2 comments/ 5934 views/ 6 favorites A Dreamless Sleep By: Thejaybird Author's notes: This is my first attempt at writing a short story, please give both positive and constructive feedback and rate the submission at the conclusion of reading. I may also note that grammar is British English as opposed to American. Disclaimer: all people in this story are over the age of 18, characters are based on figments of my imagination; any resemblance to people true and living is purely coincidental. ***** I'm not even sure why I got on that plane. No, I lied. Subconsciously I knew the reason behind it. If there was any remote chance of seeing her again, I would take any necessary action. To hell with the consequences, I thought to myself. I first met her when I was in 4th grade. She was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. I know right, sounds corny. Can you blame me? I was 12 years of age; I hadn't seen much. She moved in with her grandparent's after being orphaned rather suddenly. A tragic car accident killing her mother and father instantly. The knowledge it was never meant to happen and the loss of life was due to a drunk driver, made the grief all the more consuming. Her name was Alison. She was seated next to me in science. We hit it off instantly, her being a bit of a tomboy and all, we could strongly relate to each other. From then on we were rarely separated. Like two peas in a pod. We would play tag, climb trees, ride bikes and talk about anything and everything. At the age of 16 everything started to change. I saw her differently. She was no longer that gangly little tomboy. She was developing into a woman. She was still the kind hearted, down to earth, charismatic girl, but her lanky figure had been traded in for a figure a supermodel would envy; dark red tresses, clear blue eyes, a subtle but mischievous smile, her breasts; a perfect handful, her hourglass figure emphasising the full curve of her womanly hips and that deliciously full arse. Her long toned legs tapered down perfectly to the most delicate calves and ankles. It hit me like a tonne of bricks. My best friend was gorgeous. I was hopelessly in love and lust with my best friend. Senior year was stressful; I was boxing and studying my arse off for the chance of a scholarship at one of the state's top universities. However, one day in senior year I noticed something different. She was withdrawn. This wasn't unusual as all the students were beginning to feel the pressure of impending exams. This time I knew it was more than that, I saw the bruises and her tender side, I saw the way she was limping and trying to keep a brave face. I asked her to tell me how it happened, but she came up with a weak excuse, telling me she tumbled down the stairs. Right? There was only one small set of stairs at her grandparents' house. It was highly improbable a fall from those steps would cause that much damage. I accepted the cover story however, I was internally sceptical and was vigilant for anymore scars or bruises. Weeks passed with the usual mundane activity. One afternoon after school I went over to her house, her grandparents were out, indicated by the absence of a car. As I approached, I heard yelling from her brother and the sound of Alison screaming. Then suddenly a dull thud and ear piercing crack. I hurriedly located the spare key and opened the door. There she was, unconscious with a severely broken arm. Incited by rage, I bashed the living shit out of her brother. My boxing skills came in handy; he would be nursing a broken jaw and a black eye for a few weeks. It turns out; all people deal with grief differently, this was his way apparently. He had become violent towards Alison whenever he was having a bad day and his grandparents weren't home. If she even breathed too loudly it could initiate an episode of rage. Like an epiphany, it all occurred to me. The days of sudden withdrawal and depression were accompanied by physical soreness. She always put it down to falls at gymnastics and stress of senior year and I never batted an eyelid. I was too absorbed in my own plans that I failed to protect the woman I loved. I rushed her to the hospital. A few hours after admission she was carted off into surgery to remodel the broken bone. I was told she would be fine, just tenderness from surgery on the forearm. I clearly remember her waking up. She instantly started wailing and sobbing. I consoled her. Her head was resting on my shirt, her tears washing away the anguish. She told me she never said anything because her brother was considered the golden child. He was school captain, athletic and crowned Dux. The grandparents would never even consider it. However, when the parents were away he would take out his frustration on Alison. He warned her with the threat of more violence if she told anyone. Fucking coward. At the conclusion of her stay, I informed my parents of her situation. They supported me one hundred percent in my plan. Dad was wealthy and had agreed to pay rent of an apartment close to the university if I was awarded a scholarship for boxing. I proposed Alison move in with me, just as roommates, rent free at the commencement of the New Year. And so it was. Alison decided to take a gap year and work two jobs to save up funds for University, while I commenced my first year majoring in business. Our schedules were different and opportunities for deep and meaningful conversation were scarce. However, every Friday night was the sacred pizza and movie night. Without fail every Friday we would snuggle on the couch, watch a movie and just talk. We would talk about anything from our deepest hopes, fears, and aspirations to the local sport news. Sometimes we would even stay silent. Words not necessary, just comfortable in each other's arms. Soul mates. These movie nights were a double edged sword for me. It was by far the best day of my week. In summer it became harder as the nightwear became skimpier. The pressing of her firm breasts and womanly hips would drive me or at least parts of me, to insanity. She would always notice the bulge in my lap and remark with a cheeky comment along the lines of, "someone is happy to see me." I'm almost certain she heard me many a time pleasuring myself at the conclusion of the movie nights. A year flew past and Alison was finally ready to commence her studies. In the end she picked the same bachelor as me, business. This meant we spent most of our time together, me teaching her the previous unit's material. I had no social life outside of university, but hey, I was spending more quality time with the woman I loved. I graduated two years later on a sunny February morning and was set to commence work at an accounting firm in early March. Life was hectic never the less, but Alison scheduled her timetable to enable me to pick her up every day after university. This wasn't exactly romantic, but any opportunity was a good one. Friday night movie nights were becoming more interesting, the cuddling more intimate and the mutual flirting more persistent. The following year it was her turn to graduate. I never felt prouder than to watch the girl who lived across the street from me, overcome so many difficulties to graduate and become the woman she was today. Our birthdays were within a week of each other and I decided to go all out for her 21st birthday and graduation present. I booked a fortnight off work and arranged a skiing holiday. We spent seven days on the snow and four days taking in the sights. It was like we were a couple. We would have snow fights, we found ourselves holding hands in public, the stares more frequent and hugs more intimate and increasing in duration. Near the conclusion of the trip I planned a day of extravagance. She was sent to a day spa. There she was pampered and got her hair and nails done. I had already ordered her evening gown. I took her measurements when she had worked late one night back home and I was sure she was going to look a million bucks. I spent the day visiting a friend in the area and with an hour till dinner I started to get ready. I must say I looked sharp. My lean boxer's physique filled out my charcoal grey suit quite nicely. Clean shaven. My navy tie and my clear blue eyes a sleek contrast to the grey of my suit. At 7:30 p.m. I was waiting outside the hotel when the limousine turned up. I was like a groom to be, a nervous wreck, heart hammering in my chest. She looked stunning. Her wavy hair flowed down to the midline of her bare back. Lipstick a rich red matching her natural hair colour perfectly. An elegant black dress with a moderate cleavage, but just enough to leave the rest to the imagination. The black material tracing the womanly curves of her generous hips and exquisite arse, cascading down to her three inch heels. Simply elegant. Upon seeing her dazzling smile and taking her arm in mine, I felt the nervous tension ease. This was my best friend, the same girl I grew up with. The uninterrupted views of the lake and mountains provided a romantic backdrop for a wonderful evening with great company. The fine Italian cuisine and service made the evening one of the more memorable of my life so far. We talked about anything and everything from sport to current love interests. We both admitted we had fallen for someone, but didn't want to disclose names. We made it back to the hotel room where we began to sway to the soft jazz music. Holding each other tightly. Our groins rubbing against each other. Her head resting on my chest. I could smell her sweet scent, a combination of her natural body odour, her perfume and her arousal. It was intoxicating. After the last song of the night I separated from her embrace and gazed into those amazing blue eyes that were so familiar to me. I leaned in and kissed those sumptuous red lips, chastely at first, transforming into something more passionate and lustful once her tongue traced over my lips. With every inch of willpower I possessed I turned her loose and whispered "sweet dreams Ali," giving her firm ass a parting caress and playful swat. Hours later, with my mind still in a whirl, I lay awake trying to process the information. And then I heard it, the faint moans and whimpers of a woman pleasuring herself. It was the most sensual and erotic thing I had ever heard. I thought I heard her call out my name. I wasn't going to take any chances; I would ask her out on a date in the following weeks after our return. Or so I planned... The funny thing with plans is they almost never run smoothly. This was not to be the exception. Two days after returning home Alison received a phone call; her grandma had suddenly had a heart attack and passed away. Her grandfather's health was also steeply declining, so it was decided she would move back in with him and permanently care for him. The funeral was a solemn occasion and we held hands for the entire service. After the wake she asked me to come back with her to the house to talk. She put her grandfather to bed, and then joined me to cuddle on the couch. She wept away all her grief and sorrow wrapped up in my arms. Her face pressed to my chest as I rubbed her back and attempted to soothe her. We must have sat there for hours, but I didn't care, there was nothing worse than seeing the girl who I loved, hurting like this. She turned me loose and stared deeply into my eyes as if trying to read my innermost thoughts. "Why are you so good to me James?" "Because a girl like you deserves to be happy." I sealed the goodbye with a soft kiss on the cheek. As I was leaving, she tugged me by arm. She wrapped her body against mine and said "don't leave James; I need someone to hold me tonight. I need you to tell me it's going to be all right." I sat there nervously biting my lip as Alison showered; thinking about the sleeping arrangements, I only had my suit. So against my better judgement, I slipped into bed nude. To my absolute horror she dropped the towel and slipped into bed without one stitch of clothing on her. Having a gorgeous redhead, cuddled up next to you is not normally a bad thing, but the circumstances were less than desirable. She shuffled in closer till her slender back was resting against my chest. My face was buried in her red tresses and my lips pursed to her neck. She purred and giggled as I gave her a light peck there. My member was nestled in between her thighs and the soft curls of her mound. I could feel the slight dampness of her sex pressing against my hard shaft. This only served to make me harder. "I'm so sorry Ali; I thought you would have slept with clothes on, I'll put my trunks on." "No, it's okay, I like it like this. It's nice to feel wanted." She turned her face and pressed her lips to mine. "Night James." "Goodnight sweetie." She let out a contented coo and placed my hand on her breast. Although I had dreamt of being in this situation millions of times, I did not dare to even move a muscle; she needed a companion not her best friend to try and put the moves on her. And so I dozed off to sleep, feeling more content than I had ever been. Funnily enough, I didn't dream that night, it always puzzled me as to why. Many years later I would find out the answer. Sometime during the evening I stirred. The bed suddenly felt a lot colder. I looked to where my bedside clock was and instantly panicked when I didn't see it. The setting and furniture was unfamiliar. Was it my imagination? I heard the cistern flush and realised I was at Ali's house. It wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. I was sharing Alison's bed. I glanced at my phone; 4:44 am, way too early, so I feigned sleep and tried to relax. I heard the footfalls and felt the mattress springs lightly compress. The warmth returned as Alison was returning to her usual position. Her backside pressed against my hips. My chiselled chest resting against her smooth, slender back. My hand cupping her breast. "I love you Jimmy," she whispered. My eyes fluttered open. She was asleep already. My heart started beating one thousand miles an hour. She said it. All this time I'd been afraid that I'd ruin our friendship if she didn't feel the same way. I was certain now; I'd ask her to be my woman in the near future, when the time was right. A few hours later I awoke to the grinding of her firm, toned body against mine. "Morning honey" I whispered. "mmmm. "Honey" I could get used to that." Suddenly the door was pushed open; her grandpa looked like he saw a ghost. "I'm sorry, I should knock next time." We were in a compromising position, clearly spooning with our clothes and various under garments spread out on the floor. The door was quickly closed and the distinct sound of footfalls filled the room. The silence was deafening. Alison let out a heavy sigh and said "I'll talk to him." She parted with a quick peck on the lips. A wave of relief washed over me, we were still okay. I decided to shower instead of getting involved in the family politics. After twenty minutes under the hot water I felt much better. It seemed to wash all the stress and tension away. That was to be short lived. As I gently opened the door, I heard the slight whisper of voices. "We weren't sleeping together, Grandpa." "I don't care; I don't want you to see him. I don't even want you to be friends. The only reason you were allowed to see him was your Nan and she's not here now. He's scum. He beat your brother within an inch of his life." "That's because he was beating me." "Bullshit, your brother would never do something like that. I'll never give James my blessing and that's the end of it." My heart sank; I closed the door softly, and slid my back down the wall, thudding onto the floor. Head in my hands; tears streaming down my face, my mind a mess. I heard the slam of a door and the soft sounds of Alison crying. I needed to get my shit together, she needed me. I sat on the bed and held her to me. After she calmed down I asked her what was wrong. "I just miss grandma that's all," she said. I knew the real reason, but she couldn't know that. I gave her a deep, soulful kiss and said "Goodbye Alison." I took her in, the way the sunlight framed her face, her gorgeous red hair, those amazing clear blue eyes, and that million dollar smile. After all it would be years till I saw her again, if not the last time. My mind was made, her grandfather was right; I wasn't good enough for her. So I decided to move interstate for a university offer. I had been considering returning to study for a while and had applied at various universities at home and interstate. This incident had made my mind up for me. There were exciting prospects in the field of sport and recreation. With a keen interest and participation in amateur boxing, strength and conditioning was of real interest to me. I decided to try and combine this with my previous business knowledge and hoped to eventually run my own chain of gymnasiums and fitness centres. I booked a flight out the next day, but there was one more thing to do before I could leave. Just before the cab pulled up I calmly walked over to that familiar house and placed a letter inside the mailbox. I turned my back on the greatest person I knew and headed to the airport. I can still remember every word I wrote, it read: Dear Alison, Right now I'm on a plane, probably somewhere above the ocean. I have decided to move interstate as I think it is in both our best interests. I heard you and your grandfather talking yesterday and realised he would never approve of us; I would not want to go against the wishes of a man, who has been a father to you for so many years. You are my soul mate and my best friend and I will always be in love with you, but we can't be together. I need time to think and ask if you could please refrain from contacting me as it will only make it more difficult for us. I want you to find a guy that makes you as happy as you make me. With all my love, James. And so it began, I started life again in a new city. I successfully found a job, doing administration and fitness promotion at a gym that promised to hire me as a personal trainer once I received my qualification. I did well at university trying to absorb myself in my studies and work, in an attempt to try and hide from my true feelings and emotions. I was naive enough to think I could even find an interesting co-ed and possibly start a stable relationship. Who was I kidding? Late at night my thoughts would only be consumed by Alison. Every night before I went to sleep, I would stare at my favourite picture of us, the one I attached to my letter. Both of us sitting in on the couch. She is sitting on my lap, my hands around her waist, our cheeks touching, both of us with cheesy grins plastered to our faces. Life went on; I made friends quite easily, but mostly superficial friends. Regular calls to my family back home were the only sense of connection I gained through my relationships. There were women, but none compared to my Alison. I eventually got my personal training accreditation and finished my degree in exercise science. I worked for a few years as a personal trainer and gained important contacts and learnt the tricks of the trade. I then decided to use this and my business knowledge to start up my own gym. It would be tough, but it was my baby, I was determined to make at least one thing work. It was slow going at first. The insurance for safety, indemnity and licencing proved to be a bigger hurdle than I anticipated. I recruited staff through my old university. I graduated with honours and had been asked to be a keynote speaker at careers seminars, and took on some of the brighter more interested students for work experience. This was my main method for recruiting reliable staff. Marketing was done by one of the part timers at my old gym and I soon found my clientele rapidly expanding. I not only catered to the overweight or usual gym junkies, but took on exercise programming and fitness for some up and coming athletes. It proved lucrative and I opened up a second gym at the age of thirty-four. A Dreamless Sleep I retired from instructing and oversaw and looked after the financial side of things. Life was now set in a steady rhythm and I was as content as I ever had been since moving here. Alison still consumed my thoughts, but I was happy in that I thought I did the right thing by her. I'd attempted to make various relationships work, but found I couldn't see myself spending the rest of my life with them. The sex was pleasurable, I learnt to please my woman in bed but I found the sex lacked intimacy and connection. I also felt as if I was cheating on Alison every time I took a woman to bed, so I decided to steer clear. I settled with the reality of never being able to be with the woman I loved and got on with my life. One day after finishing an audit at the gym I was riding home when disaster struck. It was quite wet and visibility of my motorbike helmet was quite poor. The visor started fogging up and there were droplets of water constantly sliding down my visor. I was negotiating a sharp corner on a steep hill when it happened, my front wheel dropped into a pothole and I lost control. As a result, I was flung over the handlebars hitting my head on the road and slid sideways into the guardrail. I ended up with a severe concussion, a broken collarbone and two broken ribs. I remember going over the bars. It was like slow motion, a life altering event about to happen. Thoughts were running through my head a million miles an hour. Is this it? Is that car behind me going to stop in time? Was I happy with what I achieved in my life? I knew the answer to the last question instantly. I shut my eyes tightly and braced for impact. And then I hit the concrete... I woke up a week later, having been placed in an induced coma for some time. My head felt like a truck ran over it. I then felt the agonising pain when breathing and realised I must have broken a few ribs. My shoulder was in a sling. Upon realising I was in the hospital, I called for a nurse. He filled me in on the eyewitness account of my crash and the extent of my injuries. He also said he would notify my next of kin that I woke up. It was my co-owner of one of the gyms. I didn't feel quite at ease with that; if I died the person to be notified would be a work colleague, someone who only knew me on a superficial level. At thirty seven, I made plans to sell both of my gyms to my co-owner. I was coming back home. The accident was like an epiphany, I wasn't truly happy, I was sure of that. I hit my head severely and was lucky to avoid brain damage, the two ribs I broke could have easily punctured my lung and my collarbone didn't need any major surgery. The doctor said there must be a reason I was still alive. Guilt and realisation set in over my actions those many years ago. Part of me felt like I did the right thing, but Alison was a grown woman, it was her decision too. The grandparents couldn't see the harm the brother caused to Alison because he was placed on a pedestal and was labelled the golden child. I got in touch with one of my old school friends whose wife worked with Alison at the same accounting firm and got me her address. I sent her a sincere letter of apology, it read: Dearest Alison, I would like to sincerely apologise for my actions sixteen years previous. I thought I was acting in our mutual best interests; however, I see it was cowardly and it hurt you. You were an adult too; I should have discussed it with you. I am by no means trying to excuse my behaviour, but I think it was because I felt inadequate for you. How could a woman as beautiful and kind-hearted as you be interested in me? I put all the flirting and affection down to your cheeky nature and frustration due to the immature guys you were "supposed" to be dating. I never did find someone to settle down with and share my life with. I think it's because I will always be in love with you. I'm an entrepreneur and run two gyms over here, but am considering moving back home. Life isn't the same when you're away from family and friends, and it gets lonely. I sincerely hope you have found all the happiness you deserve in life. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I wanted to let you know how I truly felt. Love always, James. True to form I did not receive a reply. I didn't expect too. I fucked it up pretty severely. I did feel better now that I had expressed my true feelings to the person I held most dear to me. After my 8 weeks of rest and rehabilitation I decided to head back to work and begin tying up my loose ends. I lined up another personal training job at home, I didn't really need a job with the funds I would get from the sale of the two gyms and the shares I had in the stock market. However, I needed to do something to pass the time, and a source of meaning in my life. I searched for housing online and focussed on various apartments surrounding my old area. On the weekends I would fly down to inspect the properties of interest. I settled with a luxurious bungalow; I bought it outright, a two bedroom apartment with a luxurious bathroom attached to the master suite. It was only a few minutes' walk from the beach and was only three suburbs over from my parent's old house, everything was familiar. It's funny the way life happens. Some call it luck, some call it fate, some believe it is the work of a higher power, others say chance; the way the most insignificant decisions redirect our total life route. I checked my mail just before departing my old house for the final time and was surprised to find a hand written letter addressed to me. The handwriting definitely wasn't feminine, I could tell you that much. As it turned out it was twenty years since our high school class graduated and a reunion would be held the next month. If there was any chance I could see Alison again, I would be there for certain. It was settled, I wasn't going to miss it for anything short of being put on my death bed. The next month proved rather hectic; furnishing the new apartment, unpacking boxes and settling in back at work. The days seemed to drag on with the knowledge I may see Alison again. I felt like a child on Christmas, the anticipation, almost too much. At forty I was in great shape and incredibly successful. I was keen to prove wrong those who said I would amount to nothing; the sweet satisfaction. The day had arrived. It felt like the clock hands were frozen. Eventually clock off time came by and I headed home to get ready. After all the particulars were addressed, I suited up. I was happy I still filled out that same suit from seventeen years ago just as well now as I did then. I checked my Rolex, Seven on the dot. Moments later the cab pulled up and I was off, possibly more nervous than that night many years ago. As I walked in I felt the eyes of the room burn into me, I tried to hide the smug look on my face and quickly found a friend I had kept in contact with. The night was better than I expected, many had mellowed out and were genuinely interested in the direction each of our lives had taken. True to form, some had not changed and were still arrogant and narcissistic as ever. This was evident as many of the ex-cheerleaders commented on my Rolex immediately after exchanging pleasantries. Typical gold diggers. I tracked down the woman who worked at Alison's firm and made a beeline. She was also the wife of my friend, so I thought it was only polite to say hello. It was genuinely good to see her and I was happy for my old friends as they seemed truly happy with their life at this stage. I asked about her job and subtly enquired whether Alison would be attending this evening. "Not that I know of, the last time I heard she was travelling in Europe and would be arriving back this Sunday." My heart sunk, this was the most probable outcome, but it still hurt. I headed to the bar with the intention of drowning my sorrows. I was two drinks when I considered going home. Drinking away my problems wasn't going to work. "Hello James." I almost choked on my rum and started spluttering. It had to be her. That same sultry voice, confusion wracked my brain. I turned stunned, like a deer in the headlights. I took her in, she was ravishing, wearing that same seductive dress, her hair still a rich red. She had aged elegantly and looked even more beautiful in my honest opinion. That trademark smile and her toned womanly figure, not much had changed. She concealed a smirk and sat down next me. "Last time I checked the gentleman should buy the woman a drink." My face turned a crimson red, like a teenager after their first kiss. As the waiter approached I asked for a glass of red. She smiled, impressed I still remembered. We sat in silence for a few minutes. She flashed me that mischievous smile and said, "This has to be the longest time period of time you've gone without talking." I laughed and put it down to nerves as I didn't actually think this would happen. At that moment that same song that played that seventeen odd years ago rang out from the speakers. "If you dance with me to our song, maybe I can clear a few things up for you," she whispered. We took our spot on the dance floor. She placed my hands on her hips and hooked her arms around my neck and pulled me in close. "I was so angry with you when you left. You were the only guy that treated me better than a piece of arse or a punching bag. You were so sweet; all those years ago when we kissed in the hotel room you didn't pressure me. You let me get comfortable with the transformation of our friendship into something more, maybe even lovers. When grandma died, you were there for me, you helped me through it. We were spooned up naked next to each other and you didn't try anything. I would have done anything, being that vulnerable and lonely, and you knew it and respected me. Grandpa didn't approve, but I didn't care. I knew the real reasoning behind it and it was good enough for me. I was in love with you. When I received the letter I rushed across to your apartment, but you were gone, I tried calling but you changed the number. I slipped into a depression and was bitter with the world. You were my best friend. I had a few boyfriends, none of them worked out, I couldn't commit. I didn't want to admit it, but it was because I was still in love with you. I travelled, backpacking through Europe, Canada and America. I eventually settled down and started working at Claire's accounting firm. I got your letter a few months ago and broke down after I read it, although you hurt me so much I instantly forgave you. I saw the invitation and changed the dates of my flights so I could attend in hopes that you would be here." I silenced her with a kiss, it was one of passion, tongues caressing and teasing. She moaned into my mouth and pulled away. She brought her lips to my ear and whispered "Public sex isn't really a big turn on for me, should we get out of here?" I chuckled and whispered "you're right, let's go back to my apartment." We couldn't keep our hands off each other for the five minute ride in the cab. Twenty five years of desire boiled over; her hands stroked over my abs and my now rock hard cock, as my hands explored the contours of her toned but curvy body. Running my fingertips over her breasts and sides and the sweeping curves of her hips. Feather light touches tracing down from those perfect peach shaped cheeks down to her petite ankles and feet. I paid the cab driver with a $50 note and said keep the change. I opened the passenger door and swept her up in my arms, she giggled with surprise and called me a fool, as I took her to my front door. As soon as I turned after locking the door she pounced on me. She kissed me passionately and began to clumsily unbutton my coat and trousers. No regard was held to my tie and shirt, however; as buttons were sent flying everywhere. I pinned her up against the wall and instructed her to lift her arms as I swiftly pulled the dress off her. There we were, her topless and in only a very sheer, lacy black thong, looking completely innocent and in total surrender; and I completely naked, more turned on and harder than I had ever been in my life. I nibbled her neck softly, her back arched as her whole body quivered. I looked deep into those clear blue eyes and said "I love you Alison." She replied "I love you James. Now take me to bed and make love to me", and I happily obliged. I placed one hand on each firm cheek and lifted her so her legs hooked around my waist. I walked her to the master bedroom, where I positioned my hand behind her head and softly placed her down on the king sized bed. I sat with knees astride of her torso and took all my weight on my elbow and legs. We began to passionately kiss, my lips trailing further south to her neck. I showered her with butterfly kisses, from her throat to her earlobe. Nibbling, kissing, licking and sucking in the gentlest way possible in an attempt to memorise her body by smell and touch. Once there I whispered to her my affection, "You look more beautiful than ever.." She moaned and begged for my hands and mouth to go lower. "Please James. Please, I need you." Respecting the wishes of my beautiful lady, I did as requested. I cupped both her breasts and gently squeezed those perfect orbs. Her areolas were large and slightly darker than her pale pink nipples. I began kissing the creamy white tops of her breasts and worked my way down as my mouth created a moist trail down her left breast; while my right hand caressed and stroked her right orb. Both actions were performed simultaneously with just enough pressure to turn the contact from a tickle to a loving caress. When I reached her areola, I kissed and licked around without touching it, paying close attention to the bottom and sides of her breast with my nose, lips, and tongue. Her shallow breathing and soft whimpering told me she was enjoying it. I went in for the kill and covered her nipple with my mouth. I began to suckle with gentle pressure while my tongue frantically traced over her distended nipple. Sensing her heightening pleasure I traversed lower, continuing to bestow wet, sweet kisses over every inch of her body at a gentle pace. My nose gently sliding along her smooth belly while my fingers caressed from the side of her breasts to those curvaceous hips and that luscious behind. I kissed and licked over the sheer material of her thong, my ministrations tapering with her natural "v". I nuzzled my nose and cheek over the small tuft of silky, ginger hair, breathing in her fragrance. I placed soft kisses and wet licks over the thin material covering the puffy engorged lips of her pussy, bypassing her clit. My mouth continued to trail kisses down each leg from her inner thighs to her ankle and back up. Her breathing became shallow with anticipation as I licked and kissed my way from the back of her knees to the wet lips of her sex. "Please James, eat me", she cried. She had endured the sweet torture long enough, so I went about removing her thong with my teeth. The smell of her arousal was like an addictive drug. I couldn't help myself, I had to taste her. I took one slow lick. From just below her pussy to her clit, savouring the taste of the woman I had desired for so long. I took her clit into my mouth, gently flicking my tongue over it. Her head was thrashing back and forth in a state of sexual Nirvana. My continual kissing and sucking of her little nubbin was pushing her fast towards the edge, so I slipped two fingers inside while I increased the suction on her clit. This set her off like a geyser; instantly the unmistakable moans and whimpers I'd heard those 17 years ago filled the room. My face was flooded with her orgasmic juices as I tried in vain to savour all her sweet nectar. After Alison came down from her climax I placed a gentle kiss on her pussy and kissed up her body yet again, stopping at her navel and neck. She took my head in her hands and kissed me fiercely. She bit my neck hard, grabbed my already throbbing cock and whispered "I need this in me." I shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and pain. She sat astride me and instructed me to lean against the headboard. Squatting gracefully over my hardened member, she looked me in the eye and bit her lip as she rubbed my cock head over her wet slit. Nothing could prepare me for the sensation I felt next as I felt my cock head disappear between her moist velvet folds. We moaned in unison as she impaled herself on me and took in my full length. She leaned in and placed her forehead against mine, our noses touching. Slowly she began to move her hips in a circular motion, gently grinding her delicious quim against my cock. We were kissed passionately amongst the laboured breathing. This wasn't just two people fucking; this was two people making love. The focus was not to reach climax but instead to linger intimacy; memorising the sensation of being joined as one body, to quench the mutual desire of lust and love after 17 years. Gradually she began to slide up and down. She was so tight. Her walls gripped me like a velvet glove. The pleasure enhanced by the knowledge this was my soul mate and the woman I truly loved. I placed my hands on her hips and caressed her side. She offered me a breast and I willingly sucked her nipple into my mouth. She held my head to her breast as she slowly thrusted those wide hips. Our mutual sighs and moans filled the room. As we both approached a mutual climax we looked deeply into each other's eyes and whispered our innermost thoughts to each other. "I love you honey." "I love you too Alison." "Yes, yes. Ahhhhh, So good James." "I'm going to cum, cum inside me James, cum with me James." Her words were like a trigger, a mental climax; shockwaves of pleasure shot from my brain through my body and pushed me over the edge. I pumped my seed deep into her as I held her close and rubbed her back soothingly. It was the most powerful and satisfying climax of my life. The throbbing of my cock pushed her over the edge, her climax took hold. With every contraction of her pussy, my seed was milked from my cock. We kissed softly and held each other as we came down from our mutual climax. Alison placed her head on my chest as we declared our love for each other once more. Strangely, I didn't dream that night, and now I know why for certain. I didn't have to fantasise about being with the woman I loved, she was right next to me.