. She had such a firm body. In a smooth motion, I turned her on her back with me on top. "Ready for more Baby?" I asked. "Yes! Give me more. Make me sore! Fuck me Daddy!" she answered. For the next few minutes, I started slow, but soon I was thrusting hard in her. I was on a mission to cum. I was relentlessly thrusting harder. Her small pert breasts were moving up and down at each thrust. A few times, I saw her wince, but she kept her determination. "Yeah Daddy!... Harder Daddy! Cum in me Daddy! Cum in your Baby!" That did it. I started to shoot my cum, shivering with the total exhaustion I was now feeling. I slumped down on top of her for a while, kissing her madly, then I rolled on my back. We snuggled together and soon fell asleep. We spent the rest of the weekend together, fucking many more times. It was amazing how she could entice my cock to many more erections in such a short span of time. She was really a nice girl: fun, full of life, pretty, and sexy as Hell. I had no right to be with such a woman, nearly half my age. But she didn't seem to mind. We parted Sunday evening with the simple promise to see each other around. When The Past Comes Back To Bite You Over the next two months, she became a regular visitor to the apartment, mostly to eat supper together a couple of times every week and, once in a while, to fuck our brains out. We both knew that our fucking meant nothing but it was sure a very nice release of all my spent up sexual needs of the last year. We never discussed the nature of our relationship. "Don't rock the boat!" I kept telling myself. "Enjoy it while it lasts." And it did lessen my sense of loss since my divorce with Sandy. Chapter 2 Ghost from the past One afternoon, heading home, I stopped at a convenience store to buy a few things. A woman entered right behind me. I had a quick look and had a double take. I looked at her heading toward a fridge. "Maria?" I asked. She turned around and a look of recognition crossed her face. "Mark?" I simply nodded. Maria was an ex-girl friend from high school. She has been my first and I was her first. We were so young and so much in love together that we believed that we would marry right after high school. Then one day she broke up with me, over the phone, no explanation given. Within a month, her family moved away and that was the last I heard from her. I never forgot her and the ghost of our relationship followed me for years. I felt a bit embarrassed and unsure about what to do. Part of me wanted to simply hug her, and the other part wanted to run away, the same way she ran out on me. She did the first move. She came to me and gave me a peek on the cheek. "My Goodness Mark! It has been so long. What it is: 20 years ago?" she asked. "Make it 23. I was 17 and I am now 40," I said. There was a little silence. Her auburn hair was cut short now while they were shoulder length in high school. She was pretty then, but now she was simply gorgeous, her curves having filled quite nicely over the years. "You look good," I stated. "You too," she replied. "Did you move back in town?" I asked. "No! I come regularly for work or to visit some family ," she said. "E... I don't know what you are doing now, but would you have time for a coffee or something, just to catch up?" I asked. Her whole face lit up. "Sure! It would be great!" We went to the small coffee shop next door. We spent an hour catching up. She learned that I was newly divorced and I learned that she recently lost her husband. I had no kids and she had two. I was dying to ask her THE question: why did she ditch me in high school? I didn't however. I was real glad to be reacquainted with her and did not want to spoil the mood. I didn't see many changes in her. Yes she had a few creases around the eyes and seemed a bit subdued after talking about her late husband. But she was still witty and, most importantly, still giggled at my jokes. It started to pour cats and dogs outside. When she told me that she was going back to the bus station to go back home, I told her my car was just down the street and offered to drop her there instead of trying to catch a taxi in that awful weather. She accepted. Soon we were in my car, driving toward the bus station. At the bus station we traded phone numbers. She ran away under the rain. From that moment, my only thoughts were for her - well, except for these few times when Janice and I met and fucked. Two weeks later, a Friday afternoon, I decided to take the 90 minute drive to Maria's hometown. I phoned from a gas station. "Hello!" "Maria! It's Mark. How are you doing?" "Great! And you?" "Great too. Hey, I am in your hometown and I was wondering if you could spare an hour or two for a drink with an old flame?" There was moment hesitation on the line. "I think it would be very nice. Where would you like to meet?" she finally said. "I don't know. It's your town. Tell me where and I'll be there." Maria gave me direction to a quiet bistro on the outskirt of town. She told me that she would be there around 5:00 o'clock, an hour later. It took me only 20 minutes to find the place. I took a table that offered some privacy and waited with a drink – a soda, as I had to drive back home. What was I expecting from this meeting? Just to know her better? See if there were still lingering feelings between us? Most importantly, should I ask why she ditched me in high school? You can call me crazy, but that question has been nagging at me for the last 23 years. Speak of unresolved business! I decided not to ask. I would probably appear like a weirdo if I were to ask about a break up between two teenagers that occurred almost a quarter of century ago. She would probably run away as politely as speed allowed. Nah! If she decides to reveal her reasons, good! If not, I won't raise it. Maria finally made it to the bistro and noticed me right away. Wow! She was a sight to behold. She was wearing a nice little blue dress going down just over her knees, showing off her very nice legs. Her curves were simply draped by the fabric instead of being hidden by it, and what curves she had. My blood pressure went up a notch at her sight. She was wearing a small opened sweater, revealing the low cut of the dress, not so low that her breasts would be in display, but low enough to promise you a full package if you were the lucky one. And I wanted very bad to be that lucky one. I had been in love with her when she was a gangly teenager. Now, I was in lust with the gorgeous woman that I lost so many years ago. I got up and we exchanged a quick peek on the cheek. "I'm so glad you called Mark. Since I last saw you, I kept reliving the tender moments we had together. What brings you in town?" "You! I don't have classes on Friday afternoon so I decided this morning to drive here and see if I might be lucky enough to see you. And I must admit that I also have been thinking a lot about what you meant to me so many years ago," I replied. Maria had the good taste to blush at my comment. We ordered a drink when the waitress stopped by our table - a glass of white wine for her and a beer on tap for me. I was kind of happy of the interruption as our date was beginning in a very disgustingly syrupy manner. Over the next two hours, I learned that she went to college in this very town, got a degree in accounting and worked for the same firm since graduation. Maria expressed surprise that I became a geography teacher as I was in all kind of sports when I was in high school. I was a sport jock, not the academic type. Maria started to laugh. "I still remember when you got sent to the principal by the Geography teacher in grade 8," she said. I didn't recall that a bit and my frown must have been obvious. "Oh my God! You forgot that. I think it was the moment I fell for you. The teacher asked who knew the capital of Turkey. Right away you lifted your arm, a first in that class I believe. Then you said that the capital of Turkey is Cranberry, which could be found between Stuffing and Mashed potatoes, just around the peas. All the students had a good laugh and you were promptly ejected from the class." Oh my God! Yes, I was that kind of student. The kind I now hate as a teacher. And the worst was that I knew very well that Ankara was the capital. Later that year I had 100 % on my test of political geography, one of only two students to get a perfect score. After reminiscing about our high school years we started to speak about our adult life. There were many differences between our married lives. She married at 19 with a college sweetheart. It had been a shotgun marriage as she became pregnant and her parents insisted on marrying the very nice and decent fellow accounting student she met. For my part, I only married after graduating from college. A few years after I got married, I went back to complete my Master degree then my Doctorate. She had a very satisfying marriage to Tom O'Connell and they had two children, a girl – her eldest – and a boy, now 18 years old and both off at University. My marriage didn't produce any offspring. While it was awful to see my marriage crumbling around me and leading to a divorce, Maria's marriage ended in tragedy. Her husband died in car crash. Her eyes were full of unshed tears as she told about his passing. I gently put my hand over her hand in a friendly and appeasing gesture. I felt an electric jolt when I touched it, emotions coming back to me tenfold after so many years. I almost pulled out my hand but resisted the impulse. I am sure Maria didn't notice as stricken with grief as she was. We ordered our meal and talked about more pleasant things. We were trying to rediscover a bit each other. We didn't talk about anything too personal, but intimate details nevertheless - our hobbies, our likes and dislike, and such. I took off around 9:00 o'clock with a mutual promise to meet again. A small kiss on the cheek sealed the deal. I am not the one to let fate do my work. The next Friday, I was again driving toward Maria's hometown. Like the week before, she accepted to meet me, at an Italian restaurant this time. The place was small, cozy, and intimate. I had the waiter put a couple of candles on the table. If she was great looking last week, that night she was breathtaking. Under her light coat – it was raining – she had a nice black dress, shorter (about mid-thighs) but not as low cut as her last dress. It was sleeveless and with only strings to keep it up, revealing some slender well formed shoulders. I got up, took her hands and gave her a peek on the cheek, but I didn't release my grip on her hands. I took a step back and looked at her. "My goodness Maria, you look simply gorgeous in that outfit," I honestly said. She giggled and blushed. "Thanks you so much! A woman never ceases to feel good at a gentleman compliment," she answered and sat down. "Mark, you have to stop doing that," she finally said. That remark took me by surprise. I had no idea what she was talking about. "Stop doing what?" I asked. "Stop coming all the way here – a 90 minute drive – to phone and ask me out. What if I had other plans? I am really glad to see you, but it would be very unpleasant to turn you down knowing that you drove all the way here," she answered in a pleasant manner, a twinkle in her eyes. "What if I had another date?" I missed the gentle way she said it. I was shocked and embarrassed. It is true that I never though about her having a life outside of my dreams, my wishes, and my expectations. I wanted to see her, so I drove here and asked her out. It was very careless of me. "Oh... ah... I'm really sorry... You're right. I'm just butting in your life and expect that it will be like in high school when you would drop everything on my call... I'm really sorry," I stammered more than said it. Maria giggled. "It's alright Doffus! I'm pulling your leg. I don't have a social life to speak of. I don't really date. I go out with friends, but mostly couples that I have known for years. They would jump for joy and dance around our table if they knew that I was seeing a man." Doffus! That was what she always called me when I was being an idiot, back then. I noticed a slight change of mood in her at the end of her explanation. She looked at her wedding band, still on her finger. "I am not over Tom's death yet. The few dates my friends organized were a disaster. I still love him and can't feel anything for anybody else yet. They were nice men, and I felt sorry for them as I turned them down one after the other. I just couldn't act like if I cared. I felt like a cheater." She looked up toward me and her hand reached mine and rested on it. "And then I met you. No stress of being somebody else than myself. Like if it was only yesterday, I can simply be myself. Like we didn't go our different way years ago. And I thank you for that." Her hand gripped more firmly on my hand. "Could you believe that I surprised myself humming old songs from our years together?" Humming favourite songs has always been a sure sign that Maria was in tune with her life. Contentment of the moment always brings back a song. I can recall Maria and me sitting together on the front porch of my parent's house, her head on my shoulder, her arm around my waist and humming the latest pop song. "And you?" she asked. "Have you been dating since your divorce?" The question took me out of my reveries. I was starting to feel real good in her company and I sure didn't want to lie to her. On the other hand, I didn't want to look like a wolfhound preying on young women. "Well, I didn't date for nearly a whole year. I didn't date at all. But I had a few unexpected encounters with a neighbour. Nothing serious and... well, totally unexpected and with no future, that's for sure," I replied, being honest but withholding information about the age of my neighbour. Note to self: break it off with Janice. Maria let go of my hand. I felt like crap. Fortunately, the waiter came by the table to take our orders and offered a well-needed distraction. The rest of the evening was uneventful. We reminisced about old time, happy time. Maria proved to be as ebullient and spontaneous as I recalled her. I surely hoped that she felt the same about me. After my divorce, I felt a bit crusty and old. Janice helped me recover a bit, but it was important to me that Maria would also find me still attractive. I didn't know yet what was in store for us, but I hoped for the best. I took my leave around 9:00 o'clock, but this time we graduated to a light kiss on the lips. Which is not that strange when you consider that Maria and me had spent hours French kissing each other. All week long, I was debating about driving again to meet Maria. She sealed the deal by phoning me. "Hello Mark! I just want to tell you that you are better not drive over here this week-end," told me Maria. My heart sank. "But I would love to meet you for supper on Friday as I will be in town. Mind you, I have to be on the bus by 9 at the latest. I hate to drive," she added. Then I heard her giggling. "Gotcha!" At the appointed time on Friday, I picked her at an office building downtown and drove to a nice Thai restaurant not too far from the bus station. Coming from a work related meeting, Maria was dressed in simple black slacks and a purple shirt. Despite the conservative cut, I was sure that she still turned heads when she walked into a meeting. Mind you, I might be a bit partial. My days and nights were filled with the memories – old and new – of my time with Maria. I was constantly daydreaming about her. Part of it was wishful thinking, but another part was hope. We only had a couple of hours to be together, but it was simply wonderful. After three dates, I felt like we never were apart for 23 years. I still didn't know why she ditched me but it was now the least of my worries. Was she interested in me? Was I just a comforting blast from the past that helped her deal with her sorrow? Was I something to be discarded again on a whim? Could I let myself open to another betrayal? I wished with all my heart that she would be the next one. But I feared above all else was being rebuked again. I really needed to know why she broke it off 23 years ago. That could have a bearing on the way I opened up to her. That could determine if I had to let her go again or if I could dream of pushing things further. One nice thing about this latest date was that we were holding hands a lot that evening. I was the first to put my hand on her hand. She then reached and covered my hand with hers, a simple caring look on her face. We talked mostly about our years together, avoiding all reference to our married lives and the pain it carried. At the bus station, I leaned toward her for a simple kiss on the lips, but she lingered there for a while longer. "Thanks for the evening Mark! I can't wait for the next time we meet," she said after breaking the kiss. "See you next week-end. I'll phone you Thursday to fix where we will meet." Shortly before midnight, I phoned her. "Just phoning to make sure you made it in one piece," I said. "How sweet of you! But I have to admit I didn't make it here in one piece... Part of me is still there with you," she said. Wow that was unexpected, even if I wished it for weeks now. How to answer? I knew, with the same wit that first attracted her to me in the first place. "It's the same for me. I will be a mindless zombie all week waiting for us to meet again because my whole mind will be with you, only with you," I answered. "Well don't let your neighbour take advantage of your mindless body... I love you!" That last statement left me floored. I was able to croak in desperation: "I love you too! Goodnight!" And I hung up. Oh my God! Did we both just say the L word? I had a hard time falling asleep. I thought I was moving too fast, so I had to reign in my feelings. But here she was and telling me that she loves me. I was confused and happy at the same time. Sight of her full gorgeous figure led me to a fitful sleep. She was in bed with me. Her hands dropped my boxers down to my thighs and her lips went for my cock. She sucked me for a few second then started to lick me. My cock was now as hard as steel and she continued to suck me hard. Then she climbed on me and impaled herself on me. That's when I woke up totally. Janice was on me and she was riding me as hard as she could. It felt wrong and it felt so good. I decided to take charge at that point. I grabbed Janice, turned her on her back and started to go down on her. As soon as I started to lick her clit, she went wild, humping her waist in an effort to make the feeling stronger. And she came. Hard! Real hard! For the first time in my life, I experienced a woman ejaculation. She was simply pissing on me. And she was vocal about it. "Oh my God Daddy! Oh my God... Aargh!" My sheets were wet but I didn't care. I got up and rammed my cock in her. I felt almost nothing. She was so lubricated! But I fucked her hard. It would be our last fuck and I wanted it to be memorable. After a few minutes of ramming my rod hard into her, I slid out, pulled her up a bit and had her to stand on her knees and elbows. Again I thrust my cock hard in her, doggy style. While thrusting in and out, my fingers reached for her clit and my other hand started to finger fuck her ass. It didn't take long for both of us to come to a climax. I started to shoot my cum as she started to climax, furiously pushing her ass against my hips. Without a single word being exchange in the process, we fell asleep in each other arms, wet sheets or not. I woke up first. I went to the kitchen and made some coffee. An hour later, Janice came in the kitchen, naked and beautiful with her disheveled hair. "Any coffee left?" I got up and made her a cup of coffee, now stronger for the extra hour on the hot plate. "Janice, I have to ask you for a favour," I said. "Oh Mark, not this morning. My pussy is still sore from last night, and I have a splitting headache," answered Janice. "No! Not that! I want to let you know that I met a woman that I really care about... a lot!" I said. "Yeah!" she yelled. She got up and came to me and hugged me. Despite all I was thinking to say, the feeling of her firm breast on me had my head reeling. With a mind of itself, one hand went down and cupped an ass cheek. "I am so happy for you. You deserve a good woman. You are such a good man, and a good lover." I dreaded this moment, and there she was totally happy for me. If I had my doubt, now I knew for sure that she didn't care for me at all. Yes, I have to admit that after our first encounters, I started to daydream about this young woman. "Well I don't want to offend you or nothing, but what happened last night cannot not happen again. When I commit myself to a woman, the way I believe I will commit myself soon to my friend, it is a total commitment. No sex on the side," I explained. When The Past Comes Back To Bite You "I understand and approve, Mark. We had no future together and it was only good till we met somebody and committed to them. I would have done the same if I had met a guy I love." She then gave me a longing kiss that lasted for an eternity. "In a way I am jealous. I kind of love you and I wish you had the same feeling for me. I'll dress up and be gone in a jiffy." And that she did. For the rest of the day, I was a bundle of nerve. I had mixed feeling about letting Janice go. Pushing her away to be more precise! Her appearance in my life had reintroduced some confidence in myself. It's a no-brainer that a man's confidence will peek after going to bed and satisfying a woman way younger than him. But as much as I liked my time with Janice, what I sensed developing with Maria took precedence. I like Janice a lot. She was a really nice kid and I wished her a lot of happiness. But Maria has been my first and I now felt that she could be my next and my last. Around 10:00 o'clock that evening, I phoned Maria. "Hi Maria!" "Hi Mark! I hope you are not in town around the corner. I was just about to jump in the shower and get ready for bed." I laughed. "No! I am in my own apartment, thinking about you." "How sweet! I thought about you too a lot today. So, what's up?" "I have been wondering a lot about the last thing you told me." "And what was that again?" "You said, and I quote, 'I love you'", I said. There was silence on the other end. It lasted at least an hour or maybe just a few seconds. But it seemed like a long time to me. Was I reading her wrong? "Yes...! I said that. I hope I didn't scare you away. It just seemed like the right thing to say at that moment. I felt so good and it had been such a long time since I felt that way. I'm sorry if it came out wrong," she said, her words spilling out like if she needed to apologize. "No, no, not at all! It was perfect and I meant it when I answered that I love you too," I said. There was no sound for a while. After a few seconds, I heard her sobbing. "Maria, are you crying?" I asked. "I... I... I'll phone you back," she said and hung up. I stayed by the phone the whole 15 minutes it took her to call back. I answered on the first ring. "Hi Mark! I'm sorry for earlier. My emotions got the best of me. I... I always have a hard time around bedtime. That's when I miss Tom the most: the loving, the caring, and the cuddling... And then you phoned. It is true that I feel good with you, that I can really say that I love you. But at the same time it made me feel cheap, as if I was betraying him," she said. "But..." I started to say. "Hush Mark! Let me finish. My feelings are all mixed up. I know I have to go on with my life, and out of nowhere you appeared, a blast from the past, a man I never really stopped loving. I felt cheap tonight not because I said that I loved you, but because in all my years with Tom I never told him how much you meant to me back then and because even in his arm I sometimes – mostly at the beginning – kept thinking about you," she said, leaving no room for interruption. There was silence on the phone line for a while. I decided to fill it with my own admission. "Maria, I understand what you're feeling right now. I did the same thing with Sandy and the few girlfriends I had before her. You were always there with them. I just don't feel the same guilty feeling about the fact that I have to move with my life. I am over Sandy and my screwed up marriage. Right now, there is only you and what I feel for you," I carefully said. Another silence followed. "Can we leave it at that now? And maybe speak about it next weekend when we meet?" asked Maria. "That's a good plan," I answered. "I'll phone you later this week." We met again the next week. I drove and we went to a quiet lounge. When she arrived, she gave me a nice kiss that lasted a few seconds, followed by a heartfelt hug. I felt a lot of tenderness in that simple gesture. It set the mood for the whole evening. During the meal, Maria insisted that I have some wine with her. I hesitated a little bit, then decided that I could always take an hotel room later that night. After our admission of love, we were more touchy feely all evening. Our conversation turned more to what we expected for the future rather than what we shared together when we were younger. The evening went so fast that the first thing I knew, the meal was done, the wine bottle was empty, and it was time to leave the restaurant. I had three glasses of wine and there was no way I could drive my car. I said so to Maria. "That's crazy! You can't take a cab all the way to your town," she said. "No, I'll simply find a motel around here, no big deal!" I answered. "Forget about a motel. I have a big house with plenty of room. You are staying at my place tonight and that's the end of it," Maria replied. And so I ended up at her house a few minutes later. She opened another bottle of wine and we sat on the couch. Both of us were quite subdued, a bit embarrassed or panic stricken by this development. After a while I raised my glass and offered a toast. "A toast to a wonderful woman," I said. Maria blushed. "A toast to a handsome man that brings hope for the future," she answered. We sipped from our glasses and put them down on the coffee table, looking at each other with a shy smile on our faces. On an impulse, I bent toward her and started a gentle, tentative kiss. In a matter of seconds the kiss turned to an intense necking session on the couch. I am pretty sure Maria had many unspent sexual emotions that surfaced in that longing kiss. We were glued to each other and years of separation shed away from our mind in that kiss. We were again the two horny teenagers madly in love with each other. I can't recall who started what, but our hands were soon exploring each other bodies. I came to that realization when my hand reached her breasts and I felt her hand going down to my crotch, seizing my hardened cock. There was no stopping us from that point. My hand went down to the hem of her skirt and started to explore the inside of her thighs. Maria gasped when my fingers finally reached and touched her pussy through the fabric of her panties. We stopped kissing and looked at each other. I could read the lust in her face as clearly as she could read mine. "Maria, I love you, I need you!" I said. She got up from the couch and pulled me up. "Come! I want this too," she said while pulling me toward her bedroom. There, we undressed without losing a second. Without ceremony, I took her in my embrace and guided her onto the bed. I pushed her on her back and left a trail of kisses from her lips to her breasts then all the way down toward her pussy. Maria wasn't anymore the slender teenager that I'd known, but a mature woman with an abundance of soft curves. It was like discovering her anew. When my lips made contact with the lips of her pussy, she let out a gasp. She was wet beyond imagination. I suddenly realized that, as a teenager, I had never lick her pussy. We weren't there yet in our sexual exploration. She had licked my cock a bit, even put it in her mouth, but we never really had oral sex together. For the first time ever, my tongue tasted her pussy slowly then went up to find her clit in the crease of her labia. Another gasp escaped her. Gently I started to lick her clit. She moaned at each pass of my tongue and each gentle lick on her clit. Two of my fingers found their way inside her as I increased the pace of my licking. Within a matter of minutes she had a strong orgasm, her pussy clamping on my fingers and her hips jerking up and down in a reflex to increase the friction of my mouth on her clit. As soon as her orgasm appeased, she gently grab my hair and pulled me up toward her. Even if I wanted to enter her right away on my way up, I resisted the temptation so we could gently kiss each other in the gentle afterglow of her first orgasm. After a while she pushed me a bit. "Mark, I want you. I need you. Take me," she said. And for the first time in 23 years, I entered her. We gently made love for the rest of the night. We rekindled a long lost love that we thought behind us till recently. The best of our lovemaking was the cuddling and the gentle caresses without sexual intent that followed our physical exertion. I awoke the next morning with Maria arm over my chest and her soft body pressing along my side. She was beautiful in that peaceful moment. I had never known her like that. As teenagers, we only had few short moments of sexual ecstasy then it was time to go home to our parents. I never woke up with Maria in my arms. Another first. We spent a very nice morning together, eating breakfast, kissing, drinking coffee, kissing, having lunch, kissing then making love before I had to go back home. Chapter 3 Learning to face the past and to move on The next few weeks I spent all my weekend at her place and we skyped each other every evening. We even had a few cam-to-cam sessions and we masturbated at the sight of our lover naked on video cam. After a month Maria announced that she was coming in town Friday for a meeting at the head office of her accounting firm. I knew that meeting was important. We were so much in love with each other that we'd already talked about the impossibility of living with each other while one had to commute 90 minutes to work every day. Maria had offered to ask for a transfer to the head office. It would also allow her to be close to her son and daughter that were also living here. Funny thing! We were close enough in such a short span of time to talk about moving together but I was still unable to ask her why she ditched me in high school. It seemed that the moment was never appropriate to ask that nagging question. It had such a negative undertone to it that I never found a way in our dealings with each other. That was mostly a question that I kept on my lonely evening away from Maria. While with her, I only wanted to tell her how much I loved her and how good it felt to be with her. On Thursday, we agreed to meet at a restaurant downtown and that we would end up at my place for the weekend. I was in a cleaning frenzy as soon as we turned off our video chat session. I had taken a few bachelor bad habits, including to simply pile up my dirty laundry in my closet and piling up the dishes in the sink until I ran out of plates. It's not a way to impress a date, that's for sure. I had just put a load in the washer and was heading back toward my apartment when Janice opened the door of her apartment. Her eyes were red and she looked distraught. "Janice, something's wrong?" I asked. I saw that she had a hard time refraining from crying. "I need to talk to you," she said, sobbing. "Can I come over?" Oh my! A broken heart! My first impulse was to reject her demand. With our history and my newfound love for Maria, I didn't think it was wise to let her use me again as a comforting presence. But at the same time, she looked very sad and showed so many signs of distress. I realized that I couldn't turn her away in the shape she was. My love for Maria would prevail. Janice went straight to the couch where she sat and started to cry. I sat beside her, put an arm over her shoulders and pulled her to me so she could cry on my shoulder. "What's wrong Janice?" I asked. "I... I... I'm pregnant," she finally said. And she started to cry even louder and harder My heart stopped for a heartbeat or two. Pregnant! There was only one question to ask. "Am I the father?" Janice regained some composure. "Yes. I didn't sleep with any other guy since I met you." "But you told me that you were on the pill," I stated, hating the accusation of my tone as soon as it left my lips. "I had an infection and had to take antibiotic when I met you. I didn't know it would have an effect on my pills," she said. Then she resumed sobbing. "Oh Mark! I am not ready for this. I am just starting college. I want to do things. I don't want to be pregnant." I wasn't sure what to say. As a matter of principle, I am not in favour of abortion. For me it is a last resort solution. But I also believe that women can decide what to do with their body and that if Janice decided one way or the other I had to be there as a support. Maria! Oh my God! I just met the woman of my life. I had met the one woman I was sure that could become that old lady that would hold my hand after my retirement. I had met the woman that would grow up old with me. No, think about that later. Focus right now on the problem at hand. "Janice, what do you want to do? It is your choice and I promise that I will be there all the way. What do you want?" I asked. "I don't want an abortion but I don't want a baby either. I have too much to do. I have to finish college. I have to travel. I have to see the world. I can't have a baby," she said and started to cry again. I counted the months in my head. The baby would probably be born next fall, right in the middle of her session. But with some coaching, she could probably have the baby without hurting her study. Can I become a father? Take care of the baby while taking a sabbatical. That would be doable. Maria! How would she react to that development? We had just renewed our love for each other. We were in love but how would she react to the fact that I suddenly had a baby in my future. 'Oh by the way Maria, move with me but we will need a bigger apartment for the baby." I was so screwed! Janice stopped crying. "I was thinking about giving the baby up for adoption," she said. Her idea hurt me to the core. For the past 15 years I had dreamed of being a father. Too many of Sandy's birth control pills had dashed that hope of mine. And now, a young woman was bearing my child and I would give up on him or her. No way! Janice and I finally ended in bed together that night but not as lovers. She needed my reassuring presence. I had a really hard time at work the next day. Like a zombie, I simply delivered my class escaping without answering any questions from the students. I had to brace myself to meet Maria and tell her this new development in my life. It was too big to even try to hide it. At 6:00 o'clock I entered the restaurant. Maria was already there. We kissed and I sat. I was not very talkative. Silently we looked at the menu. That's when I realized that Maria was also very quiet. She sat stiffly in her chair and barely looked at me. That didn't bore well for the rest of the evening, knowing that I had devastating news for her. "Maria, is there something bothering you?" I finally asked, delaying the moment I would have to tell her my awkward situation. Maria, the beautiful woman I loved, looked at me with a very sad look on her face. "Yes, as a matter of fact. I have some disturbing news for you and I am not sure you will like it very much," she said, barely audible over the brouhaha of the restaurant. "Well go ahead, I also have some bad news for you," I said. "What is it?" she asked. "No, you go first," I replied. Her company probably told her that her request for transfer was denied. Or the request was put on the back burner for a while. After I tell her about Janice, she would probably be relieved. "It's the second time you got me in this predicament," she started to say. "I just hope this time that I will not lose you over it." Now I was lost. What was she talking about? My thoughts were interrupted when Maria resumed. "I never told you why I broke up with you in high school. My parents forced me. They didn't think that you were a reliable man for me. You were too wild. They thought that you would amount to nothing and decided that I had to be away from you," she said. So that was the reason she broke up from me. Her parents forced her. They were so sure I was bad for Maria that the whole family moved away. Wow! It felt good to finally hear the truth. But Maria brought me back to the present. "When Mom realized that you got me pregnant she told Dad and he decided to cut all links between us. He had a standing offer to move and he took it. For him, you were not husband material and he also wanted to avoid the terrible shame of having an unwed pregnant daughter. Well, you did it again. I found out today that I am pregnant of your child. Again." I choked on my drink, water even spilling from my nose. Maria pregnant! And Janice pregnant! What a mess. What am I suppose to do now? Maria came closer and hit me on the back while I was still choking on my drink. "It's alright Mark. Don't panic! I love you and we will be having a child, as many couples before us since Adam and Eve," said Maria. "I had to tell you point blank like that because I found it today and I am a bit upset, but also because my two kids are coming to meet us here. I wanted to introduce you to them because we are heading toward something that will involved them," Maria said. "We will talk about it later, but I had to tell you right away." "What was it you wanted to tell me?" she asked after I had regained my respiratory functions. "Oh, well... It's like it... er..." I started to say. "Oh there's Joshua, my baby!" said Maria interrupting me. A smiling young man was walking toward our table. "Josh, this is Mark, an old friend from high school. Mark, this is my son Josh," Maria said, introducing us. I stood up and shook his hand. Even meeting him for the first time, he looked so familiar that I felt that he was already an acquaintance. Genetics can do that. We were still exchanging greetings when Maria told us: "And here come my daughter, my first born." I was about to sit down when I turned my head toward the new comer. It was Janice. I missed the chair, ended up falling to the floor, hitting my head on a nearby table, and causing a little commotion. As stunned as I was, I was able to see that Janice was as surprised as me. She stood there mouth agape while Maria and Joshua were helping me back up. As soon as I was standing, Maria introduced me to Janice. "Janice, this is Mark, the man I told you about. Mark, this is Janice, my eldest," said Maria. We shook hands. I don't know how to describe exactly this supper. Awkward? Confusing? Nightmarish? All of the above? When Janice and I shook hands, we had an unspoken understanding to keep our relationship from Maria and Joshua. I am sure also that Maria didn't want to share right away the news about her pregnancy with her kids. And the revelation of Maria shed a new light over my relationship with Janice, her first born. Janice didn't know it yet, but I was her father. What a mess! I felt like crap. I was an unknowing creep, a pervert. I had slept and knocked up my own daughter. Could my life sink any lower than that? I was devastated. But now was not the time to talk about it. However these were many huge life-altering secrets to keep. Fortunately, there was Joshua, unaware of all the tension around the table. His easy-going personality made us all feel a bit better during the supper. He even teased me a bit about my relationship with his mother. It was nothing hurtful, just a bit of teasing that made me likes him a lot, but in my frame of mind, I was unable to answer in kind. Unfortunately, he was the first to leave, having to meet some friends later. After his departure, silence fell over our table. I love Maria. I had to come clean with what was happening with my life. But here was not the place. I asked if it would be agreeable to them to go to my apartment. Maria was unsure at first, but when Janice replied that it was a great idea, Maria accepted. We jumped in a cab. When I said the address, Maria had a weird look on her face. After all, it was the same address as her daughter's.