4 comments/ 13529 views/ 2 favorites Forgotten Love By: Emperor_Nero This is my entry for the 2008 Valentine's Day Story Contest, the winner of which is solely decided by the votes of the readers. So please, enjoy this entry and then, please, take the time to vote and leave a comment on what you thought. Thank you, in advance, for taking the time to vote and thank you to OneLustyWench for her editing input. * * * It was the end of another long day at work as Roger wearily climbed into the car and turned the key. The engine fired right up, the defroster threw a blast of air onto the windshield that bounced off and into his face and the radio began to squawk. "Another Valentine's Day, as lovers everywhere give it their best efforts to impress that special someone in their life," the DJ said. "Fancy dinners, big bouquets of roses, beautiful jewelry and, of course, that pretty card filled with romantic sentiments you could never write on your own. So my question to listeners out there is what have you done for your special person?" As the words sunk in, Roger's head dropped -- his chin hitting his chest as his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said. "It's six o'clock on Valentine's Day and I haven't done a fucking thing. Diane is going to kill me." So his mind began to work through the list he had just heard. Fancy dinners -- he could do that. So Roger went back inside and took the elevator up to his office. Flipping open his rolodex he started calling restaurants. "Sorry sir, but we are booked solid for the evening," the voices all seemed to tell him. "This IS Valentine's Day sir. We've been booked for well over a week." After almost a dozen calls telling him the same thing, Roger hung up the phone and just screamed. He was sure people were probably looking at him strangely after that -- and they probably would have been if there was anyone left in the office. This had always been Roger's weak spot. He was great at dealing with the big picture, charting out the major plans. The skill had made him a lot of money in the business world, as he had a knack for seeing how things would come together and land multi-million dollar deals based on things no one else seemed to be able to see. But it was the details that always seemed to kill him. He always seemed to forget birthdays and anniversaries. He did his Christmas shopping every year on Christmas Eve afternoon. He even knew which specialty stores stayed open late, as he had often had to stop and pick up things like a nice bottle of wine or some kind of housewarming gift on his way to a party at around eight or nine at night after Diane had elbowed him in the ribs for forgetting again. Here he was again. No gift, no plans and not even a card. This time though, it looked like he was fucked ... and he knew it. More importantly, he knew that if he didn't figure something out, and do it quickly, it was going to be a very, very long time before he actually did get fucked again. Back to the rolodex, this time trying florists. Roses and a card might be enough to save his ass -- at least that was what he was hoping. Unfortunately, he fared no better than he had with restaurants. By this time, most florists were already closed for the day and the few that were left were not only out of roses, but almost every kind of flower he could remember that she liked. "Fuck!" he screamed into the darkness, literally pounding his fists down on to his desk. "Why can't anything fucking work out?" Making matters worse, as he pounded his fists down that final time he got a glance of the clock. It was already a quarter after seven. He should have been home over an hour ago, had at least a 30 minute drive to get home and he was still empty handed. For some reason, Roger decided to turn the radio back on. They were talking about what people were doing to celebrate Valentine's Day and maybe they could give him an idea. If they didn't, he was figuring he might as well just start making plans to sleep on the couch in the corner of the office and start waiting for the divorce papers to be delivered. The first calls were people just getting ready to head out to their dinner reservations -- one caller saying he had made his reservations over a month earlier. That just seemed to rub salt into Rogers wounds. Feeling defeated, he figured he at least needed to give Diane a call and let her know he was still at the office. He didn't need her worried. Besides, worry would be just one more flaming branch on the fiery fury he was expecting his empty-handed arrival would bring. Diane answered the phone after just one ring. Great, she's sitting there waiting for me. Now I'm in big trouble. "Hi sweetheart," Roger said, trying to put his best face forward. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm just finishing up at the office. I'm sorry I didn't call sooner, but I was busy and just realized what time it was and wanted to let you know I was OK." "Don't worry about it dear," Diane told him. Then she almost started to laugh as she continued, "Honestly, I was just figuring you were going crazy trying to figure out a last minute Valentine's Day present for me. I mean, usually you forget these kinds of things." "Nope," he said. "I've got your present right here and you are going to be surprised." In the back of his mind, Roger was telling himself, "I'm going to be pretty surprised too." "Well, hurry home," Diane said. "Dinner is just about ready and I want you to be able to open the gift I have for you too. "Love you dear and see you soon." With that, the phone clicked dead. Roger's heart sunk. Now he had to come up with something and he had to do it fast. The radio almost seemed to answer Roger's prayer though, as one caller started talking about how his Valentine's Day gift was fulfilling a wish his wife had always had to see Yellowstone Park. He was presenting her with the paperwork showing their reservations at the park lodge, maps of the route they would take to drive there and gift certificates good for a helicopter tour of the park. Roger responded by turning on his computer, quickly pulling up his favorite travel web site and starting to look at last minute travel options. This was a Thursday night, so he figured he could find a last-minute deal that would have them leave Friday evening and get back Sunday night or early Monday morning. No one would have to miss work and he would look like he'd been planning things for months. It didn't take long before he found it. She had always wanted to return to Paris, making her first trip years ago when she was still in high school as part of a foreign language class. They could fly out Friday afternoon at about 5 p.m., be in Paris at 7 a.m. on Saturday morning. Then they would fly back on Monday morning, arriving back home about 10 a.m. -- giving them the option of taking the day off or just coming in late and working a half day. Better yet, the web site offered him several options for tours, dinner packages, Seine River cruises. So he clicked on boxes, giving them a Saturday night dinner at the Eiffel Tower, followed by cocktails and a show at the famed Moulin Rouge. Sunday would have a bus tour out to Versailles. That would still leave plenty of time each day to see different things like the Louvre or even Euro Disney if that was what tripped her trigger. Yes, when all was said and done, this was going to cost him almost three grand in airfare, two nights at a nice hotel, a private car to and from the airport and all the tours and meals he had purchased. But on the other hand, after he finished typing in his credit card number, he was going to have the perfect gift that all he had to do was print out and put into an envelope. The smile didn't stay on his face for long. At least, not after the message came back saying ... "We are sorry, but your credit card processing was declined. Please select another payment option." He tried the card again and again and again. After five tries he finally gave up. Now he really was fucked ... and he knew it. So Roger did the only thing he could. He shut down the computer, put his things back into his briefcase, went back out to the car and started his drive home. He did get a little hope when he passed someone selling flowers on an overpass as he drove home and he didn't think twice about shelling out the fifty bucks for a less-than-stellar bunch of red roses. At least he wouldn't be empty handed now. As he walked in the door, he called out his usual, "Hi honey, I'm home." The response took him a little off guard when Diane said, "Hi honey ... I'm in here." The voice came from the dining room. It took him even more off guard when he walked into the dining room. There, lying back on the table was Diane, wearing a silky red, almost sheer nightie with a matching red thong. She sat up a little as he walked into the room and smiled at him, but her right hand was still inside those panties and, as he looked closer he could see the material darken slightly with moisture around where her fingers were inside them. "I've been keeping your dinner at a simmer until you got home," Diane said. "I hope you like what I've made you." Roger knew better than to speak and let anything ruin this moment. He also knew that once she found out he didn't have a real present; this might be the last sex he would get for a long time. So he sat down in the chair at the head of the table and pulled her hips toward him. He then buried his face into her soaking pussy -- not even bothering to move the panties away at this point -- and let his tongue slowly trace the length of her lips. Her scent filled his nostrils and, even through the soft material, he could taste a hint of the sweetness he knew was resting within. "What a sweetheart," he looked up to say. "You made my favorite for dinner." "I had a feeling you'd like it," Diane said. "Happy Valentine's Day dear." The words stung in Roger's ears, as they almost seemed to echo and each reverberation seemed to only deepen the guilt he felt. So he did his best to switch his focus, instead looking at his beautiful wife as she gave herself to him. He did his best to give himself to her. He gently pulled her panties down and focused on the task at hand. It didn't take long for the guilt to fade as Roger began to focus more and more on pleasing his wife. Gently he worked his tongue across her lips, being careful not to focus too much attention on her sensitive clit -- at least not yet. After being married for over 10 years, he knew what she liked and what she didn't. He did his best to make sure she was getting everything she liked. Soon though, she wanted more. She wanted the creature comforts of her bedroom and the king size bed within, instead of the hard, unforgiving table. So Diane broke away from Roger and rolled off the table. As he looked at her, now standing next to the table with nothing more than the sheer red nightie, she took a couple of quick steps toward the door into the hallway and the rest of the house. "If you want more, you're going to have to come get me baby," Diane said. With that, she started running toward the bedroom. Roger gave chase and made up ground as they climbed the stairs. He finally caught her in the hallway just outside their bedroom, getting an arm around her waist. He used that to stop her, spin her around and pull her into him and give her a big kiss. Just as she began to relax in his arms though, he pulled his right hand back and gave her a sharp spank on the ass. "What was that for?" Diane said, looking up into his eyes with a look that expressed the spank was even more arousing for her than it was painful. "Running away from me," Roger said. "If you wanted to come up here, all you had to do was ask." With that, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom -- unceremoniously dumping her into the center of the bed. She laid there looking up at him as he stood next to the bed and slowly began to undress. Soon, he was naked and joined her on the bed. He then returned to focusing on her, using every trick he had learned since they were first together. His hands stroked her entire body, almost providing a sensual massage as they slid across her back, sides, ass and thighs. He made a point of staying away from anything overtly erogenous at this point, avoiding contact with her breasts and pussy. Right now, he wanted to build the desire, build the anticipation to a crescendo that he could release -- when the time was right. With his mouth he just continued to kiss and nibble her mouth and lips, her neck and the soft, sensitive lobes of her ears. Her soft moans and gentle squirming movements let him know he was right on track. It didn't take long though before Roger took it to the next level, his hand sliding up her thigh and his index finger finding its way to her pussy. It was hot and very wet, making it easy for him to slide up inside of her. Once inside, he curled his finger upward and began to stroke her G-spot. He could immediately sense her reaction, as her kisses and touches found a new intensity. Coupled with all the anticipation Roger at built, it only took a few minutes before he felt Diane clench down on his finger, as an orgasm washed across her body. He could literally feel it in his arms wrapped around her and his finger within, as waves of pleasure washed across her body from head to toe and her muscles rhythmically clasped tight and then relaxed -- gradually increasing to a peak and then gradually becoming gentler until it was complete. Only now would Roger start to think about his own pleasure. His cock was already rock hard from all that had happened, so he rearranged his body and climbed atop Diane into the missionary position. His cock easily slid inside and he could feel the heat of her body as it wrapped around and almost swallowed him inside. Slowly, he began to thrust. After a few minutes, he widened his base and got his knees on each side of Diane's hips, almost allowing them to rest on his thighs. That created an angle where he could penetrate her as more deeply, while also putting a pressure on her G-spot with each stroke in and out. His speed began to increase and Roger could feel his orgasm starting to build within. It didn't help when he looked down at Diane, as her expression let him know she too was on the brink. Finally, with a flurry of quick thrusts, Roger stopped fighting and let his orgasm come -- ending with one, final deep thrust as he began to fill Diane with his cum. That seemed to set her off as well, as her legs stiffened and forced Roger to arch his back while his hips were still fighting to plunge forward. He could feel her pussy clenching down on his now sensitive cock. After several moments, Roger began gasping for air -- the intensity of what had just happened literally making him forget to breathe as he built toward and had his orgasm. Still, he held his position as long as he could, keeping his cock inside of Diane until his legs began to cramp. Roger then rolled out from between her legs and collapsed back onto the bed. Normally he would have basked in the glow of what had just been incredible sex. Instead, feelings of guilt began to overwhelm him. Diane had just given him this tremendous gift -- the gift of herself -- and all he had were some crappy roses from an overpass. There was nothing she could do to him now that would make him feel any worse than he did at this moment. "What's the matter sweetie," Diane asked, noticing the look on his face. "You have done so much for me," Roger said. "You have given me this tremendous gift and what have I given you? I just ..." Before he could say another word though, she touched her finger gently to his lips. "Don't say another word," Diane said. "Don't say anything until you look at this." With that, she reached under the bed and pulled out a beautifully wrapped package. It was about the size of a shirt box and was wrapped in beautiful red and white paper that had little hearts all over it. Roger tried to say something again, but Diane again put her fingers to his lips. "I said not another word until you open this." The guilt literally had tears beginning to run down his cheeks as Roger took the package from her hands. Slowly, he unwrapped the package and then pulled the top off the box inside. Looking inside, he almost didn't know how to react. He definitely didn't know what to say. So Diane spoke. "Darling," she said. "I've been through how many birthdays, anniversaries and Valentine's Days with you before tonight. I know you get busy and you tend to forget things like this and then you beat yourself up because you forgot. "So my gift to you on this Valentine's Day is a gift for you to give to me." Roger looked down again and there it was. Resting inside the box was another beautifully wrapped box that had a large card attached and Diane's name on it. He chuckled a little bit to himself, almost out of relief. "You know me so well," Roger said. "And you know what ... this is exactly what I wanted." He took the box out of his box and handed it to Diane. She opened it and, with a small squeal, said "It's exactly what I wanted too." Roger looked inside the box and was shocked at what he saw. It was two tickets to Paris and they were flying out tomorrow afternoon. Forgotten Love Ch. 01 Chapter 1 5 years later "Britton Keyarah James get over here right now!" 4 year old Britton had her head down and was slowly walking towards her mother. She was in trouble now. "What do you think you were doing?!?!" "I dunno." Britton replied with tears forming in her eyes. Stacey couldn't stand it when her little girl looked up at her with those watery green eyes. "Oh honey. Mommy's sorry she yelled at you. Come here." Stacey picked up Britton and sat on the couch and just held her for a minute or two before she spoke. "You know what you did was wrong right sweetie?" "Uh huh." "Then why did you do it?" Britton sniffled a little bit and said, "Davey threw Moose in the mud." "Nuh uh Mom. I didn't do nothing." Davey said and then stuck his tongue out. Britton decided that was a good time to start something again with her twin brother. She hopped off of her mother's lap and proceeded to pummel Davey. With tiny fists of fury flying, Britton yelled and screamed and called him a "stupid little monkey boy." Stacey would have laughed but she was too busy trying to pull them apart. Once she had them both seated on opposite sides of the room, Stacey took a deep breath to calm herself before she decided to tear into them. Or at least as much as mother who will give into anything at the first little lip quiver can. "Alright you two. I don't care who started it but you're both in trouble now." "But moooom." They both cried. "No buts. Britton, just because Davey threw your stuffed sheep in the mud does NOT mean you need to tear up all his football cards. Come tell me if he does something like that. And you, David Nickolas James, don't sit there all proud of yourself. You're in just as much trouble as she is. You had absolutely no reason to do that to your sister. You both can just sit there for a few minutes and think about what you've done. And don't think by turning on the waterworks I am going to back down." Stacey was trying very hard not to give in. They were just so despondent. But they also knew how to work their mother. She would give them anything they wanted and tried to discipline as much as she could. She was just a pushover when it came to her little angels. She couldn't help it. She was still feeling guilty about her near attempt to terminate these two beautiful children. She had been alone and pregnant with no father around. She couldn't afford to have a baby. She had gone to the clinic to abort the fetus but after seeing all the people coming in and out she just couldn't do it. There were some women who just looked so lost and helpless and others that looked as if this were an everyday occurrence. One woman in particular changed Stacey's mind for good. Alexis was a gorgeous woman in her late twenties with a husband and two little girls already and they wanted a little boy. She always seemed to be looking down at everyone and had this holier-than-thou attitude. She was blonde and busty, every man's dream. That was her third visit to the clinic that year and it was only September. She and her husband really wanted a boy but didn't want more than three kids. After she found out she was pregnant, she would wait the necessary 10 weeks and then have a genetic test done to find out if the baby was a boy or girl. If it was a girl, which it had been the last three times, it was terminated. Stacey couldn't believe it. This woman would have an abortion just because it was a girl. And here Stacey was about to terminate her own because she thought she wouldn't be able to take care of it. She could make it work. It would be tough but she could handle it. Stacey didn't even talk to the doctor. She left the clinic determined to give her child the best life she could. Now she has been blessed with two wonderful children. They were a handful but she couldn't picture her life without them. With or without their worthless excuse for a father. As she watched the two of them sit and fidget in their chairs, she thought back to the day after she left his apartment. She had been full of nervous energy and couldn't sit still. She knew she had found the man of her dreams and couldn't wait to see him again. She had been waiting at home all day and didn't get a call. She thought maybe he got called in even though he was on vacation. Stacey just knew that he wouldn't just let things end. Not after the night they had. He would call. She just had to wait. No call came that night. Nor the next day. She didn't get his number so she had no way of calling him. She waited nearly a week of no phone calls before she finally went to his apartment. Of course, no one was home. She saw one of his neighbors in the hall and asked her about the tenant in 1B. The old woman told Stacey he had moved out a couple of days ago. He had left. He didn't even have the courtesy to call her to tell her that he was leaving. She had fallen in love with him that night but he was just looking for an easy fuck. Stacey had managed to thank the old woman and make it home before she burst into tears. Nine months later, she gave birth to the twins. Her two children reminded her so much of him. Both had black hair just like their father. Britton had her eyes but Davey had those piercing silver blues. He looked like a miniature version of his father. Stacey tried not to let her feelings towards their father affect how she felt about them. She loved her two little children more than anything. And they knew it and used it to their advantage too. "All right you two. I think you have served your time. Why don't you both go change into your swimsuits and we'll head to the beach." They didn't need to be told twice. Both jumped up and ran to their rooms to change. Stacey probably should have been a little stricter with her children. Especially Britton after today's incident. She had managed to tear up at least half of Davey's football cards before she was caught. Who knows what she would have done next. And all over her stuffed sheep getting a little dirty. Stacey changed into her suit, packed everything into her car and headed to the beach. Stacey was just lying down getting some sun and watching the twins build sandcastles and try to bury each other. At least they weren't getting into any trouble. Yet. Those two had a bad habit of finding trouble anywhere. Once, they had managed to get them all kicked out of Chuck E. Cheese's because they decided to cheat at skeeball. One was rolling the balls up to the other at the top that would put the balls in the holes. Stacey had to grin to herself on that last thought. Stacey didn't know what had compelled her to do it but she just had to look over towards the lifeguard chair about 15 yards away. There was a gorgeous man standing over there. He had black hair that hung just a little too long. He had to keep brushing it out of his face. She couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing dark sunglasses. But she happily admired everything else. He was muscular but just enough to be well defined. He wasn't one of those body builder types. And he was tall. She would guess maybe 6' 3" or 6' 4". Stacey glanced over at the twins to make sure they were all right and then decided to ogle this hunk some more. Now he was talking to some young anorexic brunette. He was openly staring at her "assets". Every pair of male eyes was focused on her. She would have been more decent if she had been naked. Her bikini left nothing to the imagination. It barely covered the important parts and it looked like she was going to fall out of her top any minute. Mr. Gorgeous grinned at something the little Barbie said and that is when Stacey's heart lodged in her throat. "Oh my God. That can't be. It just can't be him," Stacey whispered to herself. Then he turned her way and that grin faded instantly. He took of his sunglasses as if they made him see something that wasn't there. "Oh no. It is him. Please lord tell me he didn't recognize me." Stacey turned her head back to the children but kept watching him out of the corner of her eye. He extricated himself from the little tease and was heading her way. His jaw was tense and lips thin. Stacey tried to keep her eyes focused on the twins so he wouldn't get a good look at her. But he kept coming and stopped right next to her. Stacey still wouldn't look up at him. "Hello Stacey." Stacey swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly brought her gaze up to meet his. "Hello David" Forgotten Love: The Beginning Dear Readers: This is the first story I have posted on this site. Please be kind. This story is just a first installment. I have a lot of ideas to continue this one. Just remember to take the time and vote for this story. ************* "God damn it!" Her dining room table had finally collapsed. Stacey James was tired of trying to fix it herself. The legs were held on with superglue and some well placed nails. She had just set her groceries done and crunch there it went. Stacey worked in customer service so wasn't exactly rolling in the dough. She lived in a dinky apartment with a fantastic view of a dumpster in an alley. "I can't afford a brand new table. Damn it!" Stacey picked up her newspaper out of the mess and flipped to the classifieds hoping she could find something in her price range. "I guess free is too much to hope for. Oh well maybe I'll find something." She flipped through a few pages and spotted the perfect table. Dining room table Good condition Seats 4 $30 obo just stop by 129 Lincoln Apt. 1C Always here "Maybe today will be just fine." ****** David Van Zante barely stumbled inside his apartment. He was exhausted. He was a fireman and had been up since 5AM yesterday and it was now 6PM. He really needed to get some sleep. There had been a variety of incidents during that time. Going from some 10 year old who actually thought you called a fireman to get your cat out of the tree to a 5 alarm blaze in a warehouse downtown. He had some vacation days now so he could just sit and relax and sleep for a week if he wanted. All I need is a beer and the remote. A hot chick might be nice too. The beer and remote I can handle right now. Maybe I'll try getting that hot chick tomorrow. David chuckled to himself at that last thought. David hadn't had a steady girlfriend in about 3 years. It's not that he had any problems picking up women. He just didn't have the time. He had been working non stop and he just finished up some college courses to get his degree in civil engineering. He thought he was a good looking guy. He was 26 and at 6' 4" and 220 lbs, he was very muscular and toned. He had to stay in shape to be a firefighter. He has silver blue eyes and black hair that was just a little to long to be fashionable. David had just gotten out of the shower, grabbed a beer and was ready to zone out in front of the TV for a few hours when there was a knock at his door. "Who in the hell would that be?" David didn't know many people around town except for his firefighter buddies and they knew he needed to get some sleep. He got up and went to the door to find out who the hell would be bothering him when he's just trying to relax for awhile. He was a little more than upset as he yanked open the door and barked at the intruder. "What do you want?" Stacey couldn't believe her eyes. There was this absolutely magnificent man standing in the doorway. He was only wearing a pair of gym shorts and he was still wet from a shower. Stacey felt herself getting wet at just the site of him. She took a minute to look him up and down and couldn't help but pause at the bulge in his shorts for a couple of seconds. As she brought her gaze up and met his blue eyes, she realized that he was angry at her for some reason. Why would he be angry at me? Did I interrupt something? "Um. I ... um ... I'm here ... uh ... about the dining room ... uh ... table for sale." She managed to sputter out. Stacey tried to keep her eyes focused on his face and not drop. It wasn't working very well. She kept looking down at his chest. It was dusted lightly with hair. It looked so soft that she just wanted to run her fingers along his nicely sculpted chest. Any thoughts of exhaustion flew from David's mind when he saw this hot little woman in front of him. Is she checking me out? David thought to himself. For some reason, she just couldn't keep her eyes of his chest. David flexed a little to make his pecs jump. He watched her visibly swallow a lump in her throat and her green eyes kind of glazed over. She is checking me out. Maybe I'll get that hot chick tonight after all. David had to try and contain his grin. She was a very good looking woman. She was at least a head shorter than him. She had long honey blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. David was a sucker for blondes. She had a compact little body. She was wearing just a t-shirt and jeans so David couldn't tell what her body was like but it looked curvy. He couldn't tell the size of her breasts but they looked only about a handful. The way her hips and ass filled out her jeans made his mouth water. He was imagining her long legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her. Or taking her from behind and gripping that tight ass. He could feel himself getting hard at the thought. Oh my God! She's staring at my crotch! David watched as she slowly licked her lips. He couldn't suppress the groan that escaped. She seemed to come out of her trance and raised her dark green eyes up to meet his. "Uh ... would you like to ... um ... come in?" David watched her face as the realization of what she was doing registered. She blinked a couple of times and he could see a faint blush creeping up her face. "Uh ... sure." David stepped aside to let her through and he caught a faint scent of vanilla. I wonder if she tastes just as good. David had to mentally shake his head at the thought. He didn't even know why she was there and he needed to focus before he scooped her up and took her to his bedroom. "Can I ask what you're doing here?" "I came here about the ... um." She paused for a minute. She seemed as flustered as he was. "A dining room table. I saw an ad in the paper." A dining room table? I didn't put an ad in the paper. "I don't have a table to sell. Did it give you the address?" "Yeah. 129 Lincoln Apt. 1C" "This is 1B. 1C is in the next building over." "Oh. Um ... sorry to intrude then. I'll ... uh ... just get going." It was clear she was hesitant to leave. Hell he was hesitant on letting her leave. "Oh you don't have to go. Would you like a beer? I was just about to watch some TV and have one myself when you stopped by." David didn't realize he was holding his breath until it whooshed out after she grinned and nodded her head yes. "Ok. Just have a seat and I'll go grab you one. Remote's on the coffee table. Watch whatever you want." David went to the kitchen and pulled out another beer. He had to stand with the freezer door open for a minute to cool his heated skin. He wanted to just go in the living room and rip her clothes off. David looked down at his state of dress or lack thereof. Maybe if I had some fucking clothes on I could hold myself back. David went into his room to grab a t-shirt. When he walked into the living room, he could see the disappointment in her face as she saw he had put on a shirt. David handed her the beer and slid down next to her on the loveseat. They had only watched the TV for about 30 seconds before David smacked himself in the head. "I'm an ass" She looked up and him and uttered "Excuse me?" "I don't even know your name. I'm David. David Van Zante." He reached out his hand to shake hers. She was ginning as she slid her hand into his. "Nice to meet you David. I'm Stacey. Stacey James." David could tell that she was reluctant to let go of his hand. He stroked his fingers across her knuckles a couple of times and then slowly released it. They sat and talked for a couple of hours. He found out she was 22, working at a shitty job and would rather try and fix things herself before buying something new. As they we talking, David had slid an arm behind her and was lazily stroking her neck and shoulder. They had stopped talking and were just relaxing watching some TV. David wasn't paying any attention to the TV. The only that registered was this hot young woman cuddled up against him with her hand rubbing circles on his chest. He wanted to kiss her. And caress her. And make her scream out in passion. There was just no way to suppress the groan. Stacey looked up into his eyes and he just couldn't hold it back anymore. His lips swooped down and caught hers in a passionate and bruising kiss. He heard her moan and felt her lips part under his. He needed no more encouragement and slid his tongue in to duel with hers. David slowly slid his hand down until he reached her breast. He slowly kneaded it with his fingers and when he tweaked her nipple, she gasped and then moaned low in her throat and deepened the kiss. David laid her back on the loveseat so he could get better access. Encouraged by her response, David slid his other hand under her shirt to trace the waistband of her jeans. He slowly teased her belly. He had just unsnapped her jeans when she pulled back. Her eyes were cloudy and nearly emerald in color. Her lips were puffy and red from his kisses. David had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Stacey couldn't believe what she was doing. She had only met this guy a couple of hours ago and now she was about ready to let him take her to bed. Or on the loveseat. As she looked into his eyes, all of her doubts flew out the window. She had to have him. NOW. Stacey grabbed David's shirt and pulled it over his head. She was about ready to do the same with her own when he reached out a hand to stop her. "Let me do that." Do whatever you want to me. Stacey thought. David grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up over her head. My God this woman is gorgeous. David thought to himself. Stacey wasn't wearing a bra and David had to pause a minute to take in the view. He growled low in his throat and Stacey just giggled. David looked up and smiled. He was about to work her pants off but decided to take a detour. He began kissing and nipping her ear and then slowly worked his way down the slender column of her neck and then traced her collarbone with his tongue. Stacey was having trouble breathing as David worked his way down. When his tongue flicked her nipple, she nearly screamed in pleasure. Stacey was in no way a virgin but none of her past lovers had really taken anytime to play with her breasts. David suckled her nipple and gently raked his teeth across it. Stacey was going crazy. She had wrapped her fingers in his hair and was try to get closer. Satisfied that he had worked her up enough, David went back to his task of undressing her. He slowly slid the zipper down and stopped to kiss and nip her belly. Stacey was moaning and squirming beneath him. He pulled her jeans and panties off in one motion. David drank in the site of her laying on the loveseat in all her glory. He had never been so hard in his life. Stacey was completely bare. There wasn't a hair in site on her smooth mound. David was so completely mesmerized by the site that he didn't realize that she was reaching for his shorts until it was too late. David nearly lost it as he felt her hand curl around his shaft through his shorts. "Someone here is a little overdressed." "I think we need to remedy that." David hurriedly shucked his shorts and tried to get back to the task at hand but Stacey stopped him. She wanted to get a good look at this cock that was going to be pounding in her in a few minutes. She sat up and began to lightly caress his cock. She was always just on the receiving end of sex. She had never been able to really explore the male anatomy. When she reached out and grasped his cock, David threw his head back and moaned. David was the perfect size for Stacey. He was about 8 inches long she could just barely close her hand around him. He loved feeling her soft hand on his cock. He wasn't paying attention and then he felt his cock being wrapped in wet warmth. David looked down to see that Stacey had wrapped her lips around his cock and was bobbing her head up and down. She released him for a moment so she could play a little more. She flicked her tongue across the tip to taste the precum that had gathered there. Then she went back to sucking on his cock. David couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her off his cock and laid her down on the loveseat and went back to business. David kneeled down between Stacey's thighs and slowly ran his palms up her legs. He had to grin as he watched her squirm and try to get closer. As he neared her pussy, he started to back off and go back down her legs. Stacey moaned her disappointment and David just chuckled. David continued torturing her for another minute or two. He would mix in gentle caresses and little licks and nips along her thighs. He just loved watching her squirm and seeing her juices leaking out and soaking her nether lips. "Oh God just touch me already." Stacey moaned as David started to slide his hand back down her thighs. She had her head thrown back with her eyes closed and was trying to thrust herself closer to David. David couldn't help himself. As Stacey laid there splayed and moaning, he took one long lick of her pussy. Stacey shot up and clutched his head closer. David needed no further encouragement. He slowly began to lick up her juices. She really does taste as good as I thought she would. Better even. He wanted her to be very ready when he fucked her and didn't want her to cum just yet. He ran his tongue along her outer lips and then he would just flick his tongue over her clit. He slowly slid a finger inside of her and gently thrust it in and out. She was gushing now. Stacey thrashed and moaned on the loveseat trying to find relief. "I need you inside me now." David lapped at her juices a couple more times. "Please! Just fuck me now!" Stacey couldn't stop moaning and thrusting at David's tongue. She needed him inside her but he just kept tormenting her. She managed to compose herself enough to lift her head had stare deep into his eyes. "I want that big hard cock thrusting in my pussy right now!" David almost came right there. When he heard those husky words coming from this little woman, he grew harder and was pulsing with need. David wasn't about to deny her request. He rose up and with one smooth move he thrust into her tight pussy. They both gasped the instant he penetrated her. She was more than wet enough to accommodate him but it was still a tight fit. David started to slowly thrust inside Stacey's tight cunt. She was just so beautiful lying there with her chest flushed with passion. He didn't know how much longer he would last. Stacey gripped the arm of the loveseat for support as David thrust into her. She was so close to that peak. She could feel it boiling inside of her. David started thrusting harder into her and she started to thrust back at him trying to reach that glorious end to this torment. It was so close. She could feel his cock expanding and knew he was going to cum soon. "Oh God. Fuck me. Cum in my hot pussy." At that moment, David lost it and released spurt after spurt of hot cum inside Stacey's pussy. Stacey bit her fist to try and suppress the scream she felt rise up inside her. He was shooting his spunk deep in her pussy and she could feel each and every hot spurt inside of her. She shuddered and tried to milk every drop out of him. David hadn't remembered ever coming this hard before. He felt his legs give out and collapsed on top of her. They were both trying to get their breathing under control before they moved. As David slowly came back to Earth, he lifted himself up off of her and picked her up and carried her to bed. The next morning David awoke first. He could feel Stacey's body wrapped around him. She had thrown an arm around his waist and had her legs entwined with his. He looked down at her sleeping face and felt warmth expand in his chest and nearly panicked. Where did that come from? I just met her. He wanted to lie in bed with her for the rest of the day just so he could feel her warmth. At that moment, he heard his stomach growl. He hadn't eaten since lunch the day before and he knew she would be hungry too after the night they just had. He grinned as he thought back to all they had done last night. The episode on the loveseat was just the beginning. They had made slow sweet love in the bed and then David had taken her hard from behind in the shower. After that, they went back to the bed and just talked and then David took her one last time as the sun was beginning to light the sky. David had to carefully extricate himself from Stacey's embrace. As he left the bed, he saw her frown and leaned down and softly kissed her lips. Stacey murmured something in her sleep and then relaxed. David slipped on a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Stacey awoke slowly to the smell of coffee and bacon. She stretched languidly and grinned. She had never had a night as good as last night had been. They had sex and talked too. Not many men would do that with her. Especially not someone she just met. She slid out of bed and looked into David's closet to find something to wear. She found an old t-shirt and slipped it on. It only reached just below her ass but he's seen everything anyway. Stacey left the bedroom in search of caffeine and a hot man. She walked into the kitchen and saw David making pancakes. He is so considerate. Stacey slid up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle. David didn't stop what he was doing. He just turned and gave her a peck on the lips. "Are you hungry?" For you? Stacey thought. "I'm starved." She said with a grin. While David dished out their breakfast, Stacey filled up a cup of coffee. They ate breakfast and just talked of inconsequential things like her job and dreams and what he was planning on doing since he was done with his college courses. While they were talking, Stacey glanced at the clock. It read 10 AM. "Oh my God! I have to get going. I have to meet my sister in an hour and I haven't even showered yet." David grinned and replied. "Well it might go faster if I helped you wash your back." Stacey couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. "As good as that sounds, I really have to get going." Stacey found her clothes on the living room floor and hurriedly put them on. She had just grabbed her purse and was walking to the door when David appeared in a pair of jean and a t-shirt. "Let me walk you out." David walked her out to her car and gave her a long passionate kiss before she got in. She was trying to think of some excuse to give her sister so they could go back to his apartment. "I'll give you a call later okay." Stacey gave him one more quick kiss. "Okay." And then she drove off to get ready. Knowing that tonight would probably be a repeat of the night before. Silently thinking of all the ways she could leave her sister's early and get back to being naked with David.