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The One That Got Away

By: Addicted2Romance



"Wait! Don't go!" I shouted, grabbing her by the wrist as she began to turn away.

"Why shouldn't I? Give me one good reason!" She yelled, pulling her hand away from mine. Her face was faintly pink and her eyes began to swell with tears. Covering her face with her hands, she let out faintly heard sobs. She was always too prideful to be seen crying. But this time her emotions got the best of her. I stood there without motion, stricken with grief and sorrow. Shoving my hands into my pockets I searched for words of comfort. I knew why she shouldn't go but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I suppose my shyness had also gotten the best of me. 

We've known each other all our lives, never once keeping anything from one another. Well, except for the one thing that had haunted my mind since the first time I'd laid eyes on her. 

Acting on instinct, I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her closely to me. Reluctant at first at being comforted, she pulled away for me, resisting my embrace. But she was too weak, and for once, she was the one that needed comforting. For all of the time that I've known her she had always been a fighter. She never gave in, no matter how vast the pain. But for that one moment, she let down the shield she had worked so hard to build up. For that one moment, she held tightly to me, letting me hold her. 

The sounds of her sobs were muffled into my shirt as I held on. I felt as if we were on the edge of a rocky shore and I was the barricade, shielding her from the salty waters. It was almost as if I could smell the strong sea air and hear the powerful waves crashing against the jagged rocks. 

But my senses were fooled. We were standing in the living room, our shadows dimly displayed by the crackling flames of the fireplace. As I held her, I glanced upon the harsh consuming flames, lost in the moment. Now the faint sobs have ceased and her head lay against my shoulder. It seemed like hours had passed but the moon still shown brightly against the windowsill. 

"Please don't go. I need you here." I whispered softly. She half smiled. Her tears had made her weak, for on her face lay the remnance of sorrow and heartache. 

"I would only stay for you James. This wretched town has hated me from the beginning. It was you who welcomed me with open arms." She replied reflectively, recalling the not so pleasant memories of the past. 

"They fail t o se the real you Lana. I'm a good judge of character, and as I have seen, you are a good person." I said encouragingly. Removing her head from my shoulder she looked up at me with a weak smile. Her eyes glistened in the firelight. 

"You're a good friend James." She said, wrapping her arms around my neck. At that moment, reality hit hard on my clouded mind. I was no longer in my dream world of love, but in my living room with a friend that would never become anything more to me. "Friend", the word was like a glacier against my beating heart. I let out a sigh. Whether it was a sigh of anguish or disappointment, I have not decided. 

"Well, I better get going. Mother will have a fit if I'm not home for dinner" she stated, releasing her arms from around my neck. 

"I could walk you home. You know, it is pretty dark out there." I replied, glancing out the cold-fogged window. 

"Oh James, don't worry. I'm a big girl. " She said in witty voice. Walking over to the couch, she grabbed jacket and hat and quickly put them on. With that, I walked her to the door, secretly leaning foreword to smell her beautiful hair. She always smelled of sweet cinnamon and always seemed to have a habit of running her fingers through her hair. Like all girls, she was nothing short of self-conscious and always insisted that she was "fat". But I loved her for it. In fact, I loved her more than anything in the world.

Suddenly, I felt as if I was somehow losing her, Lana, that is. Without thinking I grabbed hold of her, planting a gentle kiss upon her soft lips. As I held her, I felt no resistance, no pulling away or pleas of release. For those few moments, we stood there in the doorway, locked in a soft kissed and blown upon by the cold but soft winter breeze. After awhile I released her from my gentle grasp, taking one of her hands in mine. Looking down into her eyes, I longed for some sort of comment, some sign. Anything! I was helpless at that moment, lost for words as I stared into her crystal green eyes. 

"James…I-I have to go." She finally said, pulling her hand away from mine. Her cheeks and nose where bright pink from the cold but her eyes still glistened beautifully as they always did. 

With that, she left. Holding her jacket tightly to her, she headed down the gray empty pavement. At that moment, I felt as if my heart had sunken deep into my throat, choking me with its pressure. I stood there in that doorway, wishing that I hadn't kissed her, but at the same time wishing that she was in my arms.

Later that night I found myself haunted by a terrifying dream. In it I was being chased by a dark shadow. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I just kept running, trying to escape. I awoke drenched in a cold sweat; my body was shaking in fear. I looked around the room, gasping for air. It felt so real but I quickly returned to the real reality. I looked outside. The snow fluttered down heavily and the wind whipped at the trees with what seemed like a fiery vengeance. 

Unable to get back to sleep I slid on my robe and made my way downstairs into the kitchen. Since I am not a very good sleeper, I often find myself making constant trips to the kitchen in the middle of night in search of a snack. In tonight's case, it will be a cup of hot chocolate. Waiting for the water to boil I sat solemnly at the kitchen counter, battling with never ending thoughts of Lana. I was never able to truly get her out of my mind. In a way, it was an addiction.

Soothed by the peaceful bubbling of the boiling water, I began to drift off into a deep sleep, laying my head against the cool marble counter.

The next morning a tapping at the kitchen door awakened me. Startled, I bolted upright, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I looked to the door. It was Lana. Quickly I smoothed down my hair and wiped the remittance of the night before from my face and went to open the door. 

"Lana? What are you doing here this early?" I said groggily, running my hand over the top of my head once more. She was dressed in a powder blue coat and hat. Her eyes smiled at me. 

"This early? James it's two o'clock You didn't fall asleep on the counter again did you?" she replied laughing, her cheeks where red from the cold.

She knew me too well. "Uh, of course not. Hey, why don't you come in? It's freezing out there." I said, quickly changing the subject. Looking around the kitchen, I searched for anything out of place. Since I had just woken up, I didn't have a chance to prepare for Lana's visit. She looked curiously at me.

"Gosh James, it's just me" she said, as she took a seat at the counter. It was like she could read my mind. It was unreal, and on top of it all she acted as if last night hadn't even happened which made me curious. 

" I know. It's just-…never mind" I replied, making my way over to the fridge. I turned to her.

"Do you want anything?"

"No thanks I'm fine." 

Opening the refrigerator door I searched for something to eat. I grabbed a carton of milk and closed it back. She watched me, running her fingers back through her golden hair.

"So are we still going?" she asked excitedly.

"Going?" I asked in return, unsure of what she was talking about

"Winter Fest!" She replied, looking at me in disbelief. I had completely forgotten.

"Oh, right. Of course we're going." Opening the carton I took a gulp of milk.

"We've been planning this for months! Don't tell me you forgot."

"I've just had a lot on my mind lately." I said softly, running my hand over the back of my neck.

"Oh? Like what?" 

At that moment I felt like letting it all out. I wanted to scream out and yell, "You! All I ever think about is you Lana! I love you!" but I knew that wasn't the smartest of moves. Still curious about last night, I decided to ease into that subject instead. I hesitated. 

"Lana…last night…when we kissed…did you feel anything?" My eyes were focused on floor. Although I seemed calmed, my heart felt as if it were going to jump straight out of my chest. I swallowed it down. Looking up at her I waited anxiously for her response. I could see that, like me, she was also hesitant. She looked at me.

"I don't know…what do you mean by feel anything?" she asked. I could sense the awkwardness in her voice. I looked into her eyes.

"I mean other than friendship," I asked, my voice trailing off. 

"I-… Look James, I have to go. See you tonight?" she replied, grabbing her coat and hat.

"Yeah…tonight." I said, looking at her with longing eyes. 

And with that she hurried out the door. 

Later that night I began to prepare for the annual "Winter Festival". After I was dressed and ready I looked in the mirror, smoothing over any loose hairs that I had neglected to comb. I ran my hand along my cheeks and chin. I had forgotten to shave but then again I rarely did in the winter. 

If I were to describe myself, I would say that I am definitely one of your average guys. I'm about 6 feet. I have blue eyes and shaggy dark brown hair and when I didn't shave I looked about 3 years older than I was.

I don't party, I don't drink and I definitely am not much of a talker. I honestly didn't see the big deal about the Winter Festival, but I guess that was probably the biggest difference between Lana and I. She is what you might call "a social butterfly". It was her who pulled me out of my anti-social shell and dragged me around to every hot spot in town. If it weren't for Lana, I would be sitting on my couch tonight, watching some old movie on HBO. 

"Opposites attract". I never understood that until I met her. I often wondered how two, completely different people could be attracted to one another. Lana and I are so different, but I am so in love with her. I don't know. I guess in a way, she captivates me. She's everything inside of me that I wish I could be.

As I pulled up to the club entrance the anxiety within me was on overload. I don't know why I was so nervous, but large crowds of people always freaked me out a little. Next to the door there was a long line of people blocked off by a set of velvet ropes, obviously waiting to get inside. From the looks on their faces, they were anxious, and if I'm not mistaken, extremely cold. 

Not wanting to waste anymore time I found the closest parking spot I could and headed towards the entrance. I took slow, relaxed strides, breathing in and out to pump myself up. As I walked passed the long line of people, I heard whispers, more than likely referring to me. "Where does he think he's going?"…Who is that guy?" is what they said. I walked up to the security guard. He was standing directly in front of the club entrance, his arms crossed.

"Name?" He asked, eyeing me with suspicion. His muscular figure was a little intimidating.

" Uh, James Westerly. I'm with Lana Matthews." For a moment I forgot where I was. I looked up at the guard with ease. He scanned the list of allowed club guests quickly, his eyes darting across the page. 

"Go ‘head in Mr. Westerly. Have a great time." He said, looking at me with a wink. For some reason I sensed a bit of sarcasm in his voice. As soon as the guard opened the door, the sound of loud blaring music hit my ears. I flinched a little, somewhat surprised. The guard laughed.

"Loud, ain't it?" He yelled, his voice booming.

"Just a tad!" I yelled back, walking into the club. 

As I pushed through the large crowd of people, the club atmosphere hit my senses with great force. The light smell of incense hitting my nostrils, the blaring sound of music mixed with the laughter and chatter of the crowd hitting my ears and the bright multi-colored lights hitting my eyes was a bit overwhelming. I scanned the room looking for Lana. As soon as I saw her, I'd be comfortable again. 

I let out a breath and made my way over to the not so crowded bar. I took a seat and hunched myself over the shiny wooden counter.

"You OK kid?" The bartender asked, looking at me with curiosity. I looked up at him with dazed eyes.

"This just really isn't my scene you know?" I replied, looking around the club with light distaste. 

"Oh, I hear you. Hey, can I get you a drink? It'll be on me." He said, watching me as I glanced around. He was old, the bartender I mean. He had a pair of cool gray eyes that seemed to kind of read you before you even said anything. He had long shaggy gray hair that was slicked back and neatly tied into a ponytail. 

"Uh, no thanks. I don't drink", I said, fiddling with a stray straw that was left on the bar. The bartender nodded slightly then walked over to the other side of the bar. 

Suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I jumped a little.

"Hey handsome." A soft voice whispered into my ear. 

"L-Lana!" I exclaimed, whirling around in surprise. She smiled at me with one of her many gorgeous smiles. Her eyes sparkled, even in the dim light of the bar.

"Who were you expecting? Britney Spears?" She laughed lightly. 

"Well actually, I'm meeting Paris Hilton here for a drink in a bit, but, close enough." I replied, matching her sarcasm with a smile.

"Only in your dreams Jimmy!" She said, playfully, but lightly hitting me on the shoulder. I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck. It was then that I noticed how beautiful she looked. I gazed at her, taking in every inch of her figure.

"What?" She asked in a worried voice, watching my eyes.

"You look…" I said, my voice trailing off as I began to stare. I was lost for words.

"Horrible I know! This dress makes me looks so fat!" she replied, as she looked down at herself.

She was wearing a long black dress, which complimented her slender body perfectly. Around her neck was a sliver chain with a small diamond pendant that hung from the end. I recognized it as the necklace I had given her on her birthday. Her hair was parted slightly to the side, making it so that some of it hung modestly in front of her face. 

"The word I was going for was amazing." I replied, looking at her with a dazed smile. 

"T-thanks." She whispered, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear as she smiled back at me. For a few moments we stared into each other's eyes. And, although there was at least 500 people in the club that night, it felt as if her and I were the only ones in the entire room. 

The Winter Festival that night lasted until 6 am the next morning. Like I said, I'm not much of a party guy. But I will admit that I did have a pretty good time. Although mostly everyone had left and gone home, Lana and I stood in front of the club entrance.

"I'm starving! You want to get something to eat?" Lana asked me, swaggering a little as she spoke. I knew that she was obviously drunk.

"Na, I think I'm going to just head home. In fact, I think it might be a good idea for you to get home too Lana. You're pretty hammered," I said, with concern, sliding my hands onto her waist to steady her. She broke into a fight of laughter.

"Oh come on Jimmy! Have a little fun! You're such a party pooper. And I'm not drunk. I'm just sleepy weepy!" She staggered, falling into my arms. I held on to her, rubbing her back as her head rested on my shoulder.

"Come home with me." I whispered, rocking her a bit. I knew then that she was too drunk to object.

"Mk" She whispered back, yawning. The smell of alcohol lingered on her breath. 

With that I lifted her up into my arms and carried her to the car. As I laid her gently into the passenger seat, the surrounding observers watched with curiosity. Paying them no mind I climbed into the driver's seat and headed home. 

As I pulled up to the driveway I glanced over at Lana. She slept soundly, her head lay gently against the window and her eyes were lightly shut. I smiled.

After calling Lana's mom and getting everything settled in the house, I carried Lana up the stairs and tucked her into bed, wrapping her in the soft white sheets. She moved slightly but her eyes remained closed.

"Mm, I love you James. You're such a good friend." She murmured softly, burrowing her head into the pillow. There was that word again: "Friend". This time it didn't seem to hurt as much. I guess after awhile the word became kind of numb to me.

" I love you too Lana." I whispered back, leaning over her to kiss her forehead. 

At that moment, Lana was mine. I know that sounds selfish, but I had her, and that was all that really mattered to me. And with that I crawled into bed beside her and slept.

Later that day I awoke to find a note attached to the pillow in which Lana's head had once laid. It read:

Dear James,

Thank you, so much for letting me crash here. I hope I wasn't too much trouble. I'm going to head home. Thanks again. 

Love,

Lana xoxo 

P.S. I made you some brownies as a little thank you. I hope you like them. I know they're your favorite. =) 

Still groggy from sleep I ran my hands down my face, wiping away any remittance of the night before. Just as I was about to go and grab a quick shower the phone rang. I answered.

"Hello?"

"Is Lana there?" A panicked voice asked on the other end.

"Mrs. Matthews? Is that you?" I asked groggily yawning.

"James is Lana with you?" Her voice grew more urgent. 

"No, she left earlier. Why, what's up?" 

"When Lana came home, we got into an argument. She stormed out of the house in such a hurry-I…I couldn't stop her. I have never seen her that angry before. James, I…I don't know what to do." She began to sob.

"Calm down Mrs. Matthews, everything will be fine. Do you know where Lana is now?" I asked, beginning to worry.

"No! That's why I called you. I thought that she would've come to you." Her voice shook with fear.

"Do-Don't worry. I'm sure she's fine. I'll find her." I replied, trying to keep calm, although my voice was starting to panic as well. After I hung up with Lana's mom, my mind began to race, thinking of all of the places Lana would go.

I spent the whole night searching for her, looking in ever place I could think of but she was no where to be found. 

The Tree House! The thought hit me like a raging thunderbolt. When Lana and I were kids we built a tree house that only we could enter. It was like our second home. We would come there whenever we felt angry or sad. It was like our sanctuary, a safe place from all the pressures of the world. Although, at the time, we didn't think of it as such as place. 

By the time I reached the tree house, night had fallen. The sky was a deep navy and the moon glistened eerily between the trees. Although there was only a light layer of layer of snow on the ground, it was breathtakingly freezing. 

As I climbed the worn steps to the tree house the wind whipped and whistled in my ears, which made it impossible to hear along with the creaking of the old wood beneath me. 

"Lana?" I yelled, desperately hoping for an answer. But it was useless; my words were whipped away by the vicious wind. Reaching the top of the tree house I squinted, peering into the small but sturdy window. 

At that moment my heart sunk deep into my throat, making me completely and utterly speechless. I couldn't move; it was if my hands and feet were frozen to the already icy stepladder. My mind could not believe what my eyes had portrayed. There, on the tree house floor lay Lana, cold and frozen as stone. 

I began to cry. Never in my life have I cried as much as I did in that moment. It was as if everything that ever caused me pain was coming back to me crashing down into my heart. With tears streaming down my numbed face, I climbed inside of the tree house. I inched towards her lifeless body, the wooden floor creaking beneath my clunky feet.


The One That Got Away



"Lana wake up. Please wake up. Please tell me you're just sleeping." I pleaded, sobbing continuously. 

Leaning down over her body, I looked with her with longing teary eyes.

" I've loved you my entire life. From the moment I laid eyes on you I knew that you were the one I'd been searching for and all of this time…. I've kept it deep inside of me." I whispered, ruffling her hair with my fingertips. 

"Why'd you have to take her from me? Why her? Why not me?" I yelled bitterly, looking up with hateful eyes. Sliding down onto the floor, I lay beside her, salty tears filling my eyes once again as I began to weep bitterly. I cried myself to sleep that night huddled close to her lifeless body.

The next morning I awoke to find a notebook clenched tightly in Lana's arms. Curious to what it could be, I took hold of it, running my hand against its worn cover. I opened it slowly. Inside it was a mix of beautiful sketch drawings of flowers and other random objects. As I flipped thorough it's pages I stumbled upon a crinkled page that had writing on it. It read:

James, My Only One

He was there for me from the start.

He never broke my heart.

If only I could tell him how much I care.

But inside the words just aren't there.

So inside this tree house I will store my heart…



The One That Got Away



ANGIE

I'll have to rewrite some of this story, as the "nice" opening I had originally started with won't cut the mustard. Since things went south for me in the fall of 2004, I've had my eyes "opened" to more of the true nature of the girl involved. She's done some things in the intervening months that really make me question the kind of person I thought she was- I guess I was blind. I'm a pretty private person when it comes to my sex life, but I feel some of this might help me get over her. Plus, she felt is was OK to tell all her buds about our hookups, so I want to tell my side. Getting over this has been the hard part for me, and I'm having trouble letting go.

For anyone who feels the need to get to the good stuff, it will be a bit before I get all the cathartic issues and setup out of the way. I'm changing her name to protect her a bit, as her real first name is so singular that it would give her away to all who know her, very quickly.

To explain who I am, and where I was a year ago, I worked in physical therapy at a Nursing Home in a semi-rural backwater town in the Northwest. I had a good job, with a super boss, and some nice folks to work with. It would seem that there are pretty much two kinds of women in the health care and nursing setting: sexy and attractive, or huge and rundown. Despite all the oxygen dependent COPD patients, smoking is rampant, along with piss poor eating habits. Coffee, cigarettes, and fast food seem to sustain.

In there somewhere is me "Average Joe". I'm 36, 5'10", 180, not in awful shape, but needing some toning. I was married, but not happily though, and that's part of why I'm where I'm at. Divorce was on the horizon whether this history unfolded or not. I have average looks, above average smarts, and no physical characteristics of particular note. Blue eyes, glasses, and light brown hair. I'm no ladies man, and was never much to pick up women- just inept I guess. I always said I could fall into a barrel of titties and come out sucking my thumb.... I seem to be the guy women would rather have as a friend vs. boyfriend. I fit well at work, and I was well liked by other staff members. I enjoyed my work I was lucky, as for the most part my female co-workers were attractive. My boss was a handsome older woman, the chief female aide was tall, pretty, and voluptuous, and our Occupational Therapist was cute and had a great figure. Thing is, I had worked around hot women my whole life, and never really thought about mixing work and pleasure, as I always thought it unprofessional. That would all change.....

DEVIL IN A BLACK DRESS

Halloween of '03 may be one I always remember fondly. I own a kilt, and use any excuse to wear it. Halloween is one of those times. It's the first time I can remember seeing her. Her has a name: Angie, and she had started working as a CNA (Certified Nurse's Assistant) on the floor. Angie was packed into a black witch's costume a'la something out of a B-movie with Carmen Electra. She's about 5'4", cute as a button, with long light brown hair, blue eyes, nice butt, and a dose of cleavage to make you cry to Mama. Sure to give some of the male residents a coronary. Hell, I felt like I'd have one!!

I must have worked and seen her for 3-4 weeks before I even really spoke to her. I might have traded some "skirt" talk on Halloween (I wore a kilt), but the memory isn't there. She was very nice, alert, mature, and helpful with my patients, and I figured her to be in her mid 20's. We flirted mildly for about two weeks before I found out from one of her co-workers that she was only 19! WOW!! I was pretty surprised. She also had a daughter, and was going through a rough patch with her boyfriend. I wrote it off, and just figured the flirting to be just a normal office thing. No biggie.

Well, the flirting picked up. I've always been attracted to younger women- my wife was 8 years younger than me, but a 15+ year difference seemed inconceivable at the time. I found myself going out of my way to chat, flirt, or just follow like a puppy dog. I couldn't help myself. I talked to other male co-workers, and we all agreed, Angie had some pheromone thing, or some intangible quality men flocked to. I was definitely a statistic.

One of my duties to prep some patients was to load portable oxygen tanks for our COPD residents, so they don't crash with my therapy. The tank filler is in a separate locked room outside the main building. One day in February of '04 I needed to load one, and Angie was nearby and offered to keep me company. This was a boring duty, and usually not handled by two staff members, but I liked being around her. We went to the O2 room, and I setup the tank. She was staring at me, and I was instantly nervous, like I was on a first date. All I could think about was attacking her, throwing her up on a nearby case of water jugs, and ravish her. I was dumbstruck, and made some unintelligible banter and tried not to look at her. We were both nervous, I was to find out later. But, alas, nothing happened except my cold shower later in the day. We did swap e-mails and cell numbers later in the week.

I IM'd her a few times, and we talked about the creeping demise of our respective relationships. The flirting continued, until we got naughty and suggestive. We passed some positively sexual IM's and e-mails over the course of two weeks, until her boyfriend blew up at her. He was the insane jealous type, looking on her cell phone for who was calling, and re-reading her IM history from the computer. He freaked, and some bad mojo started. More on that later....

Professionally for the military, I was trying to get into a school, and had to get in shape. I mentioned to Angie that I was running, and she offered to run with me. I was still pretty naïve at this point. DUH! She met me at the park to run, and that's when things took a life of their own. We stretched, and started to jog. God she smelled and looked great, and I was soon running with a hardon- uncomfortably. I couldn't keep from looking at her heaving breasts as we ran- they had a life of their own! About halfway though the first lap in the wood, I'd had enough. I stopped, grabbed her, and kissed her. She melted into my arms. Floods of emotions ran amok. I had some serious guilt issues right off the bat, but I was unable to keep my hands off her, and unfortunately, she didn't struggle a bit. 

We sat and talked in the woods, kissing and groping a bit. We both admitted we were in a screwed up position, and she didn't feel comfortable as the "other woman". She was a fantastic kisser, and really enjoyed it. Can't say that I was complaining...

A couple of weeks passed, and the tension at work was so thick you could cut it. We IM'd almost every day, where she complained about her boyfriend, and I complained about life at home. She eventually broke up with him, but he was psycho, and didn't go away like she wanted.

FIRST DATE

I had left work, and began working full time in another town for the military. I didn't get to see her everyday, and maybe later this was to be a telling reason on why things didn't work out. But, I had an upcoming weekend where I had to work, and my wife informed me she was leaving to visit her folks. Since I had some free nights, I asked Angie if she wanted to catch a movie. She was busy early Friday evening, but said she'd be free at about 7pm. Her cousin took her daughter for the night, and I met Angie at the place her cousin worked. She was wearing a tight top, and some tight black pants, and looked fantastic. I also noticed I had a hardon just being near her. Except for being in the car away from her, I was to have this erection just about any time I was around her.

We weren't able to come up with a definitive plan, so I asked if she'd like to rent a movie, and we could grab some pizza. She agreed, and I kissed her goodbye so she could get the flick, and me the dinner. She met me at the house about 40 minutes later, and we started the movie ( some slasher flick ), and had some pizza and beer. After only a few minutes of the movie, we started kissing, and it was all downhill from there. I never expected things to move so fast, but who was I to complain?

We moved around on the sofa, grinding and kissing, and I started to massage her boobs. Soon, she was sitting on my lap, and I helped her get her shirt off. I faced some of the finest cleavage I have seen, in print or real life. I pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders, and then undid the front clasp and released..... Heaven.

She had the most fantastic breasts I had ever seen in person. I was never much of a big tit fan until that moment. They were large- 34D+, round, and well shaped with little to no sag. I said " Wow" as I caressed them, and she said "Silly, they're just boobs!", but I begged to differ...She had nice nipples, and I stated nursing like a baby.

I was a bit road worn, and still in my military getup, so I told her I was going to take a shower (since it appeared we were going to hook up). I asked her if she wanted to come along, and she said yes.

I took her by the hand to the bathroom, and lit a candle for mood after I started the shower. We took each other's clothes off, and it was the first time I got to see her nude. I wasn't disappointed. I was still mesmerized by her chest, but she had a pretty cute figure, too. Her ass was a little on the ghetto booty side, but was round and firm, and she had trim hips and nice legs to go along. Her tummy was flat, and she had a few stretch marks from her pregnancy that she was a little self conscious about, but they were no matter to me. But what struck me was her puss: shaved and about as perfect as I've ever seen. We kissed and caressed, and then I led her by the hand into the shower.

The candle provided a warm low light, and we kissed and lathered each other for a long time. I washed her long hair, rinsed and straitened it, which I feel is a very intimate and sexy thing to do in the shower, and soon began exploring her body. I stood behind her, with my erection driving into her from behind, with the water rinsing her front while I massaged her shoulders, tits and tummy. After several minutes of this, she turned around, and we kissed some more...

She kissed down my chest and stomach, and started kissing and caressing my erection. She feather kissed it, then took it into her mouth. I don't have the ubiquitous 9 inch schlong, but it is about 7 inches or a hair over, and fairly thick. I never have complaints, anyway. She was able to get some of it in her mouth, and sucked me into oblivion for a couple minutes. She was very good at it, and gave some of the best head I've ever had.

I stood her up and kissed her some more, then we finished the shower. I toweled her off, and dried her hair as best as I could. I took her by the hand, and led her back to the bedroom. We kissed next to the bed for a few more minutes, but the tension was killing us. I laid her down, and started in on her magnificent boobs again, and rubbing her slick pussy. I kissed my way down her body, and nibbled on her hipbones- running my tongue up and down the crease from her hip to her pussy. She covered her puss with her fingers, so I kissed the inside of her thighs and tickled her outer labia with my tongue. She seemed to be bashful about me eating her, so I teased her and kissed her hand until I convinced her to move it.

I then spread her legs, and licked up until I hit her clit, and she gave a jittered sigh, and then a sudden "Oh" when I stuck my tongue into her hot hole. I was amazed- she had no odor or flavor- it was like licking water, with a slightly sweet taste. (I've had a bad experience or two in the past...) I sucked her clit and tickled it with the tip of my tongue, and ate her as best I could- she was moaning and started to hunch into my mouth then grabbed the back of my head, a total turn on. Finally, she said "enough- come here".

I moved up to hover over her, and kissed her passionately. My cock found the mouth of her pussy, and she gasped as I nestled into position. There wasn't any fumbling or near misses- it was like we'd been lovers for years, and it was amazing. I slid into the opening of her pussy, and it was some work to get into her. She was wet, but tight despite having had a kid, and we moved against each other to get my length into her tight box. It was pure heaven. She whispered "Ummm, big....." and we resumed kissing as we worked more cock into her. Soon I was all the way in, and we started fucking in earnest. The tempo climbed over ten of fifteen minutes, and both of us were loving it. She was egging me on between kisses, working her hips, and locking her ankles behind me, and grasping and pulling with arms and hands.

We'd been at it probably close to 20 minutes, and she really started to thrash, like I was scratching an itch she hadn't had scratched in a while. We screwed furiously, our timing perfect, and she made these fuck noises like "hungh, hungh, hungh" every time I hit bottom. I often nailed the opening in her cervix, so I knew I was getting her good. She worked her pussy against me, and moved her legs so they locked behind my knees, diving me to near-orgasm. I whispered in her ear "I'm gonna cum", but she either didn't hear me, or ignored me. (This point of discussion never came up, and I was a little concerned- I then planned to pull out) But, she wouldn't let me up! I think she was cumming- her pussy convulsed and she groaned hard.

I came in a huge gush- I'd been hard since she walked into the house- I must have squirted 8 or 9 salvoes of cum into her pussy- I was in ecstasy, and she really went crazy on my cock as she felt the head swell and pulse inside her. Her nails dug my back, and we kissed with utter abandon.

I stayed in her as we came down, writhing together, our juices sloshing about.

"You're still hard." She said.

I grinned at her, rotating my pelvis and sloshing my cock in her tight snatch. "Yep. No Viagra needed here."

(On a side note, I can maintain an erection for a long time, even after an orgasm. My ex-wife tried to see how long I would last once when we were newlyweds, and she kept me up for about 5 hours through 4 orgasms, after which it was too painful to continue...)

We stayed together a long time, kissing in the afterglow. I finally rolled off her, with her on my right, her head on my shoulder, and her right leg crossed over mine. She absently stroked my softening cock and balls, and we talked for a while.

"How was it?" I asked her.

She seemed bashful, but answered "It was really nice. I think I'm gonna be sore, but you feel good."

"So do you." And I meant it. Wow. Mind blowing. I'm not sure that first sex had ever been that electric. I drank in her scent, and the smell of our sex.

Then, the phone rang.

Angie got up, and I grabbed her a small towel to clean up. She went into the living room to talk, and indicated it was her best friend, Maryann. I sat on the edge of the bed, and had to laugh. The movie was still on....

I watched her ass as she talked on the phone, and could hear she was evading questions from her friend on what Angie was up to. Angie told her we were just watching the movie. It sounded like Maryann was skeptical.... But, watching Angie's ass was getting my attention, and I found myself getting aroused again.

I tiptoed up behind her, and slid my hands up over her hips to her waist. She knew what I was there for, and bent over while I pushed my cock back into her to the hilt. She immediately starting having difficulty concentrating on the phone conversation, and was gasping some while she talked. She made up an excuse to get done, and hung up after a few minutes. I continued to pump her for a little while, then she straitened up a bit and I kissed her over her shoulder and played with her tits.

We broke away and I took her back to bed, and she started giggling about the phone call- "That was awesome" she said, and we had a good laugh. I was still sporting a boner, and started playing with her pussy, and we were kissing again. Her clit was very sensitive, and she wouldn't let me play with it too much. I also noticed she was sopping wet, and I pointed this out to her.

She giggled again "You came a ton in me" she said.

"Sorry", and I shrugged my shoulders.

"No, it's great- it's a huge turn on. You made a big mess." And she laughed again.

I rolled over on top of her, and she instinctively pulled her legs up around me. I entered her again, and despite being soaking wet and messy with cum, she was tight. I began to move slowly in her. After a few minutes, she said "Fuck me harder."

I looked her in the eyes, and said "No, I'm going to go slow. I want to make love to you." She stared at me several seconds, and got a strange expression on her face, like she might cry. Then she grabbed my head and kissed me hard and passionately. And we made love. I moved in her slowly, all the way out, then driving in slowly so I made her crazy. She clutched, kissed, and even scratched a bit, working her hips at me, meeting me every time I pushed in. It was fantastic. I let my cum build for a while before picking up the tempo, but it still lasted a long time. I tried to get her to cum with me, but she whispered that she just wanted me to feel good and cum in her. I kissed her tenderly as I reached the pint of no return, and began to cum deep inside her pussy. She writhed and milked it from me, urging me on. I lay in her for a long time, and we kissed and fondled and caressed in the afterglow.

Eventually, I rolled us into a spoon, and we cuddled.

"No one's ever done that to me before." She admitted.

"What?"

"Made love to me."

I looked at her incredulously- "You're kidding, right?"

"No, never."

"What was it, just fucks? But you've had boyfriends. Surely they must have treated you nice in bed before?"

"No, just sex. Nothing tender like what you just did." 

I was stunned. How sad. She looked back over her shoulder at me for a few seconds. She kissed me.

"Thank you." She said.

"I'll make love to you any time you want. I promise. I'll make you feel good." And I meant it. She deserved better.

End of Part I



The One That Got Away



Do you believe in love at first sight? Well I sure do. Happened to me back in my last year of high school. I'd grown up in Los Angeles, California and was very comfortable in my neighborhood. I had lots of friends and interests. I fit in. 

Well, my parents decided it was time to "Move on" and sold our old two story home on the Angeles Mesa and headed out to the San Fernando Valley, about 25 miles to the north.

Twenty five miles doesn't seem that far does it? Might as well have been twenty five hundred miles for me. This was 1963 and it cost a fortune to make long distance calls. Heck...it might have been, like, a dollar or something! My old friends seemed distant and new friends were difficult to cultivate in my new high school. At least it seemed that way to me.

So I was lonely. Unlike the inner city school I'd attended, Granada Hills High featured tons and tons of gorgeous girls. Just tons of them. But a fish out of water like me had little chance to land them, or so it seemed to me. I palled around with a couple of other loners like me and we would eat lunch together and lust after the curvaceous blonds and redheads we saw walking by. "Surfer girls" we called them. Wearing those stylish "Granny Dresses" or "Shifts." Honey blond hair halfway down their backs. Usually casual sandals on their feet. Wow.

I remember one day, just after the bell rang to send us to fifth period class, I was walking in the quad area and saw a guy I knew from gym class walking with...with the most adorable blue eyed blond I'd ever seen! Oh my god! She was beautiful. Sprinkle of freckles across her nose, willowy figure. She looked...friendly! Thunderstruck, I made my way to my chemistry class but couldn't get her out of my mind.

I carefully approached John the next day in gym and managed to get the name of his girlfriend. Andrea. I repeated her name over and over in my mind with the image of her stunning young beauty overwhelming me.

I came to look for John and Andrea every day at lunch and, doggone it, they were always together. A solid couple it seemed. I usually said Hi to John and Andrea got to know my face but not my name or anything.

I eventually met a girl in display art class and we became an item. The usual high school stuff. Went to football games and such but, whenever I saw Andrea, my heart did flip flops and my current love interest quickly moved to the background in my heart.

I got to know John pretty well since he was friends with one of the guys I hung out with. He was a good guy, too. I never broached the subject of his relationship with my heartthrob but I assumed they were pretty serious.

Graduation day came and I remember letting out a rather major sigh when Andrea's name was called. She walked up and took her diploma, that ever present smile flashing as she did so. I caught her eye as she walked down the aisle and, I assumed, out of my life. Just another girl I wasn't fated to have.

Lots of my friends went away to college but that wasn't in the cards for me. I applied at the local state college and was grateful to be accepted. The trauma of moving midway through high school had taken an academic toll on me and I barely qualified for Valley State. Urged on by a friend, I joined a fraternity and ended up having a great time my freshman year.

The following fall, I signed up for a Written Expression class and, to my shock, Andrea walked in the classroom the first day of school! Holy Smoke! There she was! In all her Norwegian glory! She looked even better than I recalled and...and she was wearing a sorority pledge pin! Now, what this means is she's in the process of joining a social club at school and would be attending "Exchanges" where the Frats and Sororities got to know one another.

I knew Andrea well enough to go up to her after class and ask about John and was, well, not exactly disappointed to find that they had decided to break up since he was going away to the Midwest to attend a major university. The guy had to be crazy! I guess it's something you do in high school: Break up with a great girl because, well, there are great girls everywhere. Aren't there?

OK...To fast forward a bit, yes, Andrea attended the exchange with my fraternity and of course I made a point of spending the major part of the evening talking with her. Her best friend and pledge mate Sue was dating my buddy Tim and we quickly made plans to double date the following Friday night.

We went down to Hollywood to see the new James Bond movie at the Chinese theater and I was all excited to be actually going out on a date with Andrea. It was kind of hard to believe that I was now going out with her. She's been my dream girl for so long and now it was sort of coming true. I say "Sort of" because a date doesn't mean you're gonna screw her or anything. But still! She was my date for the evening!

Well the movie was terrific and the four of us went down to Pink's for a chili dog before heading home. We stopped at Sue's house first and Andrea and I watched as Tim kissed the heck out of her at the door! I was a little embarrassed and tried to make small talk but all the while I was thinking about our next stop: Andrea's front door!

We drove across the Valley to the hillside home where Andrea's family lived and I walked her up to the door. She easily turned to face me and thanked me for the evening. I gulped and almost panicked but Andrea slipped her arm around my waist and I leaned down and kissed her goodnight.

I kissed her goodnight! No, we didn't french or anything and it didn't last an eternity but I just floated back to the car. Tim had moved behind the wheel because I think he knew I wasn't going to be in any condition to drive after that kiss. And he was right! I remember the Beatle's "Ask me why" came on the radio as we drove away and I felt like it had been played just for me. Just for me and Andrea. At least I hoped so.

I would see Andrea at school and sometimes got to eat lunch with her. Our fraternity made a float for the homecoming parade every year and it involved staying up all night to finish putting on all the artificial flowers. Andrea's sorority agreed to help us out and Andrea and I had great fun all night working on the project. I got a few more kisses that night and I thought our little romance was moving along quite well.

I would call Andrea about once a week to chat and usually to ask her out and I came to find out that sometimes, she had other dates. This was troubling for me but, after all, we weren't engaged or pinned or anything so what did I expect? And...She was gorgeous! Tim found out that she'd seen John over Thanksgiving when he'd returned for the holiday and I knew their long and serious relationship wasn't exactly over.

I really looked forward to our dates and especially to sitting in the car when we got to her parents house at the end of the evening. I loved to hear her talk about...Heck about anything that came into her head! I'd steal a kiss or two in the car and it would get even better at the door. I'd hug her for all she was worth and stick my tongue into her mouth like there was no tomorrow. I just loved her so much.

The summer of 1967 saw the Jefferson Airplane release "Surrealistic Pillow" which was a great album. Some good rockers but a lot of romantic ballads that Marty Balin wrote. I asked Andrea to go see them at their upcoming concert at the Hollywood Bowl and she readily agreed to go. I pictured us there at the Bowl. Holding hands as they sang "Today" and "Comin' back to me." The romantic flow of the evening would wash over us and I'd end up screwing her! Ha ha! I realize now that it was just a dream but that's how my thinking went back then.

The opening act for the concert was somebody I'd barely heard of: The Grateful Dead! I came to know and love the Dead but, well let's just say they didn't exactly play a bunch of romantic love songs to put people in the mood for romance! The heady scent of marijuana filled the air and people leaped to their feet as the Dead did their best to get the crowd up and dancing. I felt a bit out of place for a time...wondering what Andrea was thinking of all this. She was a churchgoing girl and sang in the choir. The Grateful Dead was about as far from that as you could get.

Eventually the Airplane came on and, yes, they sang all of those love songs and I was hugging Andrea all the while. We got a bite to eat on the way home and soon we were sitting in her driveway, listening to the Airplane on my tape deck and cuddling. Andrea was chatting about an upcoming trip she was taking with her church singing group and, like always, I was enjoying watching her face and her eyes as she spoke. She really had a hold on me that's for sure. I finally asked her if she wanted to spit out her gum and she looked up at me as if to say "What for?" Then she got my drift and put the gum in the ash tray.

And then the kissing began! And it was so good! I was kissing the girl I'd loved since the first time I laid eyes on her now about 3 years ago, and she was kissing me back like she meant it! I hadn't really had any opportunity to try and feel her up to this point and, well, sitting in her driveway with her parents sleeping in the house didn't seem like the time or place to try anything. 

So we kissed and licked each other's tongues and my cock got stiff right away and I wanted her so badly but knew I had to move carefully. We finally went up to the front door and more kissing ensued and I got up enough nerve to let her feel my hardened cock pressing against her belly. Andrea had her hands around my neck and looked up at me dreamily with those blue/green eyes and quietly said "Night night!"

I was reluctant to let the night end but I just lightly squeezed her little hand and let her go. Andrea tried the door but it was locked. "I guess someone forgot I was out tonight." she remarked. I couldn't very well leave her there so I took her hand and we made our way around to the side gate where she opened the latch. We moved past the trash cans to the back door which was also locked! Finally Andrea had to reach in through the doggy door to get in the house.

We walked into the kitchen and chatted again for a couple of minutes. She looked at me at one point and said "You're always smiling!" I chuckled to myself. "Must be the company I keep!" was all I could think of to say in reply. 

"It's so light in here.." she mused and reached behind me to snap off the kitchen light. Now we embraced again in the dimly lit kitchen and I kissed Andrea with increasing ferocity. We moved across the room, her leading the way, to the sofa that faced the TV set and sat down.

I really didn't know what was going to happen next. I was hard as a rock and making out with Andrea and she seemed to be going for it! I kept kissing her, thinking if I stopped she would say goodnight and that would be it. Eventually I moved my hand up to her breasts and rather innocently smoothed my hand over them. Like I wasn't sure if she had tits or not! What a knucklehead! Andrea's breath quickened when I did it and so I rubbed her tits a bit harder and got a pretty good feel of them beneath her bra. Andrea had perfect little tits for a girl her size. Just like the ripe oranges growing on the trees outside her house. Quite honestly, I'd never been this far with a girl before and wasn't sure what to do next.

I was so aroused I couldn't help myself and reached for her legs. So smooth! Andrea wasn't wearing nylons, I assume because her legs were already tanned and toned and sexy as all get out without them! I lightly caressed her calves and tickled the backs of her knees which I had read was one of a woman's erogenous zones. She seemed to like it too and kind of opened her legs a bit further which served to spur me on!

My hand moved up to the creamy smooth flesh of her thighs and touching her there excited me beyond belief! It was too good to be true but I wasn't dreaming, it was real!

And then, magically, I was touching her panties! Andrea moaned when she felt me there and I broke our kiss and whispered "I love you Andy" which was the truth. She didn't verbally respond but she squeezed me a little tighter and I continued to lightly massage her pussy with only her little nylon panties covering it. Andrea spread kisses on my neck and ear and I was getting even more hot and bothered as I began to wonder how far this would go. I teased her thighs and again touched her panties as Andrea adjusted her position to allow me even greater access to her loins. I could now feel the vertical division she had just beneath her panties and Oh I longed to get to it!

I lowered my head and began to kiss Andrea's neck and then I was right at top of her light blue dress. Right between her little tits. I drank in the scent of her bust and then continued to slide down until I was kneeling on the floor in front of her. I kept my head close to Andrea's legs and then began to kiss the smooth skin just above her knees. I felt Andrea's hands in my hair, caressing my head softly as my warm breath was now at the hem of her dress. 

I had no idea where I was going next or what Andrea was thinking but I wanted her so badly I kept moving upwards...lifting her dress and kissing her thighs all the way. I used my palms to urge her legs just a little further apart to allow me to kiss the baby flesh at the top of her legs. My cock was straining for release from my slacks as I gently licked the inside of Andrea's thighs and then I again found myself at her white panties. I could smell her female scent right through the skimpy material and I only hesitated a few seconds before I placed a sweet kiss on Andrea's panty covered pussy!

I think I could have died and gone to heaven right then and I wouldn't have minded it a bit. My furious desire for Andrea had me ready to burst. My cock was leaking precum in my undershorts and I was doing my best to open her thighs even wider. Andrea accommodated me and I followed my natural instincts and licked her panties! 

I never thought in a million years I would find myself in this position but here I was...crouching beneath Andrea Applegate's dress and licking her little white panties. I tongued the smooth pink flesh on either side of the legbands and encountered her soft red pussy hairs. She made no move stop me and so I continued to slide my tongue repeatedly over her inner thighs and, every so often, right to the quick of her...right up the tight little groove of her pussy! 

I was thrilled to say the least to be licking Andrea's panties but I...I wanted more! I reached up to the legband of her panties and began to slowly pull it to one side, thereby exposing her bare pussy to my waiting tongue.

"Oh Richie no!" she complained. "Don't!"

I didn't know exactly what to do then but, with her panties now out of the way, I just followed my natural instincts and laid my tongue right in the barely open fissure there between her legs. I licked Andrea's pussy! Oh I licked it good too! I tasted Andrea's most secret spot and it was nice and sweet and warm. Over and over I ran my tongue into her uncovered vagina, encountering her feminine lubrication as I went.

My only education in these matters was from pornography and I guessed where her clitoris was supposed to be and I hoped when I licked her there she would do what all the girls in the porno books did: Beg me to fuck her!

Alas, there is fiction and there is reality. Andrea kind of flinched when I touched her clit as delicately as I could and said "Oh no we can't!"

I wanted to go back to licking her panties for, Oh...two or three more hours but the spell had been broken. Andrea told me she was a virgin and that she had had some "Experience" with John which I expected, but wanted to be "Pure for her husband."

I understood. I did the best I could to make sure she wasn't mad or anything and she seemed fine when I finally left.

The following week at school I heard that John was back in the picture, having left college and returned to California. When I called Andrea, just to chat, she seemed distant and I couldn't get her to agree to a date any time soon.

My fraternity had a joint "Surprise Kidnapping" of our pledges with Andrea's sorority and, when we got to Andrea's house, there she was with John, saying goodnight.

There was handwriting on the wall and, as much as I didn't want to, I eventually had to read it. I wasn't at all surprised to hear soon after that night that John and Andrea were engaged. They married only a few weeks later.

Oh sure. I "Got over it" and moved on with my life. I met and married a woman I truly love. I'm lucky I guess. Andrea and I just weren't fated to be together. I hope she and John are happy and have had a wonderful life together.

I just have that one short night to remember. Just that one night that went by so fast it almost doesn't seem real. The girl of my dreams. Her panties so soft and warm. Then her pussy, so sweet and tight! The wonderful aroma beneath her dress. The soft sounds she made as I licked her pussy.

Just that one night is all I have to remember Andrea by. And I'll never forget it.



The One That Got Away



I cannot even begin to count the number of years it had been since we had seen each other. I remember her back then. She had lovely eyes and hair. Those are the first two things that I always look at first on a woman. The hair is an expression of her personality. Free-flowing means warm, friendly and fun. Short and tight means reserved and frigid. And we all have heard that the eyes are the window to the soul. That is a pretty close description.

Her hairstyle and eyes always made me smile. I had had a crush on her a long time ago. I had been totally head over heels with a mutual friend for too long and had finally decided that I wanted to move on. Some people did not take her seriously, including herself as I was to find out later. I had heard rumors that if you sang a certain song, you would be rewarded with an act of pleasure. I liked the song, and was pretty sure that I could sing it. Oddly enough, as much as I would have liked to receive my "thank-you" for singing it, I had too much respect for her to look like I was after something. I still have not sung it.

Online communities can be both a blessing and a curse. Having people you don't remember say hi like you were the best of friends expect you to remember them is never good. Having people you hated that didn't (and still don't) know it can be a pain. Being on the other side of that bill sucks too.

But now and again you come across someone from the past that you are happy as a pig in shit to hear from again.

Melinda was one of those. We started of talking and being ourselves around each other again. We discovered that we had a lot in common and we became better friends in those 2 weeks than we had in the years we had known each other in the past. We were both also unending flirts and we started off doing just that. As time went by the flirting became more intense until it became almost totally erotic messages back and forth. It got me hard almost on a daily basis just talking to her. I never thought that it was more than just intense flirting or that it could go anywhere, or lead to anything.

Then she told me she was coming to town. I felt like a little kid waiting for Santa, although I was expecting no presents. When she finally arrived I was greeted with the biggest hug of my life. She, I, and several of our old friends had agreed to meet at the bar we used to all hang out with. Karaoke was there for the first time in years, which was funny to all of us. The karaoke had stopped after we had all went our separate ways, and here it was starting again on the night we were all showing up. We jokingly said that the bar had done it for us.

It was a great night and our flirting continued all night. I finally got the guts to sing that song, and when I was finished, I walked up to her and simply told her that no "rewards or paybacks" were necessary. As the night went by, I asked her where she was spending the night. I had agreed to drive her to where ever she was crashing. She told me, with one of the slyest smiles I had ever seen that she had decided to get a hotel room so that way she could wake up in her own time.

At the end of the night I drove her to the hotel and walked her to her room. I am a gentleman in some ways and it was the right thing to do. I said goodnight and opened my arms for a hug while leaning in to give her a kiss on her cheek she grabbed my by the back of the head and gave me a kiss that made my tonsils vibrate. Looking me right in the eyes she told me, "We have been flirting for how long, you sing that song for me with nothing expected in return, and bring me here alone? Baby, I decided long ago that you were going to make me walk funny for a couple of days!"

She pulled me into the room and pulled my shirt off in a mere moment. If I had blinked, I would have missed it. Quite honestly I was amazed at how quickly she had me down to my black silk boxers. While she had been undressing me, I had been doing the same to her until she was down to only her bra and panties. They were a gorgeous black lace matching set. As I caressed her ass I discovered that they were a thong. My favorite type.

That smile appeared on her face again as she pushed me onto a chair. Without taking my underwear off she proceeded to nibble on my hardness. This drove me up the wall to no end as it was one of my favorite ways to be teased. However it was not for long as she had decided to only use it as a way to gauge how long I was, or hard I would get.

Before I could ask what she was doing, my manhood was out of my shorts and in her mouth. GOD!!!!!!!!! She was good!!!!!!!!! Her saliva produced the right amount of lube, her teeth teased my skin to keep me hard without too much pressure to make it uncomfortable and make things go soft.

Her hands explored my legs and thighs as she played with me. I tried for as long as I could to keep everything inside of me, but she was so good that I could not. I felt the pressure start to rise and told her that I was about to come, but that only made her go faster and before long I fired off a full gushing of semen. It was obvious that she had already decided that she was going to taste all of me, and she took it all down.

Without a word, she walked over to the carafe of water and drank it down. Then she walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. She spread her legs wide and told me, "Your turn".

With glee I walked over to the bed and got her to stand up again. I then got on my knees and removed her panties with my teeth. All I could see was smooth skin with a slight line awaiting me. I then lay her back on the bed and slid my face between her thighs. I took her labia and gave it a gentle flicker with my tongue, but it tasted to sweet and I had to give it my all.

I pushed my tongue inside her and rubbed my fingers along the top of her clit. Her hips pushed against me in pleasure and I continued to stroke her with my lips and tongue. Her breathing was harder and faster as I continued to taste every inch of what she had between her thighs. At one point her moaning became louder and I could tell what was about to happen.

With an almost violent scream she came. I pushed my mouth against her pussy to return the favor of swallowing hers, as she had mine. I was met with the pleasant surprise that she was very wet when she came. Her juices filled my mouth and leaked down my cheeks and her thighs.

When she had finished, I rose from my position and looked into her eyes. Her hand was on her chest as her ample bosom heaved up and down. She stared back at me with a look of pleasure and told me that she had not come like that in along time. Smiling, I told her, that we were far from done.

I slid up the bed and got her into the spooning position. I placed one hand between her thighs and started massaging her as I played with her neck and ear. Her hips pushed her beautiful round ass towards me and I was at full attention again. She must have decided that she could take no more because she pulled away from me and rolled over to face me.

Faster than a rabbit she repositioned herself so that she was straddled above me and slid down onto my rigid member.

The wetness enveloped me and she was all the way down in less than a second. She moved her hips slowly, making sure that I stayed inside of her. She was far from quiet and the speed of her swaying got faster and faster as she moaned louder and louder. She bent over so that her face was right above mind and as I pushed up to keep inside of her, we kissed with the passion of a thousand lovers. It was deeper and more electrifying than any kiss I had ever had in my life.

I was lost in our throes of passion and almost didn't feel her get off of me. I opened my eyes to see her again move into a new position. She had turned her back to me and was on all fours. I needed no further invitation and mounted her from behind.

I almost came as she squealed with delight upon my entry. I had been trying to hold off coming for a while now, but I knew it would be long until I fired another load. I held her hips tight and proceeded to push into her as deep as I could go and as fast as I could go. Her gasps and grunts only fueled our pleasure until I pulled her as hard as I could and let my orgasm go. She too had been holding on as long as she could because when I let myself go, she let her self go and I could feel the warmth of her wetness flow down my legs.

We gathered enough energy to put our heads on the pillows and cuddled up together. It was the best sleep I had ever had, and I was pleased to see that, in the morning when I awoke, we were still cuddled together.



The One That Got Away



I don't think that I knew what to expect as I sat outside of the bus terminal waiting for her. It had been five years since I had seen her. It had been five years since I had heard her voice. Five years since I had loved her. I suppose that after graduation the novelty of the "tough tom boy" had worn off to her and she went on to marry and have children and become a well behaved house wife. I had gone on to one night stands with "curious" college girls in bars, working 80 hours a week and living alone. I knew what I wanted in my life, and every night I kicked myself for falling into the trap of lies that she did too.

I sat in my car and lit another cigarette. She told me that I would recognize her, that she hadn't changed. I lifted my eyes from my freshly lit Marlboro and there she stood. God was she right. She was still as beautiful as ever. And even from a distance I could still see her piercing green eyes full of mystery and intrigue. The way the sun cut through her red highlights. She was still as perfect as night she left my room for what I thought was forever.

I stepped out of my car and held up a hand. I realized then maybe I should have worn something a bit more classy than blue jeans and a white tank top but was frankly in to much of a trance to care. She picked up her bag and walked towards me. She threw her arms around my neck and suddenly I was engulfed in the smell of coconut and citrus. It swept threw my senses and brought a smile to my face.

"Thank you for coming to get me. I didn't know who else to call. I just needed to get away. I can't handle him anymore," she said to me with tears forming in her eyes.

"It's okay, I'm here," I said putting m arm comfortingly around her shoulders as I had so many nights before. I picked up her bag and walked her to my car.

Not much was said the entire ride back to my house. She looked out the window and occasionally cracked a joke about how things hadn't changed. If she only knew...

When we got back to my house, we were met by the sound of dogs barking. "Sounds like you have a full house," she said with a smile. I took her bag from the back seat and began walking up the drive. She reached forward and took my hand. I glanced over my shoulder in slight shock, but enjoying the touch. She let go as quickly as she had taken my hand realizing she may have crossed a line. It was late, and I could tell she was tired. I led her to my guest room and asked her if she needed anything. "No, I think I am going to try to get some sleep. Will you be offended if we don't talk until the morning? The bus ride was horrible and I am exhausted."

"Not at all. I'm right down the hall if you need anything," I said taking one last look at her from head to toe. I couldn't help but notice how child birth had swelled up her already large breasts and filled out her already full hips. She wreaked of beauty and grace from every pore of her body. I resisted the temptation to take her in my arms and kiss her good night. Knowing something was wrong at home I didn't want to risk upsetting her escape for safety and let the temptation rest.

I walked to my room, turning back to the now closed door only once. For some reason I thought that maybe she would open the door. She did not.

I stripped down to nothing and climbed into bed. The satin sheets against my bare skin always felt so nice. I lit a cigarette and began searching through late night television shows hoping to find something to fall asleep to. I settled on the 11 o'clock news, put out my cigarette and rolled over. I had just begun to doze off when I heard my bedroom door open. Figuring it was one of the dogs coming in for the night, I paid it little mind. Then my room smelled of coconut and citrus. It was her!

"I haven't slept alone in years, would you mind some company?"

I didn't roll over. "No, not at all. Just let me put some clothes on." I reached for my shirt on the floor beside my bed.

"Don't," she exclaimed putting her hand on mine. I looked up and finally saw her. She was standing in front of me wearing nothing but her panties and a tank top that was too small. Her breasts were pouring out of the top and her tight ass was pouring out from the edge of her panties. I met her eyes and saw a desire I hadn't seen from her in a long time. Even when we were still together. She looked like she had the first night that we made love. I ran my hand up her arm and down her side. She shivered at the touch. I took her hand and pulled her into the bed beside me.

I kissed her, gently at first, until she seemed to take the lead. I decided it might be nice to let her. She kissed me deeply, she tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I hadn't had a kiss that made me wet in a long time. She moved from my lips to my neck. She sucked and nibbled gently. I felt her teeth just once and smiled in pure ecstasy. She moved on to my breasts, sucking each nipple until they were erect. She cupped my left breast and continued kissing down my stomach. She teased just above my pubic line before moving her lips to my now dripping crotch. She teased my lips for a minute with her tongue and brought her hands down. She gently traced my trimmed mound with her finger tips. She spread my lips with her left hand and gently blew on my clit. I was melting!

She gave a gentle lick to my clit before moving to my hole. She circled it with her tongue and without warning slid in two fingers. I almost came at the sudden touch. "Someone's a little wet," she said with a grin. I could do nothing but lay there and smile. She continued to finger fuck my cunt harder and harder. She smiled as every inch of my body tensed and then I came all over her hand.

"Bring that sweet cunt up here," I said to her smiling. She removed her fingers from me and licked them clean. She turned her body and lay on top of me. She buried her face in my still dripping crotch and began eating me like she was starving. She licked every inch of me. I found it imperative that I return the favor. I spread her lips to find she was as wet as I was. I licked and sucked her clit as I fingered her. She was moaning between licks as she began to finger my hole. Using my other hand I decided to test the boundaries. I gently tickled the outside of her tight asshole and she shivered. I ran my tongue up and down her entire southern region and made sure that her little asshole was nice and wet. Gently I slid in one finger and she moaned. I continued to finger fuck her cunt as I began to finger her asshole. She continued eating me as I played with both her holes. Slowly I inserted my finger into her asshole in its entirety. She began to finger me harder. I could feel she was close to coming. Her tense muscles and loud moans let me know I was pleasing my angel.

"I'm going to come," she screamed between moans.

"Sit on my face," I commanded her. She was happy to oblige. She sat up, turned to face me, and straddled my face. I held both her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her down to my mouth. I buried my tongue inside her alternating between her hole and her clit. Suddenly, without warning, I tasted a flood of he sweet juices in my mouth. I lapped up every drop like a thirsty dog. When she finished coming, she rolled off of me and placed her hand on my mound. Slowly, she inserted two fingers into my still wet hole and began to finger fuck me hard. Reaching down I began to rub my clit until I was close to climaxing again.

"I want to hear you," she said to me. Moments later, I let out a loud scream as I came on her hand again.

We fell beside each other. She rested her head on my chest as I reached for my cigarettes. Lighting one I smiled. "Welcome back baby girl," I said as I exhaled a cloud of smoke. She kissed my lips.

"Can I stay?" she said in a begging tone. "Can you forgive me for everything I did and take me back?"

"I don't want you to ever leave," I said kissing her forehead.

She kissed me again and slowly drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face...



The One That Got Away



Naked, I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed soap and shampoo and headed for the shower. As I turned the knob and stepped under the hot water, I had to blink away the image of Leoni standing there waiting for me.

It was easy to imagine she was there. Let me paint a picture for you. 

She was five feet and three inches of perfection. Long brunette hair, halfway down her back, wavy, dark brunette but not black. Dreamy brown eyes. Perfect lips, like you'd find on supermodels in those lipstick commercials. Skin the color of butter. Small boned. Petite figure. A body that looked like it was sculpted from stone but was softer than a cloud. Slim waist. Small shoulders. Slender arms. And perfect buttery breasts with eraser-sized cocoa nipples surrounded by matching cocoa areolas. 

That was Leoni Miranda Owens.

It was true that I haven't taken any new lovers lately, not since Leoni left. And I knew why. She was the best thing to happen to me. Ever. She made life a whole lot easier to deal with. I'm still not sure how I lost her. But I did.

It really sucks. I miss her. 

Buddies of mine have suggested that I take this time to play the field and get back in the game. That's what guys do. But I'm content to sit on the sidelines, if you follow me, and mourn a little longer, until I'm ready to move on. Sorry about all the sports metaphors. That's how guys look at things. 

Yes, guys do mourn. I read somewhere in one of my men's magazines that when we lose something, like a relationship, that it's important to take time to mourn the loss properly. Maybe in a few more months, I might feel like dating again. But definitely not at this time. I'll be honest and say up front that I compare every woman I meet to Leoni. And nobody comes close.

To be honest, I didn't really feel like going out tonight. But it's also true that I haven't been out in a long time. I owed it to myself to let off a little steam. After Leoni left me I pretty much threw myself into my work.

All work and no play make Matthew a very dull boy.

Once I finished my shower, I got dressed again, in the same suit I'd been wearing all day. This was one of my favorite suits, dark grey with light grey pinstripes, and I didn't want to go out in it and get club smells in it, but since this was business, I supposed I needed to have it dry cleaned, anyway. So I put it back on, without the necktie this time. I towel-dried my hair and just left it as is.

Finally I left the health club, went to my hybrid SUV and fished out my keys. I tossed my gym bag in the back seat, got in and turned the ignition.

I pulled out and drove into the gathering darkness, all the headlights letting me know I wasn't the only one having a night on the town this Friday evening. But now I couldn't get Leoni off my mind. Why did she have to leave me? I couldn't believe Rob brought that up. Brought her up.

I remembered that weekend like it happened yesterday.

* * * *

Friday night after work, I went to this adult-novelties store looking for something to surprise Leoni with, but nothing was leaping out at me - at least, not until I got to the wrist cuffs, feathers, and blindfolds.

A crafty expression took over my face.

Considering how I had never done this before, this meaning tying someone up, I took the wrist cuffs made of soft rope. After all, the box did say For beginners. Then I got the feather. And the blindfold. I also got the purple patent-leather bra with peek-a-boo nipples, too, and the matching crotch-less purple boy-short panties and took it all home.

When I got home, Leoni was already in my kitchen, making something for dinner. She stood at my kitchen counter, wearing a cute blue camisole and baggy pink velour drawstring pants, barefoot, her shiny pretty hair up in a teeny tiny bun, humming happily as she dumped whole grain pasta in a pot full of boiling water.

I came up behind her and covered her eyes. "Guess who?"

She played along. "Well, I hope it's my boyfriend Matthew, or I guess this is going to be a home invasion."

I uncovered her eyes. "Good guess."

She laughed, turned around and gave me a big hug. "Hi, honey!"

I smiled back. "Hi."

"You're a little late getting home."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"Traffic bad?"

"Nope. I stopped and got something for us to play with."

"Oooh, goody! What is it?"

"Leoni-"

"Don't tell me! You bought a puppy."

"Nope."

"You bought a kitten?"

"Nope."

"Aw, come on, tell me! What is it?"

I grinned. "It's a surprise. But I promise that when we're done, you'll wish I'd gotten it sooner. Much sooner."

"What on earth-"

Placing my finger on her mouth, I shook my head. "Dinner first. Then we can devote our full attention to it."

Leoni grinned back. "Oh, okay. Guess I'll just have to wait till then, huh?"

We kissed. "Guess you will."

"Yes, I will!" We kissed again.

"What's for dinner? It smells good."

Leoni released me and turned back around. "Thanks. I'm making my spaghetti for our six month anniversary."

I nuzzled the nape of her neck. "Sounds good. Do I have time to change clothes?"

"Mmmmm. Yes you do, naughty boy."

"Cool." 

"Can you believe we've been together six months?"

"No, only in so far as it doesn't feel like six months. If you know what I mean."

"I know exactly what you mean. Go change for dinner."

From the kitchen, I went upstairs to the master bedroom and set about arranging the presents I'd bought. I briefly feared that she wouldn't like them.

But Leoni usually liked what I bought for her.

I put some of the items on the bed where she could see them, the bra and panties, and the blind fold. The feather and cuffs and rope went into my dresser drawer. Then I changed out of my suit into blue sweats and went back down the stairs for dinner.

By the time I pushed my chair away from the dinner table, I was full and satisfied. Leoni looked at my plate as she took it to the kitchen sink. "My goodness, somebody was hungry."

I patted my tummy. "Yeah, a little bit. What can I say, you're a good cook."

Leoni laughed. "Thanks. But not as good as you are, though."

"Nah, you're just saying that."

She came back to the table, went over to my chair and put her arms around my neck from behind. "I hope you're not so full and sleepy that we can't play."

I grinned. "Nope."

"Good. So why don't we go see what you bought?"

"I thought you'd never ask." I stood up, took her hand and led her up the stairs. 

Leoni said, "Come on, just tell me! What is it?"

"I told you, it's a surprise." We got to the last stair, where I said, "Close your eyes."

"Honey, what-"

"Just do it, please."

"Ooooh, honey!" She promptly shut her eyes.

I took her hand and led her into the master bedroom so she faced the bed where I had the bra and panties laid out, along with the blindfold. The feather and the wrist cuffs were still hidden. Then I said, "Okay. Now you can open your eyes."

A moment later, I heard a gasp.

Leoni turned around and said, "Matthew Christopher Wheatley, you are a devil. A mind reading devil!"

"I take that to mean you don't mind being blindfolded?"

She kissed me. "More like willing. And able."

Five minutes later, Leoni was dressed to sin, while I'd stripped down to my boxers. The bra and panties, such as they were, fit her exactly right. She climbed on my bed, kneeled and closed her eyes.

I went to my dresser, quietly pulled the drawer open and got the wrist cuffs, feather, and rope and resumed my place behind her. "Now, are you absolutely sure this is something you want?"

Her eyes still closed, she said, "Yes. Put it on."

So I did. I held it over her eyes and slipped the elastic strap around the back of her head. "Not too tight?"

"Nope. Just right."

"Good." I started to massage her shoulders.

Leoni moaned in a contented fashion.

"My goodness, someone's muscles are tight tonight."

She moaned again. "Not if you keep that up."

"Good." I massaged her shoulders a while longer, then I picked up the feather and ran it along the nape of her neck.

Leoni exhaled but didn't moan.

"Do you like that?"

"I could tell you if I knew what it was."

"Does that really matter?" I ran the feather down her arm.

"Ahhhhhh... As long as it feels that good, no."

"Good." I put the feather down, and reached for the wrist-cuffs. I slipped on the left one first, then the right and hooked them together.

"Oh, honey! Are you tying me up?"

"Yep. Want me to stop?"

"Dear God, no, please keep going!"

I picked up the feather again, and brushed her arm with it. 

Her whole body shivered. "Ahhhhh..." 

Then an idea suddenly crossed my mind. I reached up and freed her hair from the bun she'd had it in. I ran my fingers through her hair, petting it like it was a rich fur pelt. Then I gently pulled at her hair, causing her head to arch back, so her neck was exposed, and I ran the feather over her exposed neck.

She practically came. "Ahhhhhhhhuuhhhh!"

"Do you like that, Miss Leoni?"

"Ahhhh! Yeah! Yes, please, Mr. Matthew, please keep going!"

I moved around in front and brushed the feather against her face: her cheeks, the line of her jaw, her cute little nose and her mouth, grinning devilishly all the while. At the same time, I was amazed. I'd never seen her react like this.

To say my girlfriend was aroused was putting it mildly.

I diligently kept to my task. She nearly melted as I ran the feather over her exposed nipples. Her breasts changed right before my delighted eyes. They grew firmer and higher. Her nipples became erect.

I lightly held her arms, leaned forward and licked her nipples. She arched her back and thrust her breasts out to me. I sucked them, like I would an ice cream cone.

"Ahhh! Honey..."

"Well, your breasts are ready."

Leoni giggled as she gasped. "My pussy is, too!"

"Oh, yeah? Let's find out." I reached in between her legs. Leoni had no pubic hair. As soon as my fingers touched the tender flesh around her pussy, I could feel the heat emanating like a flame.

I reached around her waist, and unhooked the wrist-cuffs. Then I laid her down on the bed, lifted her arms through the brass head bars and then I took the rope and hooked it to the cuffs.

Leoni was a hair's breadth away from coming. I could sense it. I used the feather to tease her clit. When moisture was seeping out of her pussy lips, I put the feather aside and dived down to eat her pussy directly. I enjoyed attending to my task. It didn't take very long at all to have Leoni's ass speaking in tongues.

"Ahh! Oh, honey! I'm going to...going to...Ahhhhhhhhuuuhhhhhh!"

Leoni's orgasm was explosive, and I don't mean metaphorically. I suddenly felt a jet of warm fluid on my face. I couldn't believe she'd squirted!

I reached up to take the blind fold off. Leoni's eyes fluttered open. There was love in her eyes. Affection. Gratitude. And passion. I kissed her, then I quickly released her and she swept me in her arms for a hug. She was trembling.

"Leoni, are you okay?"

She said in my ear, "Yes, I'm okay. Just hold me, honey."

So I did. I just held her. Eventually the trembling went away.

She was the first to pull back. "Nobody has ever made me come that hard."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously! Why are you all wet?"

"Because you sprayed fluid out of your pussy when you came."

"Oh my God, are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious."

"I haven't ever sprayed before. I hope I didn't get you too badly."

"Oh, just a little bit."

Leoni blushed and looked away. She climbed off the bed and got a towel. "Here, clean off your face."

"Thanks." I blotted my face with the towel.

Then she took the blindfold from me. "And now I believe it's your turn."

I lay down willingly. Her gentle hands moved my arms up over my head and secured my arms with the wrist cuffs. The blindfold went on. Then I was surprised to receive the most affectionate kissing and touching I'd ever gotten. Her lips were soft and warm, her hands were cool. I felt her touching and kissing start at my lips, go all over my face, down my neck, across my collarbone, and down my chest and tummy. Where her lips and tongue went, her soft fingers and long nails would follow.

I gasped out loud when I suddenly felt her long nails on my cock and balls. I always wondered what that would feel like. 

Leoni said, "Do you like that?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" She did it again.

"Yes!" I said promptly, gasping out loud. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Mmm. Now you know why I keep them long."

I wasn't surprised when I felt her warm mouth on my dick. The sucking was slow and soft and affectionate but meant business. She was not only sucking, she was slurping my cock! She didn't stop slurping my cock until I came. My nuts squeezed so hard that I must have fired off every single sperm cell I had stored up. 

Then the blindfold came off. The wrist cuffs came off. The lights went off.

Leoni's soft body eased down next to mine. Her lips were on mine. A soft loving whisper, "Good night, honey. Sweet dreams."

"Good night, Leoni. Yours too."

"Mine, too."

We fell asleep together. Instantly.

The next morning, I woke up, and a grin instantly appeared on my face, as if it were stuck there of its own accord.

The sky was a pre-dawn grey, as I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. It was also chilly because all I had on was boxers.

I flushed the toilet and went back to bed, where Leoni remained, sacked out, completely still under the sheets, her hair a tousled mess, her face peaceful. She never looked so beautiful. I slipped back into bed.

I didn't even realize I'd fallen back to sleep, until I woke up again. A soft female hand was slowly stroking my cock. Bright morning sunshine came in through the windows. Looking to my left, I saw Leoni's face, still adorably puffy, eyes still sleepy. Softly tousled dark curls brushed her soft buttery shoulders.

"Okay, I'm awake now."

Leoni laughed softly. "Good morning, honey." She moved closer to me and kissed me. She liked to kiss me just to kiss. "So, what's my handsome prince doing today?"

"Well, I would say stay at home and watch cartoons. But I've got a couple of errands to run. What about you?"

"Yeah, me too."

"Those pesky errands. Too bad we can't just stay in bed all day."

Leoni laughed again. "That does sound tempting. But I have to do this today. Otherwise it might not get done."

"Yeah. Same here."

"Would it help if I offered to take a shower with you?"

"That might help. Or it might make things worse."

Leoni's face scrunched up in one of her infectiously cheerful smiles. "Yeah, maybe. I promise I won't wear you out too badly."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Come on."

We didn't make love in the shower. But Leoni took care of me in other ways. I'd never shared such an intimate moment with a woman that didn't involve sex.

That was something new for me, that to have an intimate moment didn't require sexual contact or having sex. For women this was probably something that all women already knew. They just took for granted and didn't bother telling anybody else. But I was just figuring this out. Sorry, ladies.

Her hands sponged up my back, and I realized that she was the one that I wanted. I didn't want to see other women, didn't want anyone else's hands but hers on my back. Nobody else. That was another big moment for me. 

Her soothing touch, which so relaxed me, was enhanced by a stream of warm water as she rinsed the suds off my back. The rest of me was on autopilot as my male brain processed like mad. She rinsed all the suds off and then turned off the water. We stepped out of the shower and she helped dry me off. 

As I tied a towel around my waist, she handed me her lotion. "Honey, can you rub lotion on my back, please?"

"Yeah, sure." I took the purple bottle and flipped the top open.

There was a funny look on her face. "Are you okay, honey?"

"Yeah. I'm okay. Those errands might never get done at this rate."

Leoni laughed, as she put her hair up and turned her back to me. "Oh, honey. That's so sweet." 

I concentrated on rubbing her back with the lotion. I took my time. Rubbing her back was something I never minded doing. Eventually I said, "All done."

A giggle. "What about the rest of me?"

I chuckled. "Sure about that?"

Another sweet giggle. "Yeah, that might not be such a good idea. Especially if I want to get anything done today." She turned around and kissed me. She hugged me for a minute and then pulled back.

I got another towel, wrapped her in it and held her, just staring at the sight of her.

"Honey? What's wrong?"

"Leoni, I love you." I just sort of blurted it out all at once.

She drew back a little, mouth open, fingers on her lips. Her hands moved to my shoulders. "I love you, too, Matt."

Leoni leaned in toward me and then her mouth was against mine and everything was right with the world. Oh so right. 

Our lips were still touching in mid-kiss as Leoni said, "That errand of mine isn't getting done."

I chuckled. "Same here."

Somehow we managed to finish what we were doing, get out of the bathroom, get dressed, and finally went out the door. Leoni looked cute in a soft tan cardigan sweater over a white camisole, jeans and sneakers, sunglasses pushed up on her forehead. I wore a t-shirt and jeans, with a leather jacket and black sneakers.

Once outside, she said, "How long will you be, do you think?"

"Hopefully not more than an hour or two. What about you?"

"Depends on the line. But about the same."

"Okay. See you later."

She gave me a single kiss that tasted of mouthwash and toothpaste. "See you later, honey. I love you."

My grin widened. "I love you more."

Another kiss. "No, I love you more."

"No, I love you more." We both chuckled as we kissed.

Leoni pulled back, grinning widely. "I'll see you later."

It had taken me the whole two hours to decide on a little ring.

It was a glorious Saturday afternoon. I drove with the window rolled down. The ring I'd bought was burning a hole in my jacket pocket as I was driving home. It was a pretty ring, silver, with a big fat solitaire cubic zirconium gem on it. I could not wait to slip it on her finger. Couldn't wait for her squeal of delight.

Or at least, that's how I was hoping she would react.

As I pulled into the garage, I noticed her car was still gone. I thought, Cool, I can surprise her when she gets back.

I pulled into the garage, turned off the ignition, and went into the house.

As soon as I came inside from the garage, something felt...different. There was a breath of strange air in the room, like someone had been in here recently. I tossed my keys on the kitchen counter and slipped off my leather jacket. Then I went to kick back on the couch, watch TV, and wait for Leoni. Just as I was looking at the coffee table it hit me - her magazines were gone!

Heart pounding, I swiftly raced upstairs and ran down the short hall into the bedroom. I pulled open the dresser drawers first. No bras. No panties. None of her pajamas or sweats. I looked in my closet next. None of her suits were there. None of her dresses. None of her jeans or sweaters. No pumps. No boots. Finally I looked in the bathroom. All of her things were gone! No more makeup, no more lotion.

She had left one thing behind. Her house key.

I sat down on the bed, face slack with disbelief. What did I do? What did I say? Did I say too much? Or not enough? There was no telling.