Storiesonline.net ------- Just Friends by Grampy Copyright© 2006 by Grampy ------- Description: Jeff is "just" a friend to Carol but he's been there for her through several disastrous relationships. Can a friend ever become more than "just" a friend? Carol's attempt to find out may not only fail to get her a lover but cost her the friendship as well. Codes: MF tears rom cons het oral ------- Sue and Carol were enjoying one of their regular girl's-day-out, man-bashing lunches. This lunch was fueled by Carol's most recent disastrous interaction with the testosterone poisoned male of the species. "Sue, I just can't believe I ever actually moved in with this creep," said Carol, who was doing most of the talking. "I actually though he might be mister right... yea right! As soon as I move in, the whole relationship started going down the flusher. Remember how I always commented on how neat he kept his place? Turns out he had a maid service, which he dropped the minute I moved in. Said he didn't need to waste his money with me living there. Do I look like fucking Molly Maid? And between sports bars, golf, fishing and poker night with that pack of Neanderthals he calls his buds, I saw more of him before I moved in. But that's not what really screwed the pooch and got me the hell outa there." "Give, sister," begged Sue, "you gotta tell me, I'm dying over here. All I know is that I've never seen you as freaking mad, ever!" "Oh, wait till I tell you, you're not going to fucking believe this, even coming from a male moron. See he comes up to me one day all touchy, feely, affectionate and sweet, so I already know he's after something. So he starts talking about his buddy Steve and how he's all busted up because his girlfriend dumped him. He says that Steve is despondent and depressed and he wants to know if I will help. So I asked him what he wanted me to do. And he says, you know just be "nice" to him. So I ask if he means to talk to him like a big sister, that kind of thing. And he gets all flustered and hems and haws, and he won't say until I finally get pissed, and just say dammit, tell me what you want me to do. And this asshole blurts out that he was kinda hoping maybe I'd be willing to give his friend a blow job, just to give him back his confidence. And then, here's the icing on the cake, wonders if I would mind if he watched." "I went ballistic and tore him a new one, told him I was not his whore and he was not my pimp to pass me around to his buddies whenever he felt like it. That I was in charge of my body, and it wasn't his plaything. So he apologized, said it was really bad idea, and he was sorry. He was worried about his friend, and it popped in his head, and he blurted it out without thinking. I was plenty pissed, but hell, he is a guy, they think with their dicks. Sometimes their mouth starts up before the brain's in gear so I decided to let it go — after putting him through a few weeks of enforced celibacy and general synthetic PMS. That is until I walked by his office and heard him on his phone, "I'm sorry Steve, she just up and changed her mind,... Hell, I don't why, you know woman they're likethat... what're going to do, they control all the pussy... " I threw open the door and grabbed the phone out of his hands "Steve, this is Carol, I didn't change my mind, this chicken shit creep never had the balls to ask, but if he had, I wouldn't suck your sorry dick for a Gold Card with no limit. Just go to a titty bar and get a lap dance and take this fuck-off with you, cause guess what? His girlfriend just dumped him too!" I handed him back the phone, grabbed my purse, went over to Jeff's for the night and cried on his shoulder. In the morning, Jeff borrowed a truck and moved me out. I haven't seen the sorry SOB since and he's had the good grace to give up calling after I ignored him for two days." "Holy shit" said a stunned Sue, "that's an incredible story. It's hard to believe even a moronic macho male would think about loaning out his girl friend like that and without even asking. What the hell was he thinking? So how do you feel?" "Me? I feel fine, I've known for quite a while that he wasn't the one and this was so gross that I don't miss him at all. Jeff helped me find a new place, and he helped me get settled. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without Jeff as a friend." "Speaking of Jeff," Sue asked, "you guys have been friends what, six, seven years?" "About six." "And this is what, the third time he's moved you in and out of some guy's home? "Hmmm, let's see... yeah third." "And each time Jeff's been there to pick up the pieces?" "Well yeah, it's like I said, he's a great friend; he's always there for me." "Did you ever wonder if maybe you should have moved in with Jeff instead of those losers?" Carol looked at her friend strangely, "you're kidding, right? You know I couldn't do that. I've told you I'm not ever going to have a male roommate; men are way too messy to keep around if you can't sleep with them. Jeff and I are just friends." "And what does "JUST" a friend mean exactly?" asked Sue. "Here is a guy that's been there for you 24/7, never let you down for six years, and he's "JUST" a friend. Like he's somehow inferior to guys we fall madly in love with for a few weeks, find out that they are total assholes, end up hating and never see again." "Jeff always jokes," said Carol "that a friend is a guy that has to put up with all of the same crap as a boyfriend but doesn't get any of the benefits." "I'm not sure that's joking" said Sue," "I've had male friends like Jeff and I wish I had one now, but I've never known why they do it." "I guess Jeff just likes me," said Carol. "Likes you, my ass," laughed Sue, "are you blind girlfriend? I watch Jeff around you; that man is, and always has been in love with you. That's why he's always there." Carol looked at her friend as though she had been slapped, "No, that's not possible! If there's chemistry between two people it happens in the first few weeks, otherwise you are just friends. Besides, it's been six years, six years for God's sake, if he loved me, he would have told me before now. Jeff's just too sweet and kind to be a boyfriend, there's not enough bad boy in him." "Listen to yourself," Sue said,"The great mythology of romance. I think in some ways we're as bad as men are. The "magic window" of opportunity, if you don't fall head over heels in a certain period of time, you never will. Bull shit! As though we never change, circumstances never change, or we never get to know someone better. What rubbish, I think love happens when it happens. A man will always tell you if he loves you. NOT! Men get afraid too. I'll bet that the longer Jeff has waited to tell you how he feels, the harder it has become until now I don't think it's even possible for him, unless you help. And the last one, the great hypocrisy of the modern woman. We SAY we want men to be sensitive, gentle and affectionate but we always go home and fuck the macho bad boys, so if there aren't enough sensitive sweet guys around, it's probably because we punish men for being sweet and reward them for being bad." Carol just stared at her friend, "Jesus Sue, I don't know where all this is coming from, but I can't believe Jeff's been in love with me for six years and I never noticed. Besides once someone's a friend that's that. I don't think it's possible to become romantically involved with a friend, it just doesn't happen." "Well you had better consider it Carol. Your luck in men hasn't been that great. Jeff's a sweetheart and he's nice looking. Rachel used to date him and she said he was hot, and a lot of fun." "Forget it Sue! Not happening, Jeff's just a friend, and that's what he's gonna stay." Over the next few days Carol did think about what Sue had said. It got her to look at Jeff in a different light. He really was a nice looking guy. He worked out and stayed fit. He treated her like a princess; he was always there for her. He never forgot her birthday, and he knew her tastes, and needs, and whims almost better than she knew herself. Carol had her own test to measure her feelings about someone. She imagined that they had just told her they were moving far away so that she would probably never see them again. How did that make her feel? When she thought about Jeff moving away it opened up a huge chasm in her life. The sheer immensity of the feeling of loss surprised and frightened her. It made her wonder if she might have fallen in love with Jeff at some point, without even realizing it. Finally Carol made a decision. She was going to break a fundamental law of love, maybe the sky would fall, maybe the ground would open and swallow her up, but she was going to make love to someone who was JUST a friend. "Jeff, this is Carol, can you make it for dinner Friday?" "Sure, what's up, computer acting up again? "No, Jeff, everything's fine, I just wanted to have dinner with you." "OK, I'll pick up Chinese on the way over." "Jeff, listen carefully, this is an invitation to dinner, as in I am cooking the dinner and you are a guest. You just come and enjoy the dinner and be prepared to entertain me with your wit and charm. Got it?" Jeff got it though he was still puzzled. In the six years they had been friends, they had shared many meals together, but this formal invitation was somehow different. He was both excited and a little nervous when Friday finally rolled around. Though casual, his clothes were chosen with great care, because Jeff really wanted to look his very best. You see, Jeff was very much in love with Carol, but he would never tell her. He arrived at her apartment exactly on time carrying a bottle of wine and a little bouquet of wild flowers. Carol opened the door, and he almost dropped the wine. She was wearing an extremely hot little sheer black cocktail dress. It had spaghetti straps securing a top low enough to show a generous amount of creamy breasts and sheer enough to give a hint of the nipple and areole. The knee length skirt was cut very high on the side, high enough to guarantee that if she wore panties at all, they were definitely not full on the side. "Jesus Carol, You look incredible" he stammered. "But I didn't know it was a fancy party with other guests; I didn't really dress..." "Relax Jeff," she said grabbing his arm and bringing him inside by the dining room table, "count the place settings Jeff, one, two. See, it's just the two of us. I just felt like dressing up for you for once. Would you like a glass of wine?" "Yes please." "Jeff, do you like to dance?" "Sure, but I'm not great at it or anything" "That's OK, Jeff, it's just the two of us." Carol went over to the stereo and started a pre-selected set of CDs. To Jeff's surprise they were all very romantic slow dances. He started out holding her at a very respectful distance but Carol was having no part of that. She pulled herself in until she could rest her head on his shoulder. Jeff could smell her perfume and was all too conscious of her breasts and pelvis rubbing against him as she swayed to the music. His reaction was predictable and perfectly natural, he immediately sprouted a full grown erection. It was aimed right at Carol's crotch and he didn't have a free hand to move it, so he tried to pull his lower body away from her so that she wouldn't notice his embarrassing display. Carol, who knew exactly what was happening, simply reached down and placed her hand on his butt and pulled him right back in so they were back rubbing together. Still taking the lead, Carol placed her hand on the back of his head and held it while she brought her own head around into position and kissed him firmly and warmly. Jeff thought his knees would buckle, and when she started to use her tongue on his lips he actually got a little dizzy. "Carol, do you mind if we sit down for a while?" "Not at all Jeff, lets sit on the couch over there, it's got room for both of us." Carol thought that Jeff was looking for a place for seriously making out, while Jeff was looking for a place to recover from his dizzy spell. For awhile she was content to lie against Jeff while he just let his hands lay around her waist. Pretty soon Carol got restless and realized that if anything was going to happen, it was going to be up to her to make it happen. She took the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and pulled down the top of her dress to unveil the two perfect orbs of her breasts. The large nipple on each was already standing at attention and ready for active duty. She then reached down, took both of Jeff's hands and placed them directly on her magnificent mammeries. "There", she thought, "that should give him the idea." Jeff was in shock. They were the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. These particular tits had guest-starred in his masturbation fantasies for years and yet the reality so far exceeded the fantasy. And now he had his hands on them, on the breasts of the love of his life and he was... was... scared shitless, that's what he was. "Carol, I... I... listen I'm crazy about you... I mean... you mean a lot to me... this is sudden... but... this... ah... I don't know if I can do it." "Come on Jeff, of course you can, it's easy. First we kiss a lot. Then I undress you, and you undress me. Then we play with each other's pee pees. Then we screw our brains out all night." "Please Carol, don't make fun of me. I can't explain, but I can't do this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. And I'm so sorry to spoil the evening. Good night." And looking like he might cry, Jeff kissed her on the cheek and rushed out of the apartment. "Wait Jeff, don't go, please don't go" she pleaded, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you... we don't have to do anything... I want you back..." but it was too late and she threw her self on the couch face down and cried like someone who had lost their last friend on earth, and maybe she had. Jeff ran downstairs to his car, not sure if he had just done the smartest thing or the absolute pea-brained dumbest thing in his life. He was beginning to suspect the latter. Carol had seemed really devastated when he ran out, and he had just run out on the very thing he wanted more than anything in the world... unless it lost him Carol forever. Maybe he already had lost her. He decided to call his best friend Mike and fill him in and get his opinion. "So suddenly Mike, she just drops her top, shows me the most gorgeous tits in the world, and sticks my hands right on them!" "And Jeff... I'm still waiting for the problem here, what's the problem? Carol wants you to fuck her. Great! I've always hoped you guys would get together. Go get her, Tiger, and quit wasting time on the phone with me." "It's just not that simple Mike." "Whaaat?, you need to borrow some condoms, you're too quick on the trigger, what?" "Mike, Carol and I are friends." "So? Fucking is friendly." "No Mike, I mean we're "JUST" friends." "Oh, you're "JUST" friends, correction pal, you were "JUST" friends. Carol has decided to free from the blue ball brigade of them that never get laid. You my lucky young horn dog should be down on your knees giving thanks. No one ever makes it back to pussyland from the cursed ranks of the "justfriends" but you are getting a chance. If you won't do it for yourself you gotta do it for those millions of other frustrated unhappy "justfriends" out there — give them hope, brother." "Dammit, Mike, quit kidding, I'm serious here." "Jeff, listen, I'm not really kidding, OK, I maybe used a bit of hyperbole but the truth is that you don't often get a second chance at romance, so take it. And if you're not ready to admit that you are head over fucking heels in love with that girl and have been for years, then you are a lost cause." "How did you know?" "Shit, Jeff, everybody knows except apparently Carol and I think it's time you tell her. Do it Jeff, do it now" Jeff had no sooner hung up, when his cell phone rang again. Could it be Carol? "Hello?" "Jeff, this is Sue, what the fuck did you do?" "I panicked, I didn't know what to do, I ran out." "Do you know Carol is crying her eyes out, she's embarrassed, confused, hurt, scared and lonely all at the same time. She's a total wreck." "Shit, Sue, you know I didn't mean to do that to her. I would never hurt her on purpose, you know that." "And yet somehow you managed." "Tell me what I need to do to fix it, Sue, I'll do anything." "I'm going to ask you one question, Jeff; I want an absolutely honest answer." "OK" "Jeff, are you in love with Carol?" There was a long pause, then very quietly, "Yes, Sue, I am, very much so, and I have been for years." "Jeff, listen to me, this is what you have to do immediately. You have to go tell her how you feel, completely and honestly; and I think there is a chance she may even return your feelings. If you don't tell her tonight, I'm not sure you guys will even be able to salvage your friendship. I want to see this work out for both of you. Go to her Jeff." It was very hard for Jeff to retrace his steps back to Carol's apartment and ring the bell. Carol answered the door, and it was obvious she had been crying a lot. "Carol, can I come in... Please" asked Jeff? "I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Jeff, I'm pretty upset right now, maybe we should talk later." "It's my fault you are so upset", said Jeff, "because I haven't been honest with you. I think it's very important we talk now before we throw away years of friendship. Please Carol, don't send me away without hearing me out." "All right, come in Jeff, but this mess is my fault for practically raping you and just assuming you wanted me in that way. I'm sorry, I had no right, let's forget the whole tawdry incident and go back to being friends, and I'll never embarrass you like this again." "Carol, it wasn't tawdry at all, it was beautiful, so before you draw the wrong conclusions about a lot of things, in fact, before another word is spoken, you need to hear me out." "Ok Jeff, you have the floor and my undivided attention." "Carol, this is hard for me to say now because it should have been said so long ago. The simple truth is that I am totally, madly, head over heels in love with you and have been for years. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid, afraid that I would lose you completely, and I couldn't bear that. The longer it went unsaid, the harder it became to say it. So finally, it never got said at all." Jeff waited but Carol said nothing, she just stared at him and tears welled up in her eyes. "Carol," said Jeff nervously, "please say something." "Just hold me right now while I work through this. I'm not sure what to say to you, Jeff. You and I both have really screwed this up, and I'm just not sure what I feel anymore. They sat in the large recliner and she curled up in his lap. She didn't speak for a good hour, although she occasionally would look into his eyes, as though deciding whether he was worth keeping or not. Jeff knew her well enough to know that he had no choice but to wait until she had finished working everything out for herself. There wasn't any appeal from an unfavorable outcome, but likewise if she decided to forgive, then all would be forgotten. Finally she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it to her for an extremely steamy and passionate kiss. Then she looked him in the eye. "Now that everyone knows where they stand, we'll start this evening over," she announced. "I've kept the dinner warm in the oven. Let's eat because I'm famished. Then after dinner, I want to make out and then end up screwing our brains out all night. Does that work for you." "Yes ma'am," Jeff said enthusiastically, "and I promise not to bail this time." Later over a leisurely candle lit dinner the two discussed their new relationship. Over a bottle of wine, they held hands, gazed into each other's eyes and honestly discussed their hopes and fears. Jeff expressed his concern, "Carol, I realize now how wrong it was to not tell you how I felt, but lovers so often separate, and end up never seeing each other again. I can't bear the thought of my life without you. I would rather be your friend for life than your lover for one night." As always Carol thought carefully before answering. "I agree with you Jeff, I value our friendship very highly, and I considered the risk before I decided to try to change our relationship. I think unlike most lovers, we have our history of a six year friendship. I don't think we would throw that away if we failed to find happiness as sexual partners. Certainly nothing that happens in the bedroom tonight can jeopardize our friendship as far as I'm concerned" Jeff agreed, "Let's promise each other then; friends first and forever." "I promise," said Carol lifting her wineglass in toast, "But now I want a promise. You've been dreaming about this night for six years." Jeff nodded. "Six years of dreams is a lot to live up to. We know each other so well. I'm afraid we may go into that bed with some very unrealistic expectations. We may expect fireworks and bells ringing, when in fact, we are going to be just as unsure and fumbling as any other couple's first time. We will have to get used to each other's rhythms and responses, and that takes time. So instead of expecting magic tonight, I'll be happy with love. So promise me you won't be disappointed if there aren't any fireworks and bells ringing... please." Jeff took both her hands and gazed lovingly into her eyes. "Carol, if you only knew what it meant to me just to be with you. But I promise I won't expect any fireworks or bells." Soon they were back dancing, and this time no one needed to pull Jeff any closer because they were as close as two people could be and still move at all. They moved as one, and their mouths were joined in an almost perpetual kiss. Carols' nipples threatened to rip through the sheer fabric of her dress, and Jeff was delightfully aware of them on his chest. In return, his raging erection was pressing into Carol, to her delight. Both sets of hands were securely planted on each others posteriors. The strong panoply of stimulation had pulses elevated and breathing heavy so songs and dancing were quickly forgotten as the couple found their way to the bedroom. Carol started to undress, but Jeff quickly indicated he would like that task for himself, and she acquiesced. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, took the spaghetti straps from each shoulder and lifted the tiny dress off her with no more effort than picking up a handkerchief. Carol stood in front of him in nothing but some sheer black lace hip-hugger panties and black thigh high stockings. Carol then undressed him down to his boxers. Jeff sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her towards him. He took time to just soak in the beauty of her perfectly formed beasts. In the six years that these particular beauties had been the centerpiece of his dreams and masturbation fantasies, his imagination had never lived up to the reality. He looked up and said, "you are lovely, so very, very lovely, I had no idea." And he leaned forward and gently kissed each nipple which responded to him by turning pencil eraser hard. Jeff then sucked on the nipple and teased it with his teeth and Carol responded with "Yes, yes oh yes, I feel that directly in my pussy, YES!" and placed her hands on his head to keep him to his task. Not that Jeff needed much in the way of encouragement. In fact, Jeff attended to her breasts with such zeal that she actually found herself experiencing a nice little orgasm, not earth shattering, just a nice warm little tremor, but the first that Carol had ever received through nipple teasing alone. Now she felt so wet, so ready, she needed more. She pushed Jeff's head back and rolled over on the bed. He took the hint. First he rolled off each thigh high stocking slowly, almost ceremoniously, and then gently kissed his way back up her legs. When he reached for her panties, he realized that they were soaked with her juices, and his nostrils flared at the pungent but addictively stimulating musky scent of her essence. He removed her panties and unabashedly lifted them to his nose to enjoy their fragrance, and Carol did not find the act at all offensive. Jeff started to move towards her with the intent of making oral love but she stopped him with a gesture to wait. Instead she reached for his boxers, and he lifted his hips to allow her to remove them. She took his steel hard cock in her hands. Carol suspected, correctly, that Jeff was already highly stimulated, and their love making would probably be better if she were to get him off now. Besides Carol rather enjoyed giving head to her men, not because she particularly liked the taste of their cum, it was tolerable at best. What she enjoyed was the power it gave her to give or withhold pleasure, and how much pleasure it gave to them. You could always tell the guy who had just had a good BJ from the silly grin plastered on his face. Jeff suddenly felt the warm wet softness of her mouth cover the head of his cock and he almost lost it right then. To have the woman you had loved for six years take you in her mouth was almost unbearable. She moved up and down with gentle suction while she gently fondled his balls with her hand. "Oh my God, that's feels so good, on God, don't stop, ohhhh, I'm almost there." Carol could feel the tightening and knew he would come soon. She took her other hand and quickly ran her middle finger across her own labia to get lubrication, and then she used it to tease her way into his anus to stimulate his prostate. Jeff had never had that done, but as soon as that finger slipped in delivering new and unfamiliar feelings, his ejaculation occurred before he could even warn Carol, who fortunately expected this and needed no warning. Jeff's orgasm was not just sudden, it was huge. He shot rope after rope of hot semen directly into Carol's lovely mouth and she was almost able to swallow fast enough but a little bit trickled down her chin. Jeff was afraid he would be drained dry if the flow didn't stop, but it did and he was indeed still intact. He grabbed Carol and kissed her, winning points for kissing while she still had his taste in her mouth. "Carol, that was wonderful, I've never felt anything like that, now what can I do?" Carol looked meaningfully down at her nether regions. Jeff blushed "Duh... yeah, I think I have an idea." Jeff positioned himself between Carol's legs which she opened as wide as possible. As before Jeff took a while to just soak up her beauty. She had shaved off most of the hair leaving just a little landing strip in the front. Her labia were prominent but not over sized. Her skin on her thighs and all around was completely clear and smooth. He reached in and opened her. She had that incredible pinkish coral color which is so universally admired but so rare to find. Jeff was totally mesmerized by her beauty. When he didn't move or say anything for awhile, Carol asked "You like?" Jeff looked up "No Carol, I love, I'm overwhelmed by your beauty, it surpasses my dreams and fantasies." He then lowered his head. His gentle kisses started on her inner thighs and gradually fluttered across her labia like the gentle flight of a butterfly which finally alighted on her clitoris as gentle as a cloud where the beating of its wings gently awakened her most sensitive nub. Then the butterfly of his kisses flew off to be replaced by the gentle probing and licking of his tongue. No spot was left unexplored from the rosebud of her anus to the little strip of hair that graced her mound, every spot was visited again and again by either the gentle probing tip or the velvet stroke; with the single exception of the clit itself which was never quite touched directly, although almost, so very almost... until she found herself moving her pelvis in pursuit trying to force contact with that elusive tongue. But she never quite caught that wonderful, magical, aggravating, frustrating, damn tongue which was slowly driving her mad because she never quite knew where it was going next or whether it would be probing or licking or gentle or firm... and just at the perfect moment when the tension was almost unbearable, his lips dropped directly over her hungry clit, and he gently sucked it like a baby sucks a nipple. And she immediately had an orgasm. Carol reached down and pulled Jeff up to her. She kissed him passionately and tasted herself on him. She looked in his eyes and whispered, "OK lover, enough preliminaries, it's Showtime, it's screw Carol's brains out time, no fireworks, no bells, but I want you inside me Jeff, so fuck me, fuck me now." Jeff was afraid, he knew this act would change their relationship forever, but he also wanted this woman like he had never wanted any woman in his life. There was no turning back. He was hard; he had never been this hard. He felt Carol's hand lining him up with her opening. He took a deep breath and slowly and firmly thrust into her. His cock has immersed in a tight wet glove of perfect softness that seemed to caress him as he plunged deeper. The feeling was almost unbearable. For her the feeling was of perfect fullness, he seemed to fit her like he was designed just for her. When he pulled back, she almost wanted to cry out at the loss, but before she could grab him he had started back in and she was overcome with pleasure. Despite his recent oral release, Jeff's biggest concern was lasting long enough to satisfy Carol. He had kept the rhythm slow to stretch it out. But Carol wasn't buying that. "Jeff," she cried out, "I'm almost there, fuck me hard, come with me Jeff." That suited him. It's easier when you don't have to hold back. Jeff started fucking like he was trying to pound out lumps in the mattress, making no attempt to hold back the tsunami that was building in his groin. Carol immediately responded to the new intensity and felt a huge climax building, "Yes Jeff, oh God yes, harder. I'm going to come, OH OH SHIT I'M COMING!" Her vaginal contractions immediately stroked Jeff's cock triggering his tidal wave of semen flooding and filling her with warmth. The impact of his ejaculation on her cervix seemed to send her orgasm into a second and more powerful stage. Carol had never felt the intensity of spasms that gripped her entire groin, and she actually thought she was going to faint from the sheer joyous intensity of her climax. She closed her eyes and she saw bright swirling and flashing lights before her eyes. "My God", she thought, "they look like fireworks". Jeff's climax had finally ended; he had no idea where all that spunk came from. He was stunned and a little dizzy, and his ears were ringing. He listened for a moment, "holy shit" he thought, "it sounds like distant bells ringing." The two new lovers held each other in the afterglow of their first act of love. "Carol, my love", Jeff said, "you may not believe me but I actually did hear bells." "I believe you, I actually saw fireworks." Jeff for the first time noticed the tears in her eyes. "Carol, you're crying, what's wrong?" "I cry for six lost years. Because of my blindness and your fears, we lost six years to being JUST friends when we could have been so much more." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-05-29 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------