13 comments/ 15263 views/ 14 favorites A Gap Between Love By: scotjock1 Mia Waskowski, was sat on a London bus bound for the West end of the city. It would have been any other mid-day journey on the bus, but today was different. Amy was clutching the phone to her ears, quietly crying as her boyfriend dumped her over the phone, and had even told her he had cleared out of her bank account and taken all of her savings. She knew this scrambling for her purse, and noticed her card was gone and that he always knew what her PIN was for the account. Most people on the bus ignored the young, pale, beautiful blonde locked girl. She was crying away, wearing the same clothes she had left the house in that day. A long white dress, with a denim waist-coat that was loose and unbuttoned. One man was watching, and hearing her pleading to her shit-bird of a boyfriend not to take her only savings, for them to talk things over, and of course not run off with one of her female friends as he had told her over the call. Ryan Daley was watching, man in his late thirties with balding hair and a thick brown beard covering his jaw. He was a former Police officer, now working in the private security industry in the UK as a security guard and bouncer. He was on his way home that day on the bus, from a long 12-hour long shift at an empty building that was once a hotel that required around-the-clock security for some reason. He shouldn't have noticed, but he saw the young girl's plight and already held a burning hatred for her ex-boyfriend. "Please Michael don't do this, it's all the money I have. It'll take weeks for the bank to pay me it back." But before she could plead some more, her defiant ex-boyfriend ended the call and the knowledge of her savings being gone, and her boyfriend leaving her took hold. She began to weep, holding the phone in her lap in a loose grip. Time passed, but her weeping and cries were audible throughout yet no one intervened. That was the trouble that gnawed at Ryan's heart strings. He wanted to help this girl, when no one else seemed intent on helping her. However it was that moment three young men came onto the bus, all wearing hooded tops, baseball caps obscuring their faces and Ryan had heard them downstairs arguing with the bus driver about the cost of their fares. Both way they were upstairs now, and walking along the aisle when they noticed Mia weeping. One of the boys was checking her out, saying something in whispers to his friends who laughed along. One of them, a white youth sat next to her abruptly and put his arm along the bar of the two-chairs behind her shoulders. It was intrusive, Ryan saw that these young men were taking advantage of her predicament. Ryan watched cautiously, and overheard the youth sat next to the girl, pressing in closer to her. "What's wrong babe, boyfriend making you unhappy?" Ryan noticed the girl was uncomfortable, pulling her shoulders into her neck to avoid contact with the young man. "Please leave me alone." It was almost a whisper, but Ryan heard her. The youth sat next to her put his hand on her thigh above the dress, and she cringed and pulled away from him against the wall of the bus. The other boys laughed, at their friend's embarrassing rejection. He didn't seem happy, and his face screwed in anger. He moved in close to Mia, and whispers were said. Mia pulled away in fear, and that was when Ryan had had enough of the situation and stood up putting down his laptop bag and shoulder bag. Ryan was wearing a suit as to be expected for his work and job in private security, he was dressed all in black including his ironed shirt. He walked along the aisle, and grabbed the youth sat next to Mia by the scruff of his hooded top and yanked him from Mia's side onto his feet. "Fuck off now, or I'll break your fucking legs." The threat was harsh, like the ones Ryan gave to unruly punters and drinkers when working as a bouncer. The youths looked at the man, as did Mia thinking he looked like nothing that they could take him together. But Ryan's demeanor, even the way he stood told them he was more than what he looked like, he was in a fighting stance staring down at them with his fists at his sides. "Did I fucking stutter, do you want broken fucking legs?" The threat worked, sensing this wasn't just a Joe-blog man they could kick to death or within inches of his life without a fight on their hands, they backed down cursing at him as they went downstairs and got off at the next stop. "Fucking idiots." Ryan said as he saw Mia stop cringing, and sit properly again. "Are you alright love?" He asked her in his strong Northern accent. Mia wiped away some tears and nodded, and put on a brave smile. Ryan didn't want to leave her in her plight alone, as everyone else on-board the bus had and went to get his stuff, to sit in the seat in front of her to not make her uncomfortable as the youths had. "You alright kid?" He asked her again, and saw her slowly look up at him with piercing hazel eyes, still moist with tears. "I have had a bad day, that's all." Ryan snorted. "Yeah looks like that, we all have them." Mia looked away out of the window for a moment. "So you and your boyfriend must have had a bad break-up." Mia looked at him sternly, in fear he was about to scold her for having a private conversation on a bus in front of many people. "We don't get to choose where we have that conversation, for a break-up. It can happen anywhere, on buses, at home or in the street. We don't get to choose who overhears the details." Mia smiled, and even giggled at his comment because he seemed right to her about the matter. "He took all my fucking money, all of my savings. I have nothing." Ryan put down his laptop bag once more, and looked at Mia. "Do you have a place to stay, with family or something?" Mia laughed. "I was living with the arsehole." Ryan smiled, understanding the predicament she was in all too well. "Ah that does present some problems." Mia grinned. "Yeah, it does a bit." Ryan leaned back against the wall of the bus. "What about family, do you have anyone you can call and stay with?" Mia sighed. "Everyone I know is outside of the city, and my family weren't' all too happy with me being with him in the first place. My father would want me to suffer, to see the error of my ways as it were." Ryan knew the sort of fathers like that, regardless of what his daughter or son had done, he would have taken them in and gave them a bed, if he ever would have kids that is. "So what are you going to do? Stay on the bus all day, find some doorway you can sleep in for the evening?" Mia didn't know how to answer that, the idea had crept into her mind in sleeping the night in the big, famous parks of the city. But then some were well known for Dogging, and other nightly activities. Mia turned to look out of the window, wondering where her life was going to go now. "I have a spare bedroom, with a key. You can lock the door yourself, I have no other keys that can open that door." Mia turned and listened, surprised at such an offer from this man. "It would give you a place to lay down your head, get a few hours' sleep and be able to think things through carefully." Mia looked at the man, he looked old enough to be her father with his balding head. But he was big, built, like a man or a bear with his thick beard and brown eyes. "Why? Why would you even offer me something like this? You don't even know me." Ryan sighed. "Honey, if I took everyone at face value I'd be a lonely person. I see your situation, and I want to help. The room can be locked from the inside, so you have nothing to worry about. No question of payment will ever come up. I am just lending you a helping hand, so how about it?" Mia didn't know what it was, but the man seemed warm, genuine, and a good man. It was dangerous taking up such an offer from a stranger, but if she had the key to the room she could lock herself inside safely and not worry about anything. "Do you live locally?" Ryan nodded. "Two more stops, you ready?" He asked her, sure her answer had been a yes and his offer was taken up on. Mia nodded, she had nothing to lose. She stood, and they collected their things before climbing downstairs on the two-story bus and when the bus reached the stop, they got off. The walk was short, nothing was said as Mia watched the man from a distance as he took her towards a small block of apartments. They went upstairs to the fourth floor, and the man opened the front door of his apartment and stepped inside. Mia followed him, and inside she saw the apartment was spacious, and well-decorated. It was then that she noticed it was quite a homely home, with touches of a feminine mind. She wondered them if the man was married, or even had kids. There were three bedrooms, two of them were open and Ryan turned to them. "I have two spare bedrooms, one has a bed. The other I use for storage." Mia saw the locked bedroom door, and assumed that was his bedroom. "Is that your room that you share with your wife?" Mia asked. Ryan said nothing for a moment, and looked at the locked door, and gently touched the finger where he once wore a wedding band. "Yeah, I used to share the room with her." Mia smiled. "Is she out or something?" Mia sensed something was not right, and thought perhaps he was a divorcee maybe. "Are you divorced?" Ryan swung his head. "Widow." Ryan slowly touched the finger he used to wear his wedding band on, up to about a year ago when from his friends and family's advice, decided to move on and take the ring off. It had been five years since Claire's death, from Cancer. Ryan hadn't moved on, and for the four years following her death he always wore his wedding ring. He never lasted long on blind dates set up by his friends or family, he didn't seem interested in moving on and starting dating again. Only a year ago did he even begin to move his thoughts away from her, and to his life as a whole. They had never had kids, and had been married for ten years. As the Cancer worsened, they were unable to have kids. Mia swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry." Ryan smiled, half-heatedly. "Not to worry, right the shower and toilets are in there. I'll get you a towel, and you can use that. The kitchen is in there, feel free to anything in the fridge." Ryan extended his hand out to Mia. "I'm Ryan, by the way." Mia smiled, and shook his hand. "Mia." Slowly the handshake ended, and smiling Ryan took her into the spare room. There wasn't much inside, except a made bed and one chest of drawers near the window. It was all she wanted, from kindness of this man. Ryan left her in the room, to put his things away and get changed into his house clothes from his suit. She took off her denim waist-coat and put it on the bed in a folded pile. Slowly she sat down on the bed, and looked out of the door of the room to see Ryan going into the room that had the door shut. She thought back to his wedding band, how he touched where he once wore his wedding ring. The door shut behind him, and after a moment Mia decided to go into the lounge and see the rest of the house she was allowed to see. Walking into the lounge, she saw a large flat-screen television positioned on the wall, and a coffee table between a small sofa and a lounge chair. Her eyes wandered, and she saw the walls of the lounge seeing framed photographs, and even certificates. She walked over to inspect them further, and saw the photographs were of a raven-haired woman with blue eyes cuddling up to Ryan, or in loving poses together. There were photographs of them together on holiday, together at home and at parties with family and friends. She was very beautiful, Mia thought. Then Mia saw the rest of the frames held photographs of Ryan in a Police uniform, including the old-fashioned Bobby Hat that Police officers were in the UK. In his tunic, black gloves and pressed trousers he stood in front of the emblem of the Metropolitan Police Service in London, it was the day he had passed training and become a cop. There were numerous commendations, medals for his efforts on duty and photographs of high-ranking officers presenting the commendations to him. He was younger in the photograph, when he became an officer. He had a full head of black hair, and clean shaven. He was in his early twenties in that photograph, and now Ryan was almost forty. Mia heard the bedroom door open, and Ryan exit his bedroom. She was almost afraid to be caught by Ryan snooping around the house, but he simply smiled at her walking into the lounge wearing a loose pair of bottoms and a baggy, plain black t-shirt. "You were a cop?" Mia asked him smiling. "Once, a while ago." Ryan crossed his arms smiling. Mia smiled. "You have a lot of photographs, and medals." Ryan grinned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Too many to count, but they haven't done much for me since." Mia wandered over to the lounge chair and sat down in it, staring at Ryan. "What do you mean?" Ryan smiled, and for a moment stared at the wall then spoke. "Well it almost cost me my marriage, and when I left they threw me aside. I didn't have much to show for my years of service, even now." Mia nodded, rubbing her hands. "Saw too many things, and then they threw me aside as if I was a soiled rag." Mia looked into his deep, brown eyes and spoke. "How long were you married, to your wife?" Ryan nodded. "We married young, in our twenties. We were married for ten years, or about that. I was already a cop before we married, and two years after she passed I resigned." "I'm sorry." Ryan smiled again, warmly. "Not your fault, love." A few moments passed in silence, the lounge deadly quiet so Ryan turned on the television and put it on some comedy programme. "Are you hungry?" Ryan asked her. Mia looked up, thinking he was going to cook something for them or something. Maybe she could help him with the cooking, to thank him. "A bit." Mia laughed. Ryan grinned. "I'm too tired to cook, and I think you are too. Do you want to order out?" Ryan leaned over the couch to retrieve a pile of take away and fast food menus that did deliveries. Mia was happy, and leaned out to look at the menus. Eventually they decided on pizza, and Ryan called up the establishment to give their order. Mia wanted a meat fest pizza, with added mushrooms. Ryan didn't mind that, and ordered along with it a portion of garlic bread and a bottle of Cola. They watched some re-runs of How I Met Your Mother, and eventually the food arrived and they ate. The question of paying for the meal never came up, and Mia was able to enjoy the meal with Ryan comfortably. The food was soon finished, and they now sat next to each other on the one sofa. Noticing she still had on her ankle boots, she removed them and sat on the couch. About an hour passed, and she fell asleep. She felt someone shaking her shoulder gently, and she woke to see Ryan smiling. "You're falling asleep love, come on to bed." Slowly with Ryan helping her up from her seat he walked her to her bedroom, and Ryan showed her the only key for the room so she could lock the door. "Any problems, don't worry about waking me up just come and get me." Mia smiled, and thanked Ryan who smiled and he left her to go and turn off the lights and television before going into his own bedroom. I guess the idea of staying just one night was the plan, but she stayed longer. Two Weeks Later Two weeks had passed since Ryan had offered Mia a room for the night, but she had stayed for almost two weeks now. Ryan hadn't asked for a penny in payment, but didn't have to. With his help Mia was able to get her savings returned to her by her bank by the end of the first week, but with how enjoyable it was staying with Ryan she decided to pay for food and some utilities for her room. Ryan didn't complain, he had someone he could talk to, and listen to which they did at length at night together. He missed that with Claire, they both listened and talked to one another. One night, Ryan said he was tired of ordering out for them both, and since he had the next day off from work and Mia was free too from her job, Ryan asked Mia if she wanted to go for a meal out at a restaurant together. By this time Mia was able to also get into her ex-boyfriend's apartment, with the Police to get her things she had left there, including clothes and belongings. Her ex-boyfriend had fled, knowing the Police were looking for him for taking Mia's savings. So now Mia had her own clothes in her room, and felt comfortable. "You really want to go out and eat with me?" Mia asked him surprised. "Sure why not, it's better than another greasy pizza." Mia smiled with her beautiful smile, and her strawberry blonde hair curled framing her pale cheeks. So it was decided, Ryan gave her an hour to prepare and he'd sort out some reservation at a local eatery he knew of. For some reason Mia felt ecstatic, happy even at going out for a meal. Michael had almost never taken Mia out for a meal, ever. He preferred take away food delivered to the door. That was one of the things that was missing in their relationship, a lack of passion perhaps from both of them. When he never made the effort to be romantic or spontaneous she almost didn't bother herself, in a way the day they broke up two weeks ago was meant to happen she thought. She wanted to look nice for their meal, and began to go through her clothes. She remembered she had a lovely cream cotton dress her grandmother had bought her, and drew it up to her body to inspect herself in the mirror. Mia didn't even bother locking the bedroom door anymore, not after the first few days she began to feel safe around Ryan. He was a man, but not a pervert at least. Something caught her eye in the mirror, and she gently laid down the lovely dress on the bed to look at herself. Mia was only 21, and still had a few more months before she reached her twenty second birthday. She was naturally pale, being that her parent's lineage went back to Russia, her great grandparents had immigrated to London at the turn of the century, and every girl born in the family had a natural pale complexion, and hazel eyes. Her hair was strawberry blonde, and it naturally blended with her pale complexion beautifully. Mia turned sideways to inspect her chest, and tummy. She was naturally small chested, it was a curse to her a teenager but she had grown into the fact now. Pressing her hand to her lean, almost flat tummy she inspected her young body. Wondering why Michael had grown bored of her, before he had dumped her. Was she no longer attractive to him, or to any men? It was a senseless thought, but it played on her mind. Slowly she undressed, changing her underwear into a pair of white panties. She was naked in her room, and inspecting her own body she knew she was attractive, and could be to a man. Then the thought arose, did Ryan find her attractive in any way? She hadn't caught him leering in the last two weeks, nor was he being perverted or anything to make her feel like he wanted her, or maybe he was being like that to not make her feel uncomfortable around him. For some reason, the idea of perhaps trying to see if he would leer tonight even once made her feel better. He was a man, a good man but a man no less. He would want her, could he? She decided to wear a pair of cream colored tights to go with her dress, and slipped the dress on next without a bra. But the dress wasn't slutty, or have a deep V-neck drop at the front it only showed her throat slightly. Slipping on a pair of heels, she grabbed her hand-bag and stepped out of her room nervously as she waited for Ryan who was already ready. A Gap Between Love He smiled, and when he saw her she could have sworn he had stopped breathing for a brief moment. "You look-very beautiful, I mean nice Mia." Ryan had corrected himself, in fear that calling her beautiful would make her feel uncomfortable. "Thank you, you look very nice yourself." Mia could barely say the words, as her chest heaved and she found it hard to focus. Ryan was wearing a suit like he would at work, but minus the tie. He had also shortened his thick beard down to a stubble now. "Shall we?" He asked her, gaining his breath back and she smiled back. She walked over to him carefully in her heels, and slid her arm through his and they stepped out of the apartment and made their way downstairs. Ryan didn't have a car, but had ordered a mini-cab to take them both to the restaurant. The mini-cab was waiting, and Ryan even helped Mia into the backseat and slid in himself. They were soon outside a very fancy, Italian restaurant about fifteen minutes away in the cab. Mia smiled contently, that Ryan hadn't actually meant a meal out at somewhere like a fast-food place but an actual, restaurant. A romantic restaurant even, Mia thought surprised. Inside they were seated by a waiter, and the young man asked them both what they wanted for drinks. Ryan looked at Mia, letting her choose for herself. "I'll have a glass of red wine, please." Mia said smiling, handing the drinks menu back to the waiter. He then turned to Ryan. "I'll have a beer, a bottle of Stella." The waiter smiled taking the final menu, and disappearing to get their drinks. Mia carefully pushed a curled strand of her hair from her face, and then noticed Ryan look at her before looking away soon after. Well it seemed Ryan found her attractive tonight that was clear. She smiled gently. Slowly they began to talk about work, and stuff that had happened that day. "You look very nice tonight, Mia." Mia smiled, her warm red lips smiling at him. "Thank you, you look very manly tonight." The two laughed as their drinks were delivered, and Mia slowly sipped her fragrant red wine. Ryan took a few small mouthfuls of his bottle of beer. Mia wanted to know something from Ryan, about him and this moment was the best chance she was going to get to ask him. "Ryan, why did you help me that day? I want to know why." Ryan stared at her for a moment, then to his bottle of a beer. "I don't like—a woman to be put in a position like the one you were in that day. Everything taken from her, dumped by an arsehole who doesn't see how lucky of a man he really is. I just didn't want to see you unhappy." At his last words, Ryan coughed awkwardly and drank his beer. "You're a very protective, kind man Ryan. Your wife, Claire was lucky to have you, I mean that." By this time Claire, Ryan's wife had come up a few times in conversation to the point now that Ryan could talk to her about his deceased wife. Ryan smiled shyly. Claire drank her wine. "How did you two meet, you and your wife I mean?" Ryan smiled. "That's an awkward story." Mia grinned, and gently nudged his foot with her heel under the table. "Come on, tell me." Ryan conceded. "Well I was on patrol the day I met her, and we got a call to a woman who had locked herself out of her house. I still have no idea to this day how such a call went through to the Police, even to me and my colleague. Anyway we went to the house, to give the woman a talking to about wasting Police time to get her back into her home, when she could have called a locksmith." Mia giggled, loving Ryan's humor. "So we get there, and there was still beautiful raven haired woman in her twenties screaming hysterically for us to break down her door to let her in, as her cat was inside and hadn't been fed in a few hours. I was the one to talk to her, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't shout at her, belittle her for calling us out. My colleague, he would later tell me I had a soft spot for her from the start. So I took out my baton, and with her consent smashed the small window pane of her front door, and unlocked the door by its knob inside. So we get inside, and it's now that I have to tell her she cannot call the Police out again for something as small as this. I ended up blurting out how I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, and hadn't even brought up the reprimand for what she had done. She burst out laughing, and I thought she would reject me and my interest but instead she just smiled and we got talking while my colleague was outside, and we exchanged numbers. That night I called her, and from there we went on together. Two years later we were married, and well you know the rest." Ryan went quiet at his final words, meaning when she passed on. Mia smiled, but nodded. "That's beautiful, a perfect way to meet someone. When you know when you see them, all of that anger you may have towards them is gone replaced by attraction, romance. It's unique." Mia added giggling, and sipping her wine more taking a mouthful. "I wish Michael had been like that, the way we first met was nothing even close to romantic and spontaneous." Ryan smiled, putting his half-finished beer bottle on the table. "So how did someone as nice as you meet that little rat then?" Mia laughed, almost spurting the wine from her mouth onto the table at his reference to Michael as being a rat. "God, you hit the nail on the head with that name for him. God, well it wasn't romantic. We met through a friend, but we didn't go for a meal or anything like this and instead we all went to a fast-food chicken shop together. I like tonight wore a dress like this under the impression it would have been just me and him, in a romantic setting. All I got was him and his friends competing to see who could eat the most chips in thirty seconds, and he was already drunk when I met him. So everything was missing, everything like tonight was not present with him." Ryan was resting his face on his arm on the table, but his eyes were alert, awake, and responsive. It was how he made it clear to someone, he wanted to hear more. "So the rat didn't even treat you to a proper meal, try to seduce you, court you even." Mia grinned, and rotated her delicate ankles under the table and her heel gently touched Ryan's leg softly. Mia looked into his eyes deeply for a moment, and then she broke away pulling her foot away when she recognized what she was doing. "So why did you keep seeing him after?" Mia didn't know why she did keep seeing him after for almost two years, maybe it was ease or she just felt like not trying to find someone else. "I don't know really, I guess I was stupid, head strong to think he would change and he didn't." Ryan nodded, seeing Mia lost in thought staring at her wine glass. "His fucking loss, you're perfect for any man. If he didn't see that, he'll regret it for life." Mia smiled, and it was then the waiter came over to take orders for food. Ryan ordered Spaghetti and Mia ordered a vegetarian Lasagna. Mia noticed in those brief moments when they didn't talk, how beautiful of a man Ryan was. Sure he was older, almost hitting forty but he looked masculine, manly, and handsome even. If she had met Ryan in some other capacity instead of him acting like a father figure to her, she could maybe see herself dating him. He had seen a lot in his life, but he wasn't letting it weigh him down. Mia decided to use the bathroom, and as she got up from her chair she watched Ryan for a brief moment and saw him watch her walk to the bathroom, but she noted he looked away and he seemed to feel guilty. Perhaps looking at her in that way, even to him felt wrong of her age maybe. She felt skinny, delicate, and the thought of her being skinny filled her head. Was Ryan really finding her attractive tonight, or was he just being nice to her? In the bathroom she freshened herself up, putting some new eyeliner on and lipstick before returning to the table. The food soon arrived, Mia's Lasagna was lovely and smelling great for vegetarian dish. Ryan was given a huge mountain of Spaghetti, in a big bowl and he smiled down at it. They tucked into their food, as the waiter left to get Ryan another beer. She noticed Ryan watching a couple at the bar, and wondered what he was listening to. "What are they doing?" Ryan smiled and looked at her. "Domestic in progress." Mia smiled. "What?" "Basically I overheard a bit of shouting before you came out of the bathroom from the both, something about him cheating on her and that it had been going on for a while, the affair I mean. They're quiet now, once they noticed everyone staring at them. But I think that relationship is over, or is going to need constant repair and reassurances." Mia watched, studying the couple. She saw the girl, a blonde as well was cringing from her boyfriend as he tried to apologize for what he had done. But she was having none of it, trying to cry quietly in her chair. "That's how you saw me that day, on the bus. I mean you didn't see Michael, but he was pretty much doing what he has done to her, confessed to an affair and cheated on her for no real reason. Right?" Ryan didn't look away from the couple, but as he nodded she saw his eyes flicker and watched him swallow hard. Why was it so hard for him to look at her when admitting that fact? Eventually the couple left, leaving most of their food, the night ruined, and the woman had even dressed up for her husband in an elegant red dress. Mia thought about her first date with Michael, at the chicken take-away. What hurt her the most was that his affair with her friend Chloe had been going on for almost a year, had he stopped liking her after only a year? They finished their food soon after, and were both full. Mia felt close to bursting with how heavy the Lasagna was, and ordered another glass of wine as Ryan was on his third beer now. Soon enough, they decided it was time to go home. Mia was a bit tipsy due to the wine, but Ryan seemed alright so they called down another mini-cab to the restaurant to take them home. Ryan helped Mia into the front door of the apartment, and he felt her wrap her arms around his neck snugly. Mia didn't know why she was doing this, but everything she ever wanted in a man. Pure ideals, romance, attraction was all in Ryan. He was who she had always dreamed of sexually, and emotionally - the only drawback was the age difference but in her tipsy state she was thinking more physical between them. "Mia love, I think you've had a bit too much to drink tonight. Best to sleep." Mia was smiling, brimming with feelings she never felt being with or around Michael. "Kiss me." Ryan brought his head back, and looked at Mia with her glazed eyes and tipsy movements. "Mia, honey no. You're drunk, it's not right to take advantage of you like that." She may have had a drink, but she was stern enough to press her hand against Ryan's chest until he was against the wall. "I don't care, I want you Ryan. Come on." She pressed her lips against his, and his breathing got faster as he kissed her back, his whole body began to get hot to the touch. Ryan clenched and stretched his fingers, trying to fight the urges flooding his mind. He may have been a good man, with good intentions but a man is still a man in the situation he was in right now. Ryan tried to push her back gently, to get her to her room but she pushed him back and deeply stared into his eyes. "I want a man, a real man. Not a boy, not anymore. It's you Ryan." Perhaps sensing the aggressive approach to seducing Ryan was temperamental, Mia gently took his hand and squeezed it. "I'm giving you my consent, I want this. I won't regret this in the morning, alright?" Ryan sighed, feeling the healthy erection in his pressed trousers. "Mia, it feels wrong to do this to you." Mia kissed him again, holding both his hands in hers and squeezing them comfortingly. "Stop fighting, please Ryan. I know you want me, and I want you too. There's nothing wrong here, we're two adults who know what they want so please take me. Fucking take me." Mia said whispering into his ear, as she took his hands and put them behind her onto her back and released them. His hands tried to fight it, but eventually he dropped his hands down and gripped Mia's small bottom into his hands as they kissed, pressing into each other. Their moans and mutterings going up and down in volume as they kissed passionately. They kissed for a minute or two, and Ryan pulled back but he wasn't wanting to stop this. "Bedroom, come on." Mia smiled and he guided her towards his bedroom, and opened the door. Mia was half-expecting a shrine to Claire or something, but inside the room there was only a big bed, a television on a night stand. It looked like a man's bedroom, and she noticed. There were no pictures of Claire and Ryan together, those photographs were in the lounge. Maybe Ryan had tried to move on, and started with the bedroom so he wouldn't wake every morning seeing her picture, to make it easier for him. Onto the bed they toppled together, and still kissing one another Mia's dress rode up exposing her long legs, and upper thighs encased in nylon. Ryan like a gentleman, found her heels on her feet and removed them, throwing them onto the floor. Mia was the first, and only woman ever allowed into this room since a year ago when he decided to get rid of anything that reminded him of Claire, Mia was his step to moving on completely. "Thanks." Mia said in a hushed whisper, thanking him for removing her heels for her. Ryan leaned in and suckled, kissing her neck and she gasped and moaned from the sensation of it. "Let's get this off." Ryan said referring to Mia's cream dress, and he helped her remove it over her head and threw it aside, she was almost fully naked beneath him except her tights and underwear. Ryan was dominating her, putting his hands where he wanted but he wasn't so much as rough but guiding Mia. He hadn't had sex in almost six years, and he had a lot of pent up sexual frustration. Ryan was looking down at her small, firm breasts with their pink nipples erect. Mia noticed this, and spoke. "Are they too small?" Ryan just smiled, grinning under his beard. "No, they're perfect." Mia smiled, and moaned as Ryan dived down to take one of her nipples into his mouth and suck on it. With the other, he used his hand to stimulate it and pinch it. "Yes, put your hand between my legs Ryan." Ryan complied, sliding the hand he wasn't using between her nylon-clad thighs and felt the searing heat from Mia's crotch through the nylons and panties. As he rubbed her crotch, pressing his palm to her pussy he felt moistness and knew she was aroused. "Undress Ryan." Ryan remembered now he was still wearing his suit, and removed his jacket and put it aside as he unbuttoned his shirt and belt, and kicked off his trousers. He was only in his shoes eventually, but got them off in good time. Now naked, more naked than Mia even he continued to rub her pussy, and suddenly felt a hand around his hard, pulsating manhood. Bare and flesh, she was stroking his cock. Both were panting, as they stimulated the other and Mia knew she was going to orgasm from his hand, she was hot and heavy for him as much as he was for her. But Ryan didn't want her to orgasm by just his hand, and slid down her body until she was forced to release his cock from her hand, and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her tights and rolled them down along with her panties until she was naked, and her pussy was in front of him exposed with a few wisps of blonde hair on her pussy. She looked like she shaved often, or waxed but it was a healthy patch of hair above her slit. Ryan moved in close, and kissed her pussy and pressed his tongue to her slit making her purr He began to lick, kiss and eat her out making her gasp, rasp, and grunt coming closer to her orgasm. Before he would allow her to Ryan, sat up and positioned himself between her parted legs and pressed his cock against her womanhood, and slid in fully making her gasp and arch her back. Mia grunted, and began to feel Ryan slide into her and back out, filling her in places Michael never did. Her body was on fire, as if made of molten rock itself in a Volcano and she was coming closer to her orgasm, and she was fearful she would scream so loud when she did. Harder and harder he thrust, and rammed until her small, firm buttocks were smacking together under her as he pounded into her. "Oh god, fuck!" Mia screamed, hoping Ryan's neighbors didn't hear as she exploded cumming around his manhood and arching her back, before slowly subsiding onto her back as Ryan continued to fuck her, pushing himself to ejaculate inside her. A few minutes passed, Mia was enjoying the feeling of him pushing and pulling inside of her, her juices coated his manhood and the bedding. Soon enough she felt him grunt, and after one last thrust he came inside her. With so much pent up sexual frustration, he filled her up a lot. Sliding out of her, he lay on his side and felt Mia put her arm around him. They lay together, Mia fell asleep in adrift of emotions and the after-effects of the sex she had just had with Ryan. Ryan however lay with her arm around him, staring at the wall thinking about the mistake he had just made. He had just taken advantage of a young girl, drunk and intoxicated. A girl young enough to have been the same age of his daughter, if he had one. In the darkness of the room, staring at the wall near the window he asked himself one question. 'What the hell have I done?' ***** I hope everyone enjoyed this story, it can be continued if I get enough interest in a sequel to it so let me know in the comments, and feel free to tell me what you thought of the story and characters.