6 comments/ 14689 views/ 9 favorites To Take a Chance By: youdonwannaknow Love all alike no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. - (John Donne "The Rising Sun.") *_*_*_*_*_* Anthea stared at the T.V screen blankly, tears flowing down her face. She let them cascade down her cheeks, doing nothing to stop them. When a heart is broken, it hurts, and Anthea was hurting. She thought about Felix, her boyfriend of three years. They'd had a great relationship; 'had' being the operative word. He had dumped her last month. A sob escaped her lips as she recalled the night he had dumped her. *_*_*_*_* It was Friday, when she had rushed home after work, eager to see Felix. He had asked her to come home early that because he had something important to discuss with her. She had assumed that he was going to propose; that for her was the logical thing to think having been together for so long, and both had spoken of how they wanted to get married and settle down soon. Nearly bursting with happiness, she had made dinner when she got home and was setting the table when he walked in. He saw the set table she had decorated with flowers and candles and his features had an expression of sympathy and sadness. Anthea saw and thought that perhaps something had happened at work. When he started to talk she began to realize where he was heading. She noticed how carefully he chose his words; rather like a marine picking his way through a minefield. "Anthea…I…" He tried to lessen the pain he knew he would inflict – tried, and failed, and then making a visible effort he told her the truth. "Anthea, I know this is going to be hard for you, but you have to know; I love someone else." He watched as her face first went blank and then registered shock and disbelief. He hated doing this, but he went on. Having lived with her for three years he felt he owed her the truth. "She's someone I met a few months ago, in the library. We became good friends and one thing led to the other and…..well, we love each other. We want to get married." He waited, expecting her to say something, but she remained silent, tears flowing freely down her face. He continued, "I thought it was only fair that I tell you. I'm sorry Anthea, this is true love. This is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." She broke down then, emitting loud, wrenching sobs. She slumped forward, clutching her stomach, crying. Felix held her while she wept, and slowly, her sobs faded away. Suddenly, she pulled away from him and went into the restroom. She washed her face with cold water and took time to compose herself. When she came out, she was smiling. Turning to Felix, who was confused by her sudden change of emotions, she said, "When am I meeting her?" *_*_*_*_* Now as she wiped away her tears, she tried to concentrate on the television. She didn't want to think about Felix and his new woman. But she couldn't help herself, the thoughts rushed into her head. After Felix had left her, she had broken down again, even contemplated suicide. He had been the centre of her universe, and he had gone from her life. Apparently, Felix had called a few of her friends and told them what he had done, because within the hour, they appeared at her house armed with chocolates, ice cream and a whole lot of tissues. Now she gave a wan little smile through her tears as she that thought about that time; Jon, Shelly, Kim, Vic and Sami had tried their best to make her feel better. They spent half the night abusing Felix and the other half talking about the advantages of being single. By the next morning Anthea was definitely feeling better. She did meet Felix's fiancée, Darla, and within the course of the evening they spent together, decided that she was a nice person, a person she wouldn't mind having as a friend. She also saw that Felix was happier with Darla than he had ever been with her. 'This is what he deserves', she tried to convince herself, but her heart wouldn't listen. *_*_*_*_*_*_* She turned the TV off and headed to bed, still thinking about Felix. He was getting married two days later, and she was to be the matron of honor. She wiped her face and got into bed and imagined how the wedding would be. She noticed that thinking about it didn't hurt as much as it used to. Maybe she was getting over it after all. *_*_*_*_* The day of the wedding dawned bright and sunny, perfect weather for an outdoor wedding. The wedding was to take place in the grounds of a beautiful resort near the beach. The reception would be held on the beach itself, a casual affair where the main objective would be to have as much as fun as possible. Both Felix and Darla were orphans, so it was mostly young people who were invited. Anthea and the others who were organizing the wedding had arrived at the resort the night before, so they could see to all the wedding details. Even Sami, Jon, Kim, Shelly and Vic had turned up. They had forgiven Felix for dumping Anthea when they found out that Anthea really didn't mind. Anthea woke up at 7 a.m. that day, and went to take a quick shower so that she could head out and help with all the last minute jobs that had to be done. When she came out, she woke up Shelly, who she was sharing a room with, so she could also help. She was just heading out when she noticed the envelope lying on the floor near the door. She picked it up saw that it was addressed to her. Puzzled, she opened the envelope and pulled out the paper that was inside. It was one of those fancy letter papers that one can buy, scented with small designs. She unfolded the sheet and read the words written inside in a beautiful script. It was in verse: "To do what you are doing, One needs to be strong, 'Tis painful to find that Your love has been wrong. You have pulled through, And put on a smile, But I know it hurts, Deep inside. I don't know if this helps; Here's something to you unknown; There's someone out there Very much in love with you." She clutched the paper to her breast when she read the last two lines, but there was a smile on her face. She wondered who it was from. Perhaps it was from Shelly, who was trying to make her feel better. She carefully put the poem back inside the envelope and placed the envelope in her bag. When Shelly came out from the shower Anthea showed her the letter. Shelly read it and gave it back to Anthea with a grin on her face. "Looks like you have a secret admirer!" Shelly said "You mean you didn't write it?" Anthea asked, a perplexed look on her face. "Of course not, and I'm definitely not deeply in love with you" she laughed; "must have been someone else." Shelly replied. "Oh." Anthea said. "Anyway, we'd better check on the food and stuff now." "Yeah" Shelly agreed and both of them went outside to the wedding pavilions to make sure everything was in apple pie order. After a quick check Anthea and Shelly found everything to be fine, so they headed back inside to grab some breakfast and then go to change. The wedding was at 10 o'clock , so they would have plenty of time. After breakfast Anthea made her way back to her room to get ready. After she finished dressing, she was going to help Darla so she had to be quick. The dress Darla had chosen for Anthea to wear was a simple, long, pale lavender satin gown with a square neck and thin spaghetti straps that held it up. It wasn't exactly traditional, but Darla had insisted that Anthea looked absolutely divine in it and refused to allow her buy a more conventional dress. She had agreed then, after all, it was Darla's wedding. Anthea put on her gown. She fastened a simple silver chain with an amethyst pendant round her slender neck and donned the matching earrings. She pulled back her curly brown tresses into a severe bun and slipped on her sandals. She didn't apply any make up and didn't even look in the mirror before she went to Darla's room to help her. Darla had already slipped into her strapless ivory gown and was waiting for her. Anthea helped her get on a transparent top made of lace on top of her gown which made Darla look stunning. Then Darla applied a little makeup while Anthea pulled her long blond hair into an elegant twist at the nape of hr neck. Darla had decided against a train and had instead chosen a simple circlet of white flowers that Anthea placed in her hair. Anthea smiled as she studied the finished effect, noting that Darla looked every bit the happy bride that she was. Darla on the other hand was looking at Anthea, frowning at her bun and simple jewelry. She got up from the vanity and made Anthea sit down in her place. "Do you think you can go to my wedding looking like that?" Darla admonished, freeing Anthea's beautiful hair from the confines of the bun and letting it fall free. The long, lustrous tresses framed Anthea's oval face and brought out the beauty of it. Yes, Anthea was beautiful. She had an oval face with a peach and roses complexion. Her thick brown hair and green eyes drew many admirers. Her small, straight nose served to enhance her features. She had a slender figure and was quite tall. 5'7" or 5'8". It was these looks and a quick brain that made her a successful model. Anthea tried to protest as Darla started to style her hair, but shut up when she saw the Darla's determined look reflected in the mirror. Darla pulled a little of Anthea's hair back and fastened it with a small clip. She let the rest of her hair cascade down to a little below her shoulders. Darla stepped back to study the effect in the mirror. Anthea looked beautiful now, even angelic. Darla smiled and allowed Anthea to get up; making her promise that she would not do anything to rearrange her hair. Anthea laughed and hugged Darla, not caring that this was the woman that had stolen her love away from her. That was how Anthea was. She could see that Darla and Felix were happy, and she was happy for them. They joked for a bit and then when heading out to the garden she remembered that she had promised to lend Shelly some of her jewelry. She told Darla to go on and rushed back to her room. She found Shelly waiting for her. She opened the draw to take out the bracelet when she noticed another envelope. She handed the bracelet to Shelly and took out the poem. "All that I can think about now, Are your smiling eyes and lovely face, Your laugh that never fails to brighten the day, The way you move, with beautiful grace. Your sweet kind disposition; Your willpower and strength; Your loyalty to friends, For them you'll go to any length. But what I admire most of all, Is your heart that is true, And that is why my darling, I love you." Anthea finished reading and turned to Shelly. "You were here weren't you?" she said, looking at her questioningly. "You'd have to have seen who put this here. Tell me who it was." "It's not for me to tell." Shelly said, and quickly dodged as Anthea made a playful grab for her. "Please?" "No" Anthea had to content herself with that. She gave Shelly what she wanted and both of them went to the gardens. Quite a number of people had already occupied the chairs that had been placed on either side of a grassy aisle. Felix had chosen Jon to be his best man, and Anthea grinned to see Jon fidgeting in his suit. Jon was her oldest friend; she had known him since middle school. He was a tall man, about 6 feet or more, with a rather toned body. He worked as an animal trainer. The company he worked for regularly sent exotic animals to Hollywood for movies, and he often traveled with them. He mostly worked with his charges out in the sun so he was tanned. His ebony, somewhat coarse, hair and stormy gray eyes gave him a slightly rakish look which most women found attractive. She'd had a crush on him once, in college, but then she had met Felix and settled down. Jon was the kind of guy who looked good in anything, but he had always gone for the casual look – he usually wore jeans and baggy t-shirts, and was allergic to anything even remotely formal. She saw Vic walk over to Jon, probably trying to get him to stop fidgeting. Vic was Jon's polar opposite. Maybe that's why they got along so well. Vic was the typical American boy, thick blonde hair stylishly cut, and bright cornflower blue eyes. He too was fit but wasn't as tall as Jon. He was about 5'10" or 5'11". He worked as a lawyer for one of the law firms in South Carolina and was fast rising in the ranks. In fact, he was expecting a partnership soon. He, unlike Jon, had absolutely no problems in wearing formal dress; it didn't matter anyway since this was the appropriate dress for his career. Anthea walked over to them and as she got nearer, she was able to hear their conversation. "….these are so uncomfortable! What's wrong with jeans anyways?" "Jeans aren't acceptable at a wedding Jon, especially since you're the best man." "I'd still rather be wearing jeans" "Yeah, you look a lot more comfortable in them too. Now you look like someone has slipped a whole bucketful of ice down your back," Anthea said dryly as she approached them. Jon gave her a reproachful look, but immediately stopped fidgeting. Vic breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Anthea. "I have no idea what you, Shelly and Sami have, but you three are probably the only people he listens to," Vic said, receiving a punch on the shoulder from Jon. Anthea grinned and watched her two friends as they engaged in a playful argument. They were so dear to her; they had pulled her through a lot. Sami came up and announced that the minister was ready. Anthea nodded and managed to convey the message to the two guys with her. Vic sauntered off then, while Jon stood next to Felix near the minister. Anthea made her way to the end of the aisle and took her bouquet of wildflowers. She then made her way up to the minister, with Darla walking behind her carrying a bouquet of white blossoms. When she reached where the Minister and Felix were waiting, she walked off to the side and watched as Darla reached there and took the hand Felix offered. She felt tears flow down her cheeks as they took their vows and Felix kissed Darla. She quickly wiped them away, hoping that no one noticed as she turned to the smiling couple who were now surrounded by a throng of well-wishers. Unknown to her, someone had seen, and he was filled with admiration for her as she walked up to the couple to hug them both and wish them a good life. No wonder he loved her. *_*_*_*_*_* Anthea slumped down on her bed that afternoon. She was utterly exhausted. After the wedding, there was the usual mingling to be done, and then they'd had lunch. All that combined with waking up so early in the morning exhausted Anthea and she came back to her room so she could at least rest for a while. She stared at the ceiling and wondered who was sending her those poems. Whoever it was, he was extremely thoughtful. Even though she didn't know who it was, she already liked him. She pulled herself up to the bed head and lay back on the pillow. She heard the crackle of paper under the pillow. Pulling it out, she discovered it was another envelope. She pulled out the poem eagerly and began to read. "You thought no one had seen Those tears in your eyes Drops so infinitely sad; Realization you once lived a lie. Please don't feel that you failed, It may seem dark now, But you'll come through, And love will prevail. When that moment comes I'll be waiting for you, I'll wait forever, so I can hope that to me you will come." Anthea's heart was pounding as she finished reading the poem. So someone had seen her cry. She thought of all the people she knew, but no one struck her as being the poet. She carefully put the poem back into the envelope and kept it with the others. Whoever sent them made her feel a lot better. They were like a release and also a constant reassurance that no matter what happened; there was still one person out there who cared for her. After she put the letters in her suitcase, she decided that a shower and then a short nap would revitalize her and get her ready for the evening. She quickly shed her gown and jewelry, carefully putting them back in the suitcase, and entered the bathroom. It was a large bathroom, with a bath tub and a shower stall. The bath tub looked so inviting that she decided to forgo the nap and take a nice long bath instead. She put in some bubble bath and filled the bathtub with warm water. She stepped in carefully, trying not to make the water spill over. She sank into the warm water, which now felt as soft as silk. She rested her head against the headrest and closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of the water caressing every part of her, relaxing her and soothing her muscles. Soon Anthea was fast asleep. *_*_*_* It was a loud knocking on the bathroom door that woke her up. She sat up immediately; shocked that she had fallen asleep. She couldn't believe she had done something so dangerous. She quickly got out of the tub and drained the water. The knocking on the door got louder. She looked around for her robe, but couldn't find it. "I'm coming!" Anthea called out as she wrapped one of the hotel towels around her. Thinking that it would only be Shelly, she opened the door to see Jon standing there, his eyes slowly traveling down her body from head to toes. She felt his piercing gaze and shifted uncomfortably. She finally managed to push past him and put on her bathrobe that was lying on a chair near the bed. He hadn't turned as she pushed past him, immobilized with the shock of seeing her like that. But, instead of turning away, he had checked her out. It was only when she pushed past him that he snapped out of the trance he had been in and had the good grace not to turn around as she put on her robe. "Uhh…Darla just asked me to remind you to bring the tapes. I…uh…I'm sorry….it…" Jon stuttered, still not looking at her. Anthea had regained her composure and was now feeling quite sorry for him. "That's okay." She said quietly, "and I'll remember to bring the tapes." "I'll be going now." Jon said, and when he turned, Anthea got a glimpse of his face. He was blushing! She should be feeling awkward, but she was feeling strangely happy - happy that this had happened. She opened the door for him and watched his back as he made his way down the corridor and disappeared into his room. She closed the door behind her, her thoughts still on Jon. She felt slightly guilty now for not feeling embarrassed. Deciding that sorting out the mixed feelings now was definitely not a good idea, she quickly changed. She put on a black halter top and denim shorts. Picking up the tapes she had promised Darla, she made her way out of the room and towards the party that was to take place on the beach. When she got there, people were already milling around the happy couple, offering their congratulations. She waved to Darla and held up the packet of tapes when Darla shot her a questioning glance. She made her way to the DJ and gave him the tapes, instructing him which songs he was to play from them. After that, she went to talk to the people who had arrived. Some had already started dancing on the small dancing square that had been erected. Anthea finally spotted her friends and went over to them. They were talking about the party. Sami and Shelly were eyeing all the young men and Vic was busily scanning every attractive female he could spot. She stood between Sami and Shelly, only to have Vic glare at her. "Anthea, you're blocking my view!" he exclaimed. The others laughed and Anthea moved away to stand next to Jon. She noticed that Jon was looking a lot more comfortable now that he was in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She also noticed that she and her friends attracted a lot of appraising looks. Sami and Shelly, the two twins, looked stunning in their identical capris and halter tops. Anthea also looked attractive, her clothes emphasizing her slender frame. Vic and Jon had a few women drooling over them, both being handsome but so different from each other. To Take a Chance I was 19 years old and the glare of the computer screen gave a warm glow to my darkened dorm room. The door was locked, and I finally had the opportunity to spend a little time with myself. Flicking through the familiar images of big breasted women inhaling giant cocks of shaved muscular men, my constrained cock began to pulsate in my boxers. I slowly started to undress myself; first exposing my muscular hairy chest to the air and then slowly removing my pants allowing my rock hard cock to slap against my stomach. I pulled my cock into my hand and with a sigh of relief moved my hand up and down the length of my shaft. As soon as I had started, an IM flashed across the screen from an unfamiliar name. Its initial text revealed its intent as it stated, "I loved your pics, how would you like to get together sometime? - Jim" Over the summer I had set up an account on an internet dating site, however my interest in it had faded since returning to school. Already horny, my interest was piqued and I initiated what soon turned out to be a steamy conversation. Jim was a male in his late 20's and lived in the local area. While I had never partaken in male/male intercourse, the thought of it was always titillating and never failed to garner an erection. I still dated and slept with girls, however something inside craved for the opportunity to suck, and eventually fuck a cock. We both decided to exchange pictures, and my 5'10" solid athletic frame, short brown hair, hairy masculine chest, and rock hard 7 inch cock winking at the camera turned him on as his picture did to me. I began to fantasize about taking his thick cock into my mouth and used the end of a grey goose bottle to fulfil my phallic needs. Grabbing some lotion, I lubed the end of the bottle and slowly moved it into my anus, hitting my prostate with the familiar satisfaction I had felt on several occasions. After a few more steamy sentences with this new acquaintance, my cock began to throb as the grey goose bottle pushed against my prostate and before I knew it strings of cum were splashing on the ground below. Soon, conversations with Jim became more frequent, and he soon offered the opportunity to meet up in person at his ski house in the mountains. On one random Wednesday night, I nervously heeded his offer, and began the somewhat lengthy drive to his abode. Along the way, my brain and body were in a constant battle. My brain told me that I was a straight man, and should in no reason go to this near-random guy's house to take it in the ass. Overwhelming these thoughts was the massive erection in my pants, with precum already creating a sizeable stain in my pants. Upon arrival, I gathered my confidence and rang the doorbell and was greeted by Jim. Jim was about 6'2" with short brown hair, a slender body, and a good looking face. What I craved most however, was the 8 inch snake I knew was there lurking underneath the surface. He cordially invited me in, and showed me into his living room. As soon as I entered, I was shocked to see a beautiful woman with shoulder length blond hair and a curvaceous body to die for sitting nude on the couch with her grey-blue eyes focused lasciviously on the TV where a porno was playing. Confidently, the blonde introduced herself as Julie, a "friend" of Jims. I turned to Jim and he had a sly smile on his face, and as I looked down, a sizeable tent in his pants. Catching my glance downwards, Julie said from the couch, "I hear how you've been craving a cock in your mouth, now is the time!" I quickly heeded her request and soon found myself on my knees, unbuckling Jim's pants with my slightly trembling hands. Pulling down both his boxers and pants in one quick move, his erection sprang free from its confines. Slowly, I extended my hand and touched my first cock. Its thickness and warmth enveloped my hand, and soon my only thoughts were on the beautiful gift presented in front of me. I moved my hand down his shaft, and heard the slight gasp from Jim above. Now with full intensity and lust, I enveloped his cock into my mouth, swirling the head with my tongue. I pulled all the moves that I love done to me, teasing his cock with my tongue while gently caressing my hand over his sizeable balls. I withdrew my mouth and pulled gently on his cock and a drip of precum settled on the tip. I quickly licked it up, its saltiness and sweetness differing ever so slightly from my own flavour. Consumed as I was with Jim, I looked over to the couch and saw Julie with her head thrown back and the fingers of her right hand fiddling with her clit. I could almost smell her from where I was standing a couple of feet away, and as she looked up from her own bliss she beckoned my over with a slight pull of her left finger. Abiding, I moved my way over to her and softly kissed her full red lips, swirling my tongue with hers. I slowly moved my way down her body, hitting the spots I knew would garner a quick gasp, and teased her clit with my tongue. Jim moved over next to Julie and fed her his member while I, still fully clothed, flicked my tongue gently over Julie's engorged clit. Her hips were bucking in my face as I slowly entered my index finger into her and used the same beckoning motion she did to me to hit her gspot. Her gasps barely escaped from her mouth as Jim's cock filled it, however as her body shivered on my hand and lips she ripped free of Jim and erotically whispered, "Keep going baby, I'm cuming right now," and her voice escalated nearly to a shout as she came. Satisfied for the moment, Julie moved over to me and nearly ripped the clothing from my body. My cock at this point was aching, and to be finally freed into the open air was a relief. She combed her fingers through my chest, feeling my carved chest and abs, and quickly moved her mouth onto my cock. Sighing, I reclined sank into the chair as Julie proceeded to suck me passionately. Only a few moments later, a new sensation tickled me from below and I looked and saw Jim working my cock into his mouth with Julie grabbing his cock with one hand and licking the area between my balls and asshole. Jim sucked my cock like no girl ever had before. It was not nearly as sensuous, but instead he worked my cock with more vigor, and the sensation of him sucking my cock like no women ever had and the sight of Julie caused me to tremble as I released load after load into Jim's mouth. As soon as I finished cuming, Julie and Jim's mouths locked, and I could see my cum dripping sloppily from their chins as they continued to embrace. This site alone spurred me back into action, however, Julie looked at me with a conniving eye and told me to turn around. Nervous, but also excited at what was to come, I turned around on the sofa presenting my ass in the air. "I think he's going to like this," Jim exclaimed. After a brief pause, I felt a tongue swirling around my hole, an experience I had never felt before and soon found myself loving! Unsure, and rather uncaring of whose mouth it was, I basked in the feeling until I felt one finger slowly insert into me. At this point I was so horny that I was pushing my ass back into the finger; grinding it deeper into my hole. "He's definitely excited!! I think he's ready for you to fuck him Jim! But first, I want to hear him beg for what he wants...What do you want Eric? Do you want this fat cock in your ass?" "Fuck me," I whispered. "Oh I think you can do better than that!" "FUCK ME NOW WITH YOUR FUCKING COCK. I NEED TO FEEL YOU INSIDE ME!" I screamed. At that moment, I felt Jim's cock press against my asshole. Nothing this thick or long had ever been this close, and his head pushing against my anal ring seemed like it could never fit. However, everything inside me needed his cock, so I slowly began to push against him as he pushed against me. With a near popping sound, he entered into me. My insides burned, however with each inch I only wanted more. "Look at him...He's loving it!" Julie exclaimed. Jim slowly started to pick up his energy, each thrust pushing against my prostrate and filling my insides. The burning soon turned into pure pleasure, and I was screaming with ecstasy at the pinnacle of each thrust, "FUCK ME...FUCK ME!" Jim continued to thrust hitting my prostrate and the feeling of his balls and pelvis slapping me with each thrust sent me into another world. On one full thrust, Jim picked me up and at down with me still on his cock. "BOUNCE ON ME!" he yelled. In control for the first time, I slowly began to bounce on his cock with my own raging erection bobbing up and down with each movement. Julie, masturbating in the chair across the way, sauntered over as I bobbed up and down on Jim's throbbing cock and took my cock into her mouth. Within moments I began to tense up as the feelings were overwhelming. Jim must of felt my excitement, as he grabbed my ass and held me in place as he began to thrust inside me with full force. With one last push, I came in torrents over Julie's breasts as Jim filled my bowels with his seed. I could barely make out the sounds of his own orgasm over the rush of my own. Exhausted, I lifted myself off of his softening cock into the embrace of Julie, completely satisfied with taking my first cock. My break wasn't long however, as Julie exclaimed, "Now I need to get mine!" and she grabbed us both by our cocks and pulled us into the bedroom...(for another story if demand exists!) Feel free to email me and chat. Let me know what you liked and if you want some more!! To Take a Chance She tried to get in on the conversation that the group was having, but she just wasn't able to relate to Vic, Shelly and Sami as they discussed all the attractive guests on the beach that night. Jon too wasn't taking part in the conversation, his eyes were on Anthea. He still seemed to be still feeling uncomfortable regarding their bathroom encounter. "Anthea, I'm so sorry about what happened. I should have thought before I started knocking at a girl's bathroom door. I hope I didn't offend you," he said softly, so that only Anthea could hear. "Honestly, it's okay. Actually I'm quite happy about it," Anthea replied, only to be met with a questioning look from Jon. Not able to explain, she quickly moved away and made her way to some acquaintances that she had noticed. Suddenly, she wondered if it was Jon who was sending her the poems. But she quickly dismissed the thought. He certainly didn't seem the type to write poetry. And anyway, they'd been friends for so long, he didn't need to resort to poetry to tell her he loved her, if he did. No, he wasn't the one. As the evening went on, Anthea moved from one group of people to another making sure that everything was alright. She also danced a lot, not saying no when men asked her. She quite enjoyed dancing as it helped her relax and forget her troubles. That was until she found herself dancing with Jon. Suddenly, her senses grew alert and her body tense. He wasn't making it easier either by looking down at her with those unnerving gray eyes of his. "So, why did you walk away from me earlier?" he asked, not letting her go when she tried to gently move back from him. "I uh…well…I don't really know." She said, staring at her feet. "Well, I hope you find out soon. But I want you to know how I feel." He said as he slipped an envelope in her hands and walked away, leaving her staring dumbfounded at his retreating back. So it was Jon who was giving her the poems. She opened it eagerly, longing to read the poem she knew would be inside. You may not know how you feel, Or don't want to accept it, But you can give your heart again, And not feel guilt. Now you know who I am, And you know how I feel, It's for you to you to decide Whether you want to heal. Sanctuary in my arms, Is all that I can offer you now, Yet that's what you need. The solace of love." Below that, there was a note. "If you want to take a chance, I'll be waiting near the life guard station after dinner." She stared at the poem for a long time, not able to decide what to do. She put it away with her tapes and went in to dinner, her thoughts in turmoil. Should she take a chance with Jon? Would he do the same thing Felix did to her? Would she be able to love him? She knew the answer to the third question. She had in a way always loved him. Even when she and Felix were together, she had still hung out with Jon, convincing herself that he was just a friend. Looking back, she realized that it might have been something more that friendship. She also felt guilty about moving on so soon. Wasn't she supposed to mourn the loss of her love for a longer time? She sat through dinner feeling still not able to decide whether or not she wanted to meet Jon. That's when Shelly came to her. "So, did you manage to find out who is sending you those poems?" "Yeah. Jon told me." "Oh; so what are you going to do now?" "I have no idea." "Well, he's obviously smitten. You've got him writing poetry for God's sake! So, what's wrong with him? Why not give him a chance? He's loved you for a long time you know. Even before you met Felix he was hopelessly in love with you." "Why didn't he tell me then?" "He was afraid you'd reject him." "That's not an excuse! And at that time I really wouldn't have rejected him. In fact, I had a crush on him." "He didn't know that did he? So, are you going to give him a chance or not?" "What do you think?" "It's your life Anthea, I can't make your decisions for you. But if it was me, I'd grab him. You don't get guys like that often. He's one in a million. Don't blow this Anthea." Saying this, Shelly walked off, leaving a very confused Anthea in her wake; but when she thought about what Shelly had said, it did make sense. It was time she moved on, time she gave herself another chance to love. And yes, she admitted it to her self; she had always been secretly in love with Jon. She made her decision. She would go and see him tonight. She would give herself and Jon a chance. She made her way to the beach quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time. When she reached there, she saw him standing near the water, his back towards her. She made her way to him, and smiled nervously when he turned to look at her. "So you decided to come?" he asked, a soft smile on his face. Not able to speak, she just nodded. "What are you going to do then? Tell me leap off the nearest cliff or accept my love?" She was staring down at her toes, unable to answer this question. Her resolve had abandoned her. Strong fingers lifted her face up to his, a question in his eyes. She squirmed under the intensity of his gaze, not being able to find her voice. "I want to be with you," she finally whispered. She found herself being folded into his arms and her cheek nestled against his chest. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words Anthea," Jon said, his voice muffled in her hair. "No idea how long I've waited." Anthea pulled away and turned her back to him. "Jon, I need to explain." "Explain what?" he asked, not reaching out to her. He knew that what she was about to say was important to her. "When you gave me that poem today, I was feeling guilty. I was feeling guilty for being happy. If I loved Felix so much, then wouldn't it take me a longer time to mourn his loss? No, you only had to give me that poem and all thought of him fled from my mind. You won't believe how guilty that makes me feel. To make it worse, I loved you even when I was with Felix. I thought it was friendship then, but now I see that it's something that goes much deeper. Jon, I have no idea what to do. If you take me on you'll be taking a big chance; do you still want to do this?" "I still want to." "But why?" she finally asked, turning to him, not being able to believe that he would still want her. To Anthea, it seemed incredible that a person could love so much. The feeling that we call love was alien to her understanding. Her parents had been cold and aloof, calling her their 'accident'. The only time she had felt truly loved was when she was with Felix. And he had left her. She just didn't want to take a gamble, put her heart at someone else's mercy. She was telling Jon this, and he still wanted her? She found this unbelievable. Jon seemed to realize this and sat down, pulling her down with him. He hugged her to him. "Anthea, I don't care if you won't be able to trust me. Trust will come eventually, and I can wait. You shouldn't be feeling guilty either. You've got to understand that just because Felix left you, doesn't mean I'll leave you. I'm in love with you Anthea, and no matter what, I'll stick by you." "But that's what Felix said too." She mumbled, almost to herself. Suddenly, he turned her towards him and kissed her. It was a soft and gentle kiss which brought tears to her eyes. Jon kissed away the tears saying, "Give me a chance Anthea. I won't hurt you." That's when Anthea finally understood how much Jon loved her - really loved her - and wouldn't leave her as Felix had. Secure in this knowledge of his love, she wound her arms around his neck, kissing him as he had kissed her, trying to show him that she loved him too. They kissed for a long time, feeling their passion build up. When it got too much, they made their way to Jon's room, trying to get there quickly so they could sate their hunger for each other. They reached it and Jon pulled her inside as he locked the door. Vic was just going to have to find somewhere else to sleep. Anthea found herself trying to pull off Jon's T-shirt while at the same time she shed her clothes. She finally managed to unfasten the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down, helping him step out of them. Jon was also trying his level best to get Anthea naked. She had shed her shorts and halter and now he was trying hard to get her bra off. Anthea helped him, unhooking it as he bent his mouth to her breasts, pushing her bra off her and baring her small breasts. His mouth traveled to her nipples, teasing them as they stood erect. Anthea clutched his hair as he began to suck on her nipple, his free hand inside her panties. He pulled away for a minute as she stepped out of her panties and he out of his boxers. Then they fell on to the bed, reaching out to caress each others' body. Anthea ran her mouth down Jon's chest as he fondled her breasts. She slowly traveled down his stomach to his hard cock, which was now standing erect. She took his hardness into her mouth, teasing the tip with her tongue. Jon groaned as she worked on him, sucking and licking to bring him pleasure. She cradled his balls in her hands, giving them a squeeze as she continued to lick his cock. Jon felt his loins tighten and then release his hot cum into Anthea's mouth. He watched as she swallowed every drop. He pulled her up to him, kissing her and tasting himself. He then made her lie on the bed and proceeded to lick her pussy, returning the favor. He ran his tongue over her outer lips, his fingers softly stroking her clit. Then he gently put his tongue inside her. She arched her back, clutching his hair and crushing his face against her. He was pleased at her reaction and continued to thrust in an out of her, knowing that she would come. She finally orgasmed violently, her juices coating his chin and mouth. She pulled him up now, needing him inside her. He quickly slipped into her, feeling her vaginal muscles squeeze his hard manhood. He began to thrust into her slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding back into her. She was writhing beneath him moaning at his deep penetration of her. They came together, lost in the feeling of the other's body as they reached their climax. Afterwards they lay still for a while, Jon's long body draped over Anthea. When they finally regained their breath they made love again. It was dawn when they finally managed to sleep, their arms and legs tangled together, tired yet sated by their intense love making. When Anthea woke up in the afternoon, she found Jon sitting up and writing. She looked over his shoulder as he penned her another poem. "I can hardly believe that I finally have you by my side. And trust me, I'll never let you go, I'll be there forever, until I die I gave you my heart A long time ago, And now you've accepted, Accepted the love which I show." That was all he had written and he was starting on the third stanza when she grabbed the pen from him and wrote down a stanza herself. "The profound love I have for you, Cannot be measured, Yes, you can love in return, And allow me to cherish." Epilogue Anthea was waiting for Jon to come home so she could tell him the good news. He would be home anytime now, she thought as she glanced at the clock. As if on cue, she heard the door open and Jon's cheery voice call out, "I'm home!" Anthea rushed out to meet him, practically throwing her self at him as she hugged him. She then pressed a quick kiss to his lips and showed him a file that had been lying on the coffee table. Puzzled, he opened it and read it. As he read, his puzzlement turned to joy. He let the file fall to the floor as he picked her up and twirled her around happily. "So, what are we going to name her?" Anthea asked when he finally set her down. "Melinda." Jon replied, his face creased in a huge smile. Those had been adoption papers. A few moths after Darla's and Felix' s wedding, Anthea and Jon had also tied the knot, more in love than ever. A year later, they had a baby boy whom they named Aaron. He looked exactly like his father, with his black hair and gray eyes. Wanting another child, they had tried adoption and now, they could finally bring home a little girl. Life just couldn't get any better than this. Anthea picked up the file from where Jon had dropped it and went to heat up the dinner and check on Aaron. 'And all this just because I took a chance' Anthea thought to herself as she saw her little son fast asleep in his crib. _____________ Thank you ray, for editing this story. I hope you liked this story, please do take the time to vote, and if possible, leave a comment.