0 comments/ 11817 views/ 7 favorites A Love Lost, A Love Gained By: EroticaGuy89 Before anyone flames me about this story I want you to know that it has been a long time between stories for a very big reason. I lost all love for the series I started and that is why I have started this story... This story is 100% true and I promise you it is probably the most heartfelt thing I can come up with. The reason I am posting this story now is because all the details are very fresh in my mind. I have had less than a month since the "Conclusion" of this story if there is one. Well with that little foreword... Let us begin... A love lost, A love gained. This story, like many others out there, is both horrifyingly sad, but uplifting and hopeful. This is the true story of how I lost the woman I thought was the love of my life and gained a true friend and soul mate in the new love of my life. Jessica and I had been dating for over two years when I proposed on that cold and desolate day in late December. I remember the day so vividly. It was snowing out, the sun was peeking through some clouds and it was rather dreary looking all in all. That wouldn't dampen my spirits though. That was to be the day I would never forget. It was the day I stopped living for myself and instead was going to start living for a family. I remember how the wind tore at my coat. It felt like a pack of howling wolves trying to steal what warmth they could from my very soul. I had my arm wrapped around Jessica and we were walking through a bitterly cold Plattsburgh, New York. When I say it was bitterly cold I mean it was the kind of cold that you just cannot get relief from. The kind where the wind seems to get through your coat and past your skin. I could feel my bones rattling and my joints grinding frost between them. I thought for sure I was going to die of hypothermia. I am from a small town in Arkansas and this kind of weather is not at all good to me. I hate snow and ice but to be with Jessica I was going to have to learn to love it. Jessica was a Vet Tech at a hospital in Montreal, Quebec. She was the smartest woman I had ever met and that often intimidated me. She had these beautiful glowing blue eyes. There were times I wondered if she was looking straight through me instead of at me. Her hair was cut shoulder length and pulled back in a short pony tail. She had her North Face jacket on and the hood down. I remember the way her face was flushed from the cold. We walked into the little diner attached to the hotel we were staying at and decided on a seat near the bar as it was warmer there. I ordered a Sam Adams and the fish and chips. She got a tea and burger. It was around 6 pm and the sky was already starting to turn dark. It was just the right moment for everything I had planned. "Jessica, can we talk about something?" I asked as she finished her burger and sipped lazily on her tea. "Of course Mikey, what's wrong?" She tilted her head as she questioned me. "The past two years has been incredible. You have brought back the fire that I lost. The little spark that I thought had died permanently you made real again." As I spoke her eyes started to water. "I don't want to picture a life without you and," I stopped speaking just long enough to drop to one knee beside her seat, " I want you to marry me. Will you marry me Jessica?" She took the ring out of it's case and kissed me. "Yes, yes I will Mikey!" There were a few people smiling and one guy started clapping although I think he was drunk and didn't fully comprehend just how amazing a moment that was for me. I paid the tab and we practically ran back to the room to celebrate! As we got inside the hotel it was like we were two animals more than we were people. We contained ourselves until we hit the elevator. She kissed my lips hard and pressed up against me while we waited on the doors to open up on our floor. I took her hand and we walked to the door of our room. When the key card finally unlocked the door after two or three hasty tries failed, we bolted in and pretty well tore the clothes off of one another. I remember her laying on the bed in front of me. The site of her naked body etched forever in my mind. The way her body curved just right from her thighs to her shoulders. She wasn't slender by any means. She had curves built to kill. Her C cup tits were perfect. Not too big, not too small. Just right. They fit my hands perfectly when I cupped them. Her milky soft skin dimpled up as I ran my hands which were callused from working in the factory 12 hours a day over them. Her nipples started getting hard so I played with them while we made out. I remember the feeling of her tongue and mine dancing on one another. The way her body responded in short gasps. This was our second night together at the hotel after not being with one another in almost 2 months so I was taking my time. I tweaked her nipples gently, playing with them and teasing them with my thumb and pointer. I kissed down her neck slowly to her collarbone. I gently nibbled on it for a moment before moving to her tits. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and bit down very very softly. Feeling it stiffen up even more as my teeth grazed over it. I could feel her fingers digging into my back as I kept kissing lower down her body. Kissing little butterfly kisses down her stomach and all along her waistline. As I reached her mound I looked up into her eyes and slowly circled her clit with my tongue. Letting it flick at her soft button. "MMMMM Justin..." "Justin?" I said in shock and pain. "What do you mean Justin..." I knew damn well what she meant. Justin was her ex, he had just gotten back into town after serving three months for some petty charge. "Well... What do you mean?" "Mike, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. It was all just a big fucked up incident at my cousins party. I was drunk, please, I'm sorry." "I-I gotta go." Without saying another word I quickly dressed while she pleaded in the background. My mind racing a million miles a minute. She had fucked him, she fucked him and I had just started to go down on her... "Slow down Mike, you need to slow down!" My brain screamed at me. "Mike you'll be sick if you let this keep building." "I trusted you and you ruined it. Goodbye, keep the fucking ring, sell it, keep it, I don't fucking care!!!" I blurted out quickly as I left the room. "Oh, and you may want to have a friend pick you up tomorrow, I'm canceling the rest of the stay and getting what money I can back from this mistake of a trip. I hope you are happy with Justin." I screamed as I gathered my clothes and walked out with my bag. I had everything I came with except my soul. It was like everything was worthless at that time. I was out of a very serious relationship and now I knew I was going to remain single. I knew there would never be anyone for me if she couldn't be true to me. I got downstairs and the manager gladly refunded me the money when she heard what had happened. She said that she had no record of us checking in and would make sure all the funds were put back on my card. As I thanked her she tossed me the keys to her car and asked me to talk to her for a minute. "Mr. Schwartz, my car is the grey Mercedes in the side lot. I trust you because you have been one of our most loyal customers for the past three years and I am going to hate not seeing you. You always had something happy and cheerful to say and I know that what happened-" At this point I cut her off. "Miranda. We have known each other as long as I have dated that slut upstairs and I am sorry if what I say offends you because I really do like being here. I don't want pity and I don't want your car." She laughed at me and said, "Mike, you don't get it. I was going to tell you to bring the car around and I would give you a ride to the airport. If you want to spend the money on the cab you can." I lowered my head and thanked her quietly. I pulled the mercedes around the side of the hotel and had to notice just how nice of a ride it had. "The joys of owning a hotel I suppose..." I walked back in and handed her the keys to her car. "Drives like a dream. Thanks for letting me pull it around and giving me a ride to the airport." "Don't mention it. Hell, the way you tipped you practically paid the down payment on it." She quipped in a whimsical manner. I smiled grimly and asked her if I could hide in the office in case Jessica came downstairs. "Sure, there's fresh coffee in there too. I bet you could use a cup or two. I have one of my shift supervisors on the way to cover for me so I can get you to the city and into Laguardia on time." She was always the greatest of all hosts. "Thanks, I'll take you up on that coffee. You want a cup?" I asked quietly. "Black please." She walked into the office, "Shut up and don't make a noise, I can keep her distracted but if you move around she will know you are in here." She was staying true to her word. "Hello Jessica, I heard you and Mr. Schwartz are cutting short your stay with us this time? I trust the room was alright?" "I fucked up Miranda, is he still here?" Jessica's voice was quivering. "Unfortunately no, he said something about urgent business and he grabbed the eight pm bus back home. Is everything okay? You like white as a ghost!!" God Miranda was a great sales woman. She could sell anyone whatever she wanted and she was exceptionally talented at covering for someone, a trait I would come to learn she picked up from her childhood. "I think Mike is gonna leave me. I don't wanna talk about it. Can you call a taxi, my friends are all ignoring me now." Miranda promptly dialed the local taxi service that ran to and from Montreal. "15 minutes hun, will that be enough time to get your things?" Miranda asked with a note of concern to her voice. "Yeah, I already got them down her with me. If Mike comes back this is his." I heard the clink of metal on the counter. "I won't keep it since I broke his heart while wearing it and it kills me just to see it." "Of course hun, that is a beautiful ring. Sorry things didn't work out for you two. I always did enjoy when you guys stayed here." "Thanks Miranda, I'm going outside. Take care maybe I'll see you again sometime." "Bye, thanks for staying with us!" I heard Miranda's heels on the tile floor as she came in the office. I broke down and started crying immediately. She was now the closest thing I had to a friend as I spent all my time working and never really made a lot of friends. I shook and sobbed for a good half hour while she waited beside me. "I'm so sorry you are seeing me like this Miranda. This isn't your job." I groaned out. "I just really believed she was the one." "Mike, if you aren't ready to go home you can stay compliments of the house. I will get the maids to leave the room alone until your week is up. Sound good to you." I know she was just trying to help but it hurt even worse hearing those words. Thinking of staying in the room where I found out she had cheated on me with her ex was too much. "Shhh, it's okay Mikey... It's gonna work itself out." With that she handed me the ring. "Here. This belongs to you, for better or worse." I took it and continued bawling like a little girl that had just lost her first kitten. "I don't know what to do now. I gave her every part of me." I moaned into what I originally thought were my arms. As it turned out my arms were far too weak and made of gelatin at that point to have supported my head. She had sat next to me at the desk and wrapped her arms around me and held me as I sobbed until her cover got there. "Take your things to the car. I will be out shortly." She ordered me out of the office and I heard some words exchanged between her and David. I knew his name because he normally worked the morning shift and covered the breakfast side of the hotel. "I hope you don't mind me asking. What all happened?" She asked, this time with real concern in her voice. "She cheated on me with her ex Justin. She fucked him at some party while she was drunk." "I'm sorry Mike, but you are not going to the airport tonight." She stated boldly. "I'm not letting your trip end this way. Call it what you want, my dad called it me being a stubborn mule." I looked up in shock, "You can't tell me what to do." I looked at her. "I am going home. I don't want to be at this hotel anymore, I'm sorry." I needed to get out of there, that I wasn't lying about. I was lying to myself about her not being able to tell me what to do though. She was the only thing I had that was close to a friend. "What are you going to do when you get home? Get drunk, get high? Lose your job?" She remarked. "No you aren't staying at the hotel, I won't ask you to do that. I will, however, offer you my guest bedroom." "I don't want to impose. Besides I'm sure your husband or boyfriend wouldn't like that one bit." I said thinking of how I could just get home. "Ha ha Mike. Whenever you get the urge to think... Let it go. I am not going to let your trip end this way. You will have a good rest of the week and I am going to make sure that happens by any means necessary. You may not get it, but a lot of our guests are one timers or people that just don't care what we think. You were one of the few that actually took the time out to talk to us when you stayed." She started to tell the story of how most guests only did this while drunk and I was only catching snippets of the tale,"... they only want to get my number or hit on me while they are hammered. You came down every night just to say hi, it was nice to have that. You would talk with us while Jessica was sleeping and your insomnia wouldn't let you! Do you know what that means to someone who gets nothing but crap all day?" "I guess I never thought about it, makes sense I suppose. I was too lost in what was in the room..." I said dryly. My pain was turning into blind rage. I knew I wanted to see Jessica in pain. I wanted to see her begging at this point because that's what she deserved, humiliation and pain. "Look, you can stay with me for the week. I am not taking no for an answer. You are the first guest we had that took the time to get to know us. Hell, you know more about me than my own family does." She laughed and continued talking. "Mike, you are one of the few people that I am around less than once a month that I consider a friend. I see you and Jessica maybe 5 or 6 times a year for just a few days and every visit you make you always stop and talk to me. That means a lot." She smiled and put her hand on the back of my head. "Besides something tells me you could use the company or you'd still be fighting me." "Alright, fine I'll stay the rest of the vacation in your guest room. How much do I owe you?" I knew there was gonna be a price, there's always a price. "Mike, you are my guest, not a customer." She smirked. "Boy for a Southern man you sure don't listen very good." She quipped in a sweet southern belle charmer accent. "You didn't learn bad manners from that foreigner didcha?" She was laying on the accent thick and I had to smile at it. "No ma'am. I think I will enjoy the stay, and you're right I don't think being home alone would be a good thing down there. I am gonna help you around the house while I am here though, that isn't up for debate." I resigned myself to whatever fate she had in mind for me. I knew that she was just trying to be friendly and that after this week I would probably never see her again. We pulled up into a small ranch style house covered in Christmas lights and decorations. I had to laugh because it reminded me of a house down the road from me. The Christmas lights looked like they were in such a position that it would be too much of a hassle to take them down so I had to ask her how she did it. "How did you get those lights up there and then get em down every year?" I asked. "I don't. They stay up because I'm too lazy to take them down. I like them being left up year round. Makes me think of happy things on a bad day." She smiled to herself and pulled the car under a small carport that looked like it was ready to fall in on itself. "Mind if we skip any small talk or anything and I just see the room when we get in? I am kinda beat from sobbing for the past hour or whatever it was." I asked with a note of appreciation in my voice. "Of course, but first I'm giving you a small tour. Over here is the dining area, it isn't much and there is a lot that needs done but it fits it's purpose." She motioned me on down a small hall way. "First door on the right is the bathroom, no shower in that one though. You'll have to use the master bath for that. That's just around the corner up here and please for the love of all that's holy do not walk out naked. I don't want to get a heart attack and I don't think you want me to point and stare." I knew she was joking but it fell a little flat for me. "Sorry, too soon I guess." She quickly apologized. "It's fine. I gotta get used to it right?" I smiled weakly and we continued on. Her leading me down the hall to my room. "It's not much, but this should do you just fine." She opened the door and turned on the light. "There are extra blankets in the closet and you can hang your clothes if you like. I'll do your clothes up for ya before you leave so people won't think I am an evil hostess!" She smiled and let me get my things put up. "When you get done come out to the living room please. I want a word with you before I head back into work." She left and I set to putting some of the button up shirts I had with me in the closet. I switched out of my night clothes and into a pair of jeans and a wool sweater an old friend gave me. As I walked out the door and into the hall I smiled and braced myself for some kind of speech about not hating and forgiving and letting go of the past. "Took your time didn't you? David will think we've gone and jumped off the deep-end or something." She smiled at me. "Mike I know I said you could stay the week, there's something you need to hear." "Yes?" "If you need more time you are more than welcome to stay a bit longer. I don't mind and it will be nice to have some company while you are getting back on your feet again." She looked almost hopeful so I decided to not shoot down the offer entirely. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. I won't make any promises though. That's why I'm here after all." I was depressed at this point. I was so mad and hurt that I had gone past pissed off and straight to the hole. I could feel a terrible tightness in my chest. It wasn't until I felt Miranda's hand on me that I realized I had started to daydream a bit. "You'll be okay Mike. I mean it. A blind man could see that you are hurting but that you are strong and will get through this all. I want you to know that if you need anything while you are here I am more than willing to try and help you!" She said with a sympathetic tone that melted me once more. "Thanks... I can't tell you how much this means to me. If I can help around the house in any way let me know." I smiled through my tears and she walked me once more back to my room. "There is a tv in the little stand over there. It's not the biggest but you'll be able to catch your favorites I'm sure. I have basic but it gets the goodies. History, ESPN, and AMC especially. Remote is in the nightstand along with the password and log-in information for the wi-fi." She handed me a slip of paper with a number on it. "Text or call if you need anything Mike." I put the number on the nightstand and thanked her once again. I sat on the edge of the bed as she walked out the door and went back to work. I was alone. I was single. I had lost my best friend, soul mate, and love of my life all in the past 3 hours and it didn't look like I was going to be able to get over it at all. A Love Lost, A Love Gained Ch. 02 This is the continuation of the first part of the story. Remember this is the truth. I am telling this in detail with Miranda still by my side. I have changed our last names so that we do not have to worry about being recognized. Let's pick up where we left off shall we? * I felt her squeeze down on my fingers as she came into my mouth. I smiled and gently climbed on top of her. I let my hard dick gently press up against her wet slit. As I slid inside I felt her shudder. She took the whole 8 inches though. I let her adjust to me being inside of her and we slowly and passionately made love... I awoke the next morning to the feeling of soft silk sheets, a warm comforter, an arm brushed up against mine. WHAT!? An arm on mine? Slowly the nights events started coming to me. I looked beside me and there slept quite peacefully the most incredible person I had ever met. I was so awestruck by her ability to love. She had put aside her feelings for me all this time while I had been a frequent at her hotel. I had been there numerous times over the 2.5 years I dated Jessica. We had stayed on the same floor. Had the same faded smiles every time we came and almost always the first night wore roughly the same thing. For me it had always been blue jeans, a pair of running shoes, and a white t to top it all off. If the weather wasn't particularly nice I wore a jacket or coat over my shirt but it was always the same thing. I am a creature of habit and when I get comfortable with something I stick to it. This would explain why I had worked in the same factory ever since I had gotten out of the military. I was so comfortable that even when I had to move out of Indiana I requested that I be transferred to the same company's factory in Arkansas. Jessica was always wearing her skirt, a tank top (blue) and pair of house slippers. Don't ask, I never did and never understood why she would always wear that. It was nice though. We both knew what the other would wear. This would soon be the subject of mine and Miranda's first argument. I had just gotten up out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and a white t shirt. I quickly shaved and cleaned off my face. Sat at the table and started browsing the classifieds to find anyone looking for a ring and for any possible jobs available in the area. Don't get me wrong I loved my job in Arkansas. I loved a few aspects of the place I had. I enjoyed the fertile creature comforts there. However, I knew it wasn't for me. I had just seen how good life could be if I stepped out of my box. If I broke free of my comfort zone and I was almost nervous for when Miranda came out. I started coffee when I heard her moving around in the bedroom. "Good morning, sleep well?" I asked. "Well enough. What the hell was that last night?!" She said with a note of laughter in her voice. "Not sure, some people call it sex. Is there something else it's called up here?" "Shut it you!" She reached in and grabbed a coffee cup and poured herself a cup. I looked back at the paper and she noticed how intently I was combing through the paper. "Searching it for bombs Mike?" She asked. "Nah a job and a pawn shop." I replied dryly. She just sat there and looked at me. I don't knew how she took my rather blatant and flat answer. "What?!" She asked. Her voice decidedly more upbeat. "Mike if you are messing with me I'll kill you!" "What? I want to get rid of that ring, and I don't know that I want to move back into my apartment where I have a lot of bitter sweet memories. Besides, someone offered to let me stay a little longer than a week here. House has grown on me." I retorted. "Besides breaking out of my shell might be good for me." "I don't know what to say Mike, if you are just staying for me I have to tell you to leave. I don't want you to uproot everything about yourself for me." I thought about it for a moment and sat the paper down. "Miranda. The past week has opened my eyes to a new life. To a new world. Arkansas has nothing there for me. Sure, a job. One I love. I might be able to get a job in a factory here under a different company. If that's possible I'd love to stay up here. Even if you and I decide not to date I would love to live here in this town." I wasn't lying about that. Plattsburgh had grown on me in a big way. "Besides. All of my friends are here. All one of them." I grinned at her with this and picked my paper back up. "Mike you don't know what this means to me. As far as not dating, I think you'll have a harder time getting rid of me than catching me. You still haven't asked me out or anything yet, last night doesn't mean we are dating. You never asked me to be your girlfriend or anything." I set the paper on the table and got down on one knee in front of her. Strange, it wasn't long ago I did this in front of someone else for very different reasons. "Miranda. I'd be really honored if you would be the girl that I call very proudly my significant other, my girlfriend, the very breath of me. Please date me. I sure don't know what I'd do without you!" I made it so theatrical because I knew she would say yes or last night wouldn't have happened. "Mike you smartass. Ofcourse I will be your girlfriend, I was just messing with you. One rule though." She laughed as she kissed me. "What's that hun?" I got up and headed to the cupboard to get a coffee cup. "I will let you take a few weeks to get work, but you gotta work. I can't support us both." She said seriously. "Don't worry I'll be back to work before you know it." I filled my cup and rejoined her at the table. "Mind if I use your phone? Need to call down south and get some of my basics shipped up here. I know a guy that will take care of everything for me." I asked quietly. "It's our phone until further notice. Do what you need to." "Thanks, I'll just be a minute." I dialed the number to the factory from memory. "Mr. Parse please... Yes, Mr. Parse, this is Mike Schwartz. Hey. Yeah, I am sorry to have to do this over the phone. I got a lot of things going on in my life and... Yes, yes I am. Yeah. I'm calling from her phone number. Miranda? Yeah my girlfriend. Me and Jess didn't exactly end on good terms which is what I'm calling about. I'm moving in with Miranda... Really? Well I appreciate it. Can you do me a favor though? I need some of my stuff shipped up. I will pay the shipping and handling fees if you can just get it here." I looked at Miranda and did the little victory fist pump that all of us guys are famous for. "Yes sir! I will... Of course!" "That seemed to go smooth enough?" Miranda had the most wonderful look on her face of shock and surprise. "What the hell was that conversation about?!" "Mr. Parse was the guy that I had to report to when I first got down there. He is making a phone call to the lumber company his brother runs over near the lake. He needs drivers apparently!" "REALLY!" She was almost yelling at this point. "Oh my god Mike that's amazing. I'm so happy for you." "Looks like I have to get cleaned up. He is shipping everything up I just have to email him the details. Looks like Karma does exist!" I exclaimed. We sat and ate in relative silence. Pancakes, eggs, and a bit of sausage. After eating Miranda looked at me and told me to grab some clothes. "These are clothes..." I looked at her with a bit of a protest. "That is for checking into hotels and sitting around the house. We gotta get you ready for the day! You need to get some warmer work clothes if you are gonna get this job." She said pointedly. "Just what the hell is wrong with wearing jeans and a white t outside?" I said. "Mike... Do not argue this point with me. You won't win. Just get dressed in something other than undergarments and we can get you some proper clothes for work." "I don't see what's wrong with working in a white t... Most guys I know do the same. They are made so cheap for that reason so you can work in them." I argued. "Christ Mike... Just do what I said. I don't like seeing you walk around outdoors in a white t. People will think you are ignorant around here. It's just not done. Get dressed in something proper." I just looked at her and put my hands up in defeat. "You know. One day you'll thank me for this Mike." She stated as I walked out of the room. I put on a long sleeve shirt and went back to the kitchen. "Happy?" "Mike don't be like this. I'm just trying to help you get this job and to help you get out of your shell." "I just don't understand it. Maybe it's just a different culture than what I'm used to." "Whatever, you'll see what I mean when you go to work." "Alright. What did you want to do for the rest of the day?" I said changing the subject. "I don't care. We can go out and look for more work stuff for you. You'll probably need new boots for this place, unless you have steel toes. Most of the lumber companies around here require them." "My steeltoes are on the way up. Still have a good bit of life in them. I have some warmer clothes but not much. I'll need a new coat for sure." "Gimme a chance to get dressed and we will head out to the mall." I finished my coffee and found a personal ad for someone wanting to buy an engagement ring. The price they were willing to pay wasn't quite what I wanted to get rid of it for but I could live with it. I decided to call them later on. I forked down a bit more of my breakfast before setting my dish in the sink and rinsing it off. I went and looked through my clothes in the guest closet. There really wasn't anything special in it... Maybe I should sell the ring first so I could go out and get some new clothes. I called the number and we agreed to meet at the mall to sell the ring. "Miranda already made some cash!" I yelled into the bedroom. Guy wants to buy the ring off of me. Looks like things are gonna work out afterall eh?" "Good stuff. I'll be out in a minute, see you in the kitchen." Her hurried tone bothered me a bit. I hoped she wasn't upset about our little tiff at the table. "Ready when you are Mike." "You okay hun?" I asked. "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to be so snappy about it all." "Water under the bridge. Let's get you to the mall huh?" She said softly. I loved when she spoke to me with that tone. It is so soothing. Relaxing. We got to the mall and met the guy at the food court. "Is this the ring?" He said with a look of wonder in his eyes. "God that looks nice, sorry you don't need it anymore." "Hey it's all yours. Hope it works out better for you than for me." I didn't mention that it is never a good idea to buy an engagement ring from a failed engagement. "Thanks man! Means the world to me. Hope you two have a good day!" He was so giddy that he left the mall in the biggest rush I had ever seen. "Poor sap. I'd hate to hear it didn't work between him and his girl." I said to Miranda shaking my head. "What you mean? Just because you and Jess broke up doesn't mean all engagements are bad! We aren't all heartless you know!" She seemed genuinely upset. I put an arm around her and pulled her close. I gave her a soft kiss to reassure her that I knew what she had meant. "Of course not hun. I wouldn't have spent the past week with you if I thought that for a minute." I said with a hint of glee in my voice. "Besides I need you to do me a favor... Go find me a few shirts? I got something I need to take care of." "Uhm okay? Is everything okay?" She asked. "Yup, all is well. Just remember, I'm a large. You don't wanna see me in a tight shirt. Got to get rid of this gut before I start wearing those." I pushed my belly out and waddled a bit. This drew a laugh and a smack on the back of the head from her. "Alright you keep your secrets mister. I'll see you in a half hour here in the food court?" "As if. I won't need that long and I'm sure you'll need longer." I laughed. "Besides I will go looking for you when I am done." We parted company and I headed off to the nearest jewelery store. I wanted to get her something nice for being so good to me. I picked out a nice but unassuming necklace. It was on a thin silver chain and had a ruby stone set in it. I liked the way it looked and figured she would probably like it because it wasn't over the top. After making my purchase I went off in search of her. I found her in a small clothing store towards the rear of the mall. "Excuse me miss? Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked and hid my accent to the best of my ability. "For the last time no. I don't need help..." She turned and looked at me. "Oh, I'm so sorry Mike. They keep bothering me in here, I didn't know it was you." I laughed at her and gave her a hug. "Did you find anything to dress me up in?" I asked. She pulled a few shirts off her arm that she had picked out. "These would look so good on you. They were on sale and I think that you could do with some color. Here try them on in the back there." I had my orders. I went and tried them on and I had to admit she was good. She had found a few shirts that had to have been tailored for me. They weren't something I would even look at but they fit me very well and I even thought I looked good in them. "Well you did very good hun, I have to admit I like them more than I thought I would have. You're good at this. Take in strangers often?" I laughed. "No, but I have to ask where did you disappear to earlier?" She had an intensity in her eyes when she asked that almost made me crumble. "Mmmm Not telling. You'll find out later. They got sport coats here?" I asked dismissing her questioning. "I need a good one.." "You suck. I just hope you know that." She said sarcastically. "Cool, let's find me a sport coat." I giggled. There is something great about pulling one over on someone. About knowing something someone else is dying to know. We picked out a grey dinner jacket and some pants to match. After our busy day we headed back to the house and it was pushing four in the afternoon. "Mike I'm starving. What you want to eat?" She asked. "Glad you asked, put on a nice dress." I said slyly enough to keep her intrigued and I went and got into the dinner coat and got ready for what I had in store for her. We met in the living room and she took my breath away in the black dress she had on. "Wow... You look amazing. Oh yeah, we have dinner reservations at the new resto in town!" I uttered like an idiot. "You don't look too bad yourself. You clean up pretty good for a redneck Mikey. What time is the reservation for?" "Five Thirty... Let's get going. They usually have lines there and I don't like waiting too long." We got in the car and she had let me drive. There is something about driving a Mercedes that is simply delectable. We got to our destination safely and let the valet take her car around back. "Schwartz, two for Five Thirty." The man just looked at me. It was like he was lost in translation. "Hello?" "Yes sorry sir. Let me get you to your seats." I noticed why he was so lost. I looked down at Miranda and saw her dress had a really low cut. I hadn't noticed it over her legs at first but damn this was cut to kill. "You know, I think he was checking you out hun. I don't know whether to be jealous or flattered. Think I'll go with flattered." I grinned and we walked hand in hand to the table. "Our drink selection is in the middle of your menus and the special today is the baseball cut tenderloin. Feel free to take a moment and I will be right back to take care of you." Our waiter then disappeared into the hustle of his duties. "What will you be having hun? I heard they had a great selection of wines here." I asked, noting the look in her eye. She was still at the mall where I had bought the necklace. She wanted so bad to know what I had gotten her. "I don't know, you pick. You know what's bugging me and you are loving it. Just tell me already what you did at the mall." She said pleadingly. "Miranda there is a time and a place. This is neither. Let's enjoy dinner shall we?" I replied. "You really suck, no nookie for you later on tonight then!" She had played her card but I held the trump. "That's fine. Last night took it out of me anyhow. Best I've had in ages." I smiled and looked down at the menu. "Have you decided on a drink or would you like a bit more time?" I looked up. "Bring me the white for her, and I'll have a glass of water easy on the ice please." I said. "Right away. Anything else I can do for you?" He asked. "No thanks, I think this will settle it." She watched the exchange and we waited for the waiter to be out of earshot before continuing the conversation. "I hate surprises Mike. This isn't cool." She said almost threateningly. "You'll find out when we get home." This was a lie but I wanted to buy some time. "Alright but as soon as we are in the door please?" She pleaded. "Of course hun, you'll know as soon as we set foot inside." I said and we set about picking out our orders. "Hmm the chicken here looks incredible. I think I'll get that... Ohh maybe.. No... yeah this is it." She picked out a dish that looked like chicken with some sort of sauce and a few mushrooms sprinkled over it. Looked delicious but I had my eye on the steak. "Here are your drinks, would you like some more time before ordering?" We placed our orders and we sat and talked softly while waiting on the food to reach our table. What seemed like only moments later the food arrived. The steak was perfect, no other word for it. Pink center with just a tad bit of a spicy flavor to it. The cooks new exactly what they were doing with this meal and I knew it was worth every cent I was going to pay for it. Miranda set to work on her chicken and by the look on her face it was delicious. We finished our meal with little conversation between the two of us. We had been too hungry to let the food sit. She abruptly stood up and said she needed to use the bathroom and this gave me the perfect opportunity to surprise her. "Wait, there's something on your back hold still. I'll get it for you." I pulled the necklace out of the inside pocket of my dinner jacket. I slid it around her neck and I felt her hands reach to her chest. I snapped it closed and smiled. "I know you hate surprises. Hope this isn't too bad of one." I turned her to face me. I was right, it looked fantastic on her. "Mike, you didn't have to.. It's... Why? Wow..." The necklace had brought her more joy than I thought. "No one has ever done anything like this for me." She hugged me close and kissed the side of my neck. "Thank you, it's beautiful." "I'm glad you like it. Go ahead and use the bathroom. I'll see you when you get back." I said and released her hips. "Besides we don't wanna make a scene, they'll think I proposed or something." She laughed and hurried off to the bathroom. When she returned I could tell she had fixed her make up and she had probably shed a tear or two in there. "You okay? I paid for the check while you were using the bathroom. I figured you were done, if you want we can go somewhere for desserts." I smiled when I saw the light in her eyes flash. "Lets go then. I wanna get home so I can really get a good look at this!" She said more than excitedly. We got into the car and headed back to her place. There was a voice mail that was flashing on the machine. She played it and it was Mr. Parse. He was letting me know that I needed to be ready on the following monday morning for work, that I would be driving a truck for his brother and all the details had been worked out. "Told you, in no time." I said smiling. "Looks like everything is working out for you. I'm so happy you decided to stay Mike. Not just because you bought me a necklace either." She said smiling. A Love Lost, A Love Gained Ch. 02 Was it just me or was she walking on air back to the bedroom. She seemed to be practically floating she was so happy. "I'll be there in a minute hun. Let me catch up." I followed her back and got there just in time to see her sliding out of the dress. For those of you that have never witnessed a woman that is floating on cloud nine and has a true natural beauty just radiating off of her this moment is something I wish I could capture and give out to show the world. There is nothing like the sight of her when she is feeling like this. I walked up and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck. I turned her around so I could kiss her lips. Her hands started working my jacket and shirt off of me in one smooth and quick motion. I slid my arms up and undid her bra quickly enough and it fell to the floor. When our clothes started piling at our feet we moved closer to the bed. I picked her up and laid her down on the mattress. I slid her panties off of her slowly and kissed my way up her legs. When I got to her soft warm pussy I gently licked up her slit and played with her clit. Letting my tongue dance around her hard little bud working her into a frenzy. I could feel her hips bucking into my face softly at first. I knew she wouldn't be long so I slid two fingers inside her. I continued fingering her pussy slowly until she came on my fingers. Her first orgasm was subsiding when she finally pushed my head out from between her legs. I stood at the edge of the bed and kicked the rest of my clothes on the floor. I sat on the bed beside her and pulled her into my arms. I could feel her body pressing onto mine and she pressed me back into the mattress. "My turn now!" She said and slid down until her head was between my legs. She worked my throbbing dick with her tongue first. One hand wrapped around the shaft and her tongue flicking over my head. She slowly drew the rest of me in her mouth. Slowly circling the shaft with her tongue. I could feel her hair on my thighs as she finally sucked as much as she could into her mouth. I felt her mouth working me harder and faster. I knew it was a matter of time so I warned her. "Mmmm Miranda I'm gonna cum. Baby I'm gonna cum!!!" She kept going. I could feel her pace quicken as she worked me faster and harder. I finally let go and came down her throat. I could feel rope after rope of my cum in her mouth as she swallowed me down. I laid there like an idiot. I was spent. It was the most incredible blow job I had ever received. I soon felt her head on my chest and we were both breathing heavily. I don't know who fell asleep first, but that night was the night I knew I wanted it to be like this for as long as I could imagine. To this day we still sleep with her head on my chest and my arms wrapped around her. A Love Lost, A Love Gained I cried myself to sleep only to wake up at 3 in the morning and do it again. When I woke up at around 8ish I felt something weird. Morning wood? I looked down and noticed that the weird feeling was Miranda's arm on the edge of the bed in a small rocking chair. She had set it up while I was sleeping and was resting her arm on the bed. I took a moment to examine my host. She stood around 5'6 and had a great smile. The kind of smile that made people blush. Her chin was rounded but not chubby. She had gorgeous flowing brown hair. I had never really noticed how pretty she actually was until this moment. Was it because of Jessica cheating on me or did I honestly just find another woman attractive? I reached out and touched her arm and she shot awake. "Hey, sorry didn't mean to scare you. How long have you been in here?" I must have still been drowsy and my words jumbled because she asked me to repeat myself. "Ohh. Sorry I should have just went to my room." She blushed at this, why did she blush? "I didn't want you to feel alone I guess. I got in around 5. You looked so sad and alone I just couldn't take it." Ohhh pity that's what it was I saw in her eyes? "Ahh okay. Well want me to make you something for breakfast, you must be starving. I know I could probably use something and I do know how to cook." I laughed... Was I flirting? What the fuck get ahold of yourself Mike. "Sure, pancakes sounds nice." She yawned and moved the small rocker back to the corner. "I'll help out though, don't want you blowing up my house. Took me long enough to get this place, don't need you getting moody with a skillet!" We both laughed and I crawled out of bed. I had forgotten I was in boxers. "Uhm sorry forgot about that. Used to being around no one at all or Jessica." I blushed and pulled on my pajama pants. "Good thing I don't sleep in the buff." We headed to the kitchen where she started some coffee and I set to work with the pancakes. We cooked up some eggs as well and ate in relative silence. I guess the shock of it was starting to settle in because I was still a bit teary eyed. "Any plans today Mike?" She asked me softly. "No, not anymore." I replied in equal silence. "What were they?" She said with a note of genuine interest. "What were you going to do?" "Catch the new werewolf movie that just came out with the Jessica. Kinda stuck now as to what to do." I murmured. "Cool, sounds fun and I have the night off." She said. "We are definitely watching it. Oh and the hotel sent a copy of the credit card bill back to me. It's all set, you got your money back." "Thanks, you don't have to go out to the movie just cause that's what me and her were gonna do. I don't want to do anything that would seem awkward to you." I said shyly. "Mike, it's fine. It'll be fun, I haven't seen a movie in ages anyhow. I love movie theater popcorn! So it's set. Don't bother arguing, remember, I'm hard headed." She laughed and got up from the table gathering our dishes as she left. She came back with two steaming cups of coffee. "I wasn't sure how much sugar you use, but I know it is a helluva lot so I put a good bit in there for you." "Thanks." I sipped on it and smiled. It was perfect. She knew just how much I used for sure! How often did she watch me when we were at the hotel I wondered. "How did you do that? It's amazing." "I'm just good like that!" Miranda smiled as she stated this. "Uh huh, I think you were peepin me out at the hotel. You're a creeper aren't you!!!" I laughed and she blushed hard. "Okay so I admit it, I checked you out the first few times and saw how much sugar you used. It kinda stuck out. Seriously, how many people count out eleven spoonfuls of sugar to put in their coffee?" She smiled back up at me and I noticed her eyes were piercing right into me and there was a definite twinkle to them. "Any chance that you have shaving cream I can borrow? If we are going out I'll need to clean up a bit." I thought about my choice of words, "To the movies I mean. Going out to the movies." "Of course. I knew what you meant though, no need to fret." She smiled and closed her eyes as she sipped on the coffee. "Let me get you that shaving cream. It's in the master bath so I'll just set it on the sink. If we are gonna catch that movie I'd better shave as well." "I don't see a beard you're good! Besides not like you need to worry about impressing anyone with your legs. It's what, 30 outside?" I laughed. "Well yeah, but... Just shush, I like to shave before I go to dinner or movies. It's my ritual." She said and walked off to the master bathroom. I smiled and sipped on my coffee. This was turning out to be a very good week. I know that no one would replace Jessica and I would probably never see her again but Miranda was being so sweet to me that it made me feel somewhat less than useless at that point. I felt so betrayed at first and my guard was still up with Miranda but I figured there was nothing wrong with dinner and a movie. Just friends going out together, nothing wrong with that right? I took my shower and shaved after downing my coffee. I took my time in the shower, making sure to get the stress washed off of my bones. I wiped what soap was left on my body off and let the water soak me for a minute more before getting out of the tub. I grabbed a towel from the rack and dried off. I wrapped it around me and started shaving. I had to admit that it was nice to be in a place that wasn't going to be lonely for the rest of the week. "Miranda?" I called out. "Yeah?" "Bathroom is yours if you need it, I gotta find something to wear tonight. Thanks again." "Cool, be back in a minute gotta go out to the car for something." I walked to my room and to my surprise she had laid out an outfit for me. So I didn't spend all night picking out something just to go to the movies and then have to change when she saw it. I laughed and got dressed. This is going to be a good week after all. I heard her knock at the door and let her know I was okay to be seen. I was wearing the jeans and button up she'd laid out. "Well do you like your choice?" "Very much so, you look really nice in a button up. I'll be ready in a minute, just gotta change real quick." I went back to the living room and sat on the couch. I waited for what seemed like an eternity but was probably closer to five minutes for her to finish. "Well, what you think?" I heard her ask. I turned around to see her wearing a slit to the waist black dress and heels. Her hair was down and she had some makeup on. Not enough to be trashy but just enough to be a knockout. Her figure fit that dress like a glove. Her chest stuck out proud, her shoulders back. She stood very well and you could tell she was proud of her looks. I could tell that she had thought out this decision carefully. She didn't look anything like a tired out Hotel manager anymore. Instead she looked like a 25 year old bombshell that was ready to go out and have a great evening. An expensive one at that too. "I-I, uhm, wow, you look amazing!" I stammered. "Thanks, you look good too Mike." She said with a lot more confidence than I had at that particular moment. We went out to dinner at a local joint that was well known enough that people would reserve seats a day or so in advance on weekends. The food was terrific and we were one of just three or four couples in there. Seems like people had avoided going out for the life of them tonight. We ate our food and had a really good conversation about absolutely nothing at all. It was perfect. No pressure to talk about anything, just right. She reached for the bill as the waiter returned and I stopped her. Our hands touched and it was incredible. I could feel how soft they were. How well cared for. I took the check and slid the money in without even blinking. When the waiter came back we left for our movie. My mind was still on that one little bit of contact. Did she feel something too? Was I just being overly sensitive? I don't know what to do. Is this even right? Am I just getting back at Jess? We got to the movie about 20 minutes early and got our popcorn and drinks. We picked a spot in the back where we could see the screen perfectly. It was amazing. The movie played and the entire time we sat there and just enjoyed each others company. It wasn't until the movie had ended I noticed her head was leaned up on my shoulder and one arm was wrapped around mine. I just sat there and looked at her for the last 5 minutes. I didn't even catch the ending. I was shocked. I knew at that point that I was ready. I had to make a move to show her what was on my mind. For better or worse right? As the movie credits rolled she started to stand and I turned to face her instead of walking out the other way. I wrapped my arms around her and leaned down to the side of her face. "Thank you, and not for taking me out. Thank you for being my friend but we need to talk tonight when we get to your place." I whispered softly into her ear. I took her hand and held it as we walked out of the theater. A simple gesture to let her know that I felt the same way that she was feeling. We were quiet the entire time back to her little ranch house. "Miranda?" I asked... "Mike?" "What's on your mind? You don't seem to be acting like a friend tonight." I had to see what she was thinking. "You were supposed to have a date tonight. I wanted to make sure you had that. Just so you felt like the week went right you know?" She said and turned her head. I reached up and turned her cheek gently so she faced me... There was a single tear in her eye. She hadn't understood after all. I leaned down and whispered into her ear again, "No, you don't understand. What's on your mind... What are you thinking about when you held me like you did. That wasn't something you had to do." "Mike I-I don't know what to tell yo-" She started before I cut her off. I leaned in and kissed her on her lips softly. She stood there and looked at me for a second. It was like she hadn't expected it. Maybe I had misread the signals and she was just trying to be friendly. I learned quite soon I was wrong as she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me back down to her. I kissed her lips with more passion this time and just let go of everything. I wrapped my arms around her and gently picked her up. "Your room or mine?" I asked as I started down the room. "Our room." She replied, I took this to mean the master room. "Sounds good to me!" I carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. I kissed her lips and felt more love and passion in that kiss than I had ever felt with any woman before, including with Jessica. I ran my hands up and down her sides. I felt her nipples stiffen up against my chest through her dress. Her fingers were running all along my sides. I could feel her hands rubbing my back. It felt amazing. I slid a hand up under her dress and worked it slowly off of her. I pulled her in close and kissed her again. I could feel her slender frame pressed against me. I felt her body heat. The smell of her body spray. The feel of her skin on mine. I sat up long enough to completely disrobe and to allow her the same opportunity. I took a moment to see what it was I was getting into. Her body was topped nicely with B-cup tits that had short fat nipples. Perfect for playing with. I rubbed them gently while kissing her neck. I worked my way down her body giving her quick kisses all over. I didn't just want her any more. I needed her. I needed this release. I needed to feel her pressed against me. I needed this so badly. After she was soaking wet I worked down her body further. My fingers playing with her clit. I remember the feeling all too well. I could feel the warmth of her mound between my fingers. I could feel her body heat rising and the smell of her sex in the air was incredible. I went down on her and gently licked her clit. Her juices were starting to flood my mouth. She tasted amazing in comparison with every other pussy I had tasted. It was sweet, not overbearingly so, but just right. Everything was perfect. After she warned me that she was going to cum from me eating her out I increased my tongues rotations on her pussy drastically. I felt her squeeze down on my fingers as she came into my mouth. I smiled and gently climbed on top of her. I let my hard dick gently press up against her wet slit. As I slid inside I felt her shudder. She took the whole 8 inches though. I let her adjust to me being inside of her and we slowly and passionately made love... I will leave off here for now. I have been writing for the past few hours and really need to take a break! Hope you guys enjoyed it!