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A TIME TO LOVE chapter 1 (+18 Erotic Romance)

Romantic Sex Story: A Time to Love: Chapter 1 by Jonas

Copyright© 2008 by Jonas

I pulled into the parking lot of the clinic, the second person to arrive. Geri, the office manager, would already be here well into her day. She was obsessed with it, and while she could be a little abrasive in her demeanor, we were all thankful for her help.

I had finished my schooling and was two years into my professional career. My first job was a temporary position at a small regional hospital, but I had longed for a spot in a clinic. About two months ago, Sarah had called and said their practice had expanded and the doctor was looking for a second nurse practitioner. She asked if I was interested, and when I said yes, she promptly offered me the job. So here I was.

I went in to my office and prepared for the day. Sarah and the other staff trickled in over the next hour, and soon the patients were arriving. I was getting ready to meet with my fourth patient of the day when the name on the chart caught my attention. Ben Barker. I felt my heart flutter again. I hadn’t thought about the big guy in years, but the image of him came immediately. He was nearly a foot taller than my 5’2″ and nearly 200 pounds heavier than my 110 pounds. I smiled at the contrast. I was a blonde, he was a brunette. I had blue eyes, he had brown. Everything about him was big, everything about me was small. He was in his mid thirties, I was in my mid twenties. He was married, I was single. Yes, a remarkable contrast. And yet, I’d felt enamored with him.

I told myself again it was just his warm nature that was attractive to me, and then I opened the door. My jaw dropped. Sitting there was not the big man I expected. I mean, he was still big, but not like before. I was tongue tied. “Um, hi, uh, Ben.” I almost blushed, but fought it down.

A sincere smile spread across his face, lighting up his brown eyes. “Emily! I didn’t know you’d returned.”

“Yeah, I, um, they had an opening here and I took the job. I’ve been back about two months.”

“Well, it’s great to see you! Looks like you made it through school then.”

Safe ground. School. I willed my heartbeat to slow down. “I did. It was hard, but I’m glad I finished it. I’m enjoying my career.”

“I’m glad you finished it, too.” His smile was infectious.

I sat next to him and glanced through his chart. His weight was down to 225. Amazing. “Ben, you look great! You’ve lost nearly a hundred pounds since I last saw you. How are you feeling?”

Ben proceeded to tell me about his improved health, as well as some of the complications that were still there. I tried to keep my mind on his words, but they were constantly drifting. I watched him talk. I watched him move. The man was handsome. Very handsome. Not gorgeous, like some of the men I’d dated. But very, very handsome. He wore very unassuming eyeglasses that only enhanced the sparkle in his eyes and gave him an air of intelligence. That, along with his rugged good looks and personality, was unbelievably attractive. He’s married, I scolded myself, and forced my attention back to his words.

“Jake still tires me out, but not as quickly.” His eyes sparkled again when he mentioned his son.

I had a sudden memory of a sadness during a previous discussion of his family, so I debated internally about whether to inquire about them. The curious side of me won out. “How is your son? He’s, what, five or six now?”

“Almost six. He’s great, a regular ball of energy. Loves sports, just like his old man, and he puts forth his best effort. But honestly, he’s more of an intellectual, which I guess is just like me, too. He’s not very competitive or aggressive.”

His eyes still sparkled, so I changed directions. “And your wife? How is she?”

There it was. The flash of sadness. The smile didn’t disappear, but it faded somewhat. “She’s … fine. As good as could be expected, I guess.” Well, if that wasn’t cryptic … Ben was so easy to talk to, I decided to pursue.

“Ben, I don’t mean to pry, but I guess my curiosity is just too much. You can just ignore the question, but … well, what’s wrong with your wife?”

He cast his gaze to the floor and the smile disappeared this time. I scolded myself for my boldness and nosiness. He was quiet for the longest time. It suddenly dawned on me that we hadn’t addressed his reason for the visit. I cleared my throat and went about business, angry at myself for straying off track. Ben was subdued the rest of the visit. As I stood up to say goodbye, he finally spoke.

“My wife is paralyzed.” His eyes began to glisten. He looked past me to somewhere not in the room, and the anguish on his face was obvious.

I reached out and put my hand on his arm. “Ben, I’m … sorry … about your wife, and I’m sorry I asked. I shouldn’t have.”

He continued like I hadn’t spoken. “She has no movement or feeling from the waist down. Been that way for four years. She was heading to pick up my sister from the airport, because once again I was too busy at the office. A drunk driver crossed the median and plowed into her car head on. Broke her back and damaged her spinal cord. The doctors don’t think she’ll ever regain feeling.” A lone tear slid down his cheek.

I felt a lump in my throat and a part of me wanted to pull this wonderful man into an embrace. I just rubbed his arm. “Oh, Ben. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to open any wounds.”

He looked at me, and a gentle smile just touched his lips. “It’s OK, Emily. It’s life. We can’t avoid it. We live it every day, and we get through it every day. It just hurts sometimes to remember life before.”

I suddenly realized I’d been in with John for some time, longer than was customary. I silently cursed this billable hours concept. “If you ever need to talk about this, I’m willing to listen. I’m not a therapist or anything, but I am providing your primary care. Mental anguish, grief and stress all contribute to your health. I can help however you need.”

His smile grew, and I was lost again in the gentleness of his eyes. “Thanks, Emily. I’ll keep that in mind.”

We parted company, and I was sure I wouldn’t see or hear from him again until his next labs in six months.

About a week passed, when I arrived at my office to a surprise. Geri had left a note on my desk that I had received a call that morning already. I looked at the name: Leah Barker. Could that be … Doubtful. Barker was a common enough name. Still, I was nervous about the call, so I put it off for several hours. Just prior to starting my afternoon appointments, I made the callback. A sweet voice answered the phone.

“This is Emily Schultz from HealthChoice. Could I speak with Leah Barker, please?”

“Hello, Emily. This is Leah.” The voice sounded hesitant, which did little to ease my mind.

“It’s nice to speak with you, Ms. Barker. How may I help you?”

“Please, call me Leah. I, um, I’m calling regarding my husband. He’s one of your patients. Ben Barker.” I knew it. I was hesitant to acknowledge that Ben was a patient, what with all the privacy issues. “It’s OK, Emily. I know you’ll need to check the file to see if Ben has given permission to speak with me. You can do that later. I just need to ask you for a favor.”

I was a little taken aback. It’s not every day that the spouse of a patient calls for a favor. I was apprehensive, to say the least. “I’m not sure how to respond to that. I guess it would depend on the favor.”

Leah laughed quietly. “I can understand that. I really don’t feel comfortable doing this on the phone, however. Would you be willing to meet with me to discuss this favor? I don’t think this really has anything to do with doctor/patient stuff, but you can review Ben’s file if you need to before then.”

By this point, I was very intrigued. As is often the case, my curiosity clouded my better judgment. “Where and when would you like to meet?”

“Well, given my current situation, it might be best to meet at our house.”

“Oh, that’s right,” I replied, somewhat embarrassingly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK. Are you available after work today? Maybe you could come over for dinner, about 6:30 p.m. Ben is on a business trip, so it will just be you, me and Jake.”

Leah gave me directions, and then we hung up. My heart was pounding. Why was I so nervous about this? Because he was a patient? Because I’d felt some attraction to the man? Only time would tell, so I went about my afternoon schedule. The hours seemed to creep away, slowly. It seemed the end of the day would never come. After I finished up my notes for the day, I hopped in the car for the short drive home. I immediately headed to the bedroom, stripping my slacks and shirt off. I stood in front of the open closet, clad only in my panties and bra. I rifled through the clothes there and frowned in frustration. Nothing seemed appropriate. Slacks and a blouse? Evening dress? Shorts and a tee? I should have asked what the attire was. Get a grip, girl, I told myself. It’s dinner with a patient’s family. It’s not a date. Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was going to be on display. I settled for brown cropped canvas pants, a printed scoopneck mesh top and pair of thong sandals. Nice and neutral.

On the way to the Barker home, I stopped to grab a bottle of drink, something my mother has always said was a nice gesture when invited to a dinner party. In light of Leah’s situation, I opted for a sparkling apple cider as opposed to alcohol, which was just fine for me.

I pulled in front of their home, a lovely two story craftsman. I took a deep breath before getting out of the car. Why was I so nervous? I rang the bell with a trembling hand, then smoothed down my pants nervously while I waited. I almost rang the bell again, when it was opened by a dark haired Hispanic woman, probably in her fifties.

“Um, I’m Emily Schultz. Leah is expecting me.”

The woman smiled warmly and took my handbag and the bottle of cider. She gestured me into a quaint sitting room and told me in broken English that Leah would be with me shortly. I sat on the edge of the sofa and waited. Only a minute or so had passed, when I had company.

I glanced up to see a little boy standing behind the armchair just next to the entrance to the room. I smiled as warmly as I could. “Well, hello there. You must be Jake.” There was no mistaking that Ben was this boy’s father. It was like looking at a mini-Ben. He slowly came closer to me, keeping the coffee table between us. My eyes followed him with an amused expression.

“Ben was right.” I quickly looked back to the doorway to see a beautiful—strikingly beautiful—woman there. I guessed she was taller than me by about five inches, but it was hard to tell from her position in the wheelchair. I stood up and smiled at her. “Please, sit down.” She wheeled quietly into the room and pulled up next to the sofa. She had a warm smile on her face, similar to how Ben would smile. I felt instantly at ease.

“Thank you. You must be Leah. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Emily.” She had beautiful features. Long flowing red hair, deep green eyes, smooth skin and long, slender fingers, which she held in her lap. Her lips were full and her smile was huge. I felt an instant sadness for this beautiful woman whose life had been tragically altered by someone else’s stupidity. I could sense a similar sadness in her eyes.

I decided to pick up the conversation on her earlier comment. “Ben was right about what?”

“You are beautiful.” I blushed. Ben said I was beautiful. I was surprised and flattered. I was also slightly aghast that he would tell his wife that.

“Oh. Well, I, uh, I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” Leah replied. Now I was confused. Why was she thanking me? I only went over lab results with him the last time. Did she thank all of their doctors with dinner?

“Excuse me if I’m a little confused here. Why would you be thanking me?”

At that moment, the Hispanic woman entered the room. “Dinner is ready.”

“Thank you, Almarosa.” The woman left. “We can talk more over dinner. Shall we?” I stood and she turned and led the way across the hall to the dining room. We took our seats, Leah on the end and Jake and I on either side. Almarosa served the food—a succulent chicken and rice dish with a green salad on the side. When she poured my sparkling cider, a look of tenderness washed over Leah’s face. “Emily, that was so thoughtful of you to purchase something non-alcoholic. Thank you.”

I just smiled my response. We chatted about casual things during the bulk of the meal. Ben was an IT manager at a regional manufacturer and was currently out of state doing a software rollout. He had been with that company ever since he’d left school. Jake was in kindergarten. Leah worked from home providing back office support for several eBay businesses. They loved to travel, and still did it often, though some of their favorite activities had to be put aside. Leah asked about my career, my school and my background. What could have seemed like a job interview actually seemed more like two old friends catching up. By the time dinner was over, Jake was tucked into bed and we were taking tea in the sitting room, I felt like I had known this remarkable woman my whole life.

As we settled in the sitting room, she came back to the point of my visit. “Emily, I want to thank you for what you’ve done for my husband. He took my accident so hard, blaming himself, and he let it consume him. He was kind of a workaholic before the accident, rarely taking time for extra things. He seemed to think that if he had been more involved in our lives, I would never have had the accident. Anyway, he’d let his health, among other things, falter. He seemed to deal with his stress by overeating. He ballooned to well over 300 pounds. I get the impression that the guilt had become too much for him. I was afraid he might do something drastic when he began to stop eating. He dropped a few pounds. That’s when he met you.”

My mind was reeling. I could clearly remember the warm, happy man who I first met years ago. He didn’t sound anything like what she described.

She continued, as if reading my thoughts. “He always put on such a front. Some good came from my accident. He became a more selfless person, always concerned about others. He spent less time at the office and more time at home. But I could see that, while he wanted to do this, it was almost too much for him. He came home from the doctor’s office that first day meeting you and he was practically bouncing. He didn’t say much, but he mentioned you by name and said you had praised him for losing weight. He didn’t change much during the next few weeks, but he became even more attentive to my feelings. He didn’t seem as anguished around me. Then he came back from the next visit a changed man. He mentioned you again by name, said you were leaving, and that you’d encouraged him to keep up the weight loss.

“Things changed that day, Emily. For the better. He seemed to be driven to spend more time with us, and not out of guilt but out of love. He found a healthy balance between his work and our family. He lost most of that weight, as you could see, and he found a new sense of purpose. For the most part things have been wonderful for several years. I want to thank you for saving my husband and saving my family.”

By this point, I couldn’t help myself. My eyes had overflowed with tears. The story, the way she told it, was so tender. Here was a woman who was so obviously in love with her husband, and a man so obviously in love with his wife. Yet they almost missed out. For whatever reason, what they had almost disappeared. And now she was thanking me, as if I had some part in this. I personally thought my role had been somewhat embellished, but she seemed to genuinely believe that it was worth thanking me for. I looked at her, and she was wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

“Leah, I don’t know what to say. I’m so glad things have gotten better for your family, for you and Ben. I’m not really sure I did that much, but I’m glad that I could do what I did.” I wondered how much to say. “In just the short amount of time I’ve spent with you tonight, and with Ben at the office, I must admit that I feel a sense of warmness for your family. So it means a lot to think I’ve helped you in some way. I really am glad things are going so well.”

Leah’s face clouded again. “They are going well. But they aren’t perfect. And this is why I’ve asked you here.” I’m sure my confusion showed. “I have a very important favor to ask you, but I’m very, very nervous about how you’ll respond.”

I leaned forward, putting my hand gently on her knee. “Please, feel free to ask. I promise not to overreact.” I tried to sound reassuring.

She took a deep breath and looked at me. Her eyes were piercing, full of intensity. I swallowed, feeling nervous now myself. “Emily, I love my husband very much. He’s been more than I could have ever asked for. He takes such good care of me and Jake. He shows his love for me in all facets of his life. He’s romantic, sweet, tender, funny, strong. Just an amazing man. He would never tell me to my face what I’m about to tell you, because he wouldn’t want to hurt me.

“I have been unable to … how do I say this … I’ve been unable to make love with him since my accident.”

I blushed, but tried to keep my face impassive. I needed to see where this was heading.

“It’s not for lack of desire, it’s just that I can’t respond to him. I can’t feel anything beneath my waist. Anything. We’ve tried a few times, but I can’t fake what isn’t there. I don’t have that in me, and besides, he’d recognize it immediately. I can’t climax, and my body doesn’t respond appropriately to allow us comfortable intercourse. We’ve tried using other methods to at least bring him release. I use my hands, mouth. That works sometimes, but I just get so tired so quickly. I know he gets stressed about causing me any pain or discomfort, which means he can’t enjoy it. It’s been the one thing that continues to cause pain. Not physical, but pain right here.” She pointed adamantly at her heart.

“Leah, I’m so sorry to hear that.” How do you respond to such an intimate confession? And what did this have to do with me? I could imagine where this was going, but I refused to allow myself to go with it. “I can’t imagine what this must be like for you and Ben.”

She sniffed and wiped at her tears again. “I have suggested to Ben that he consider finding another lover. Someone who can meet his physical needs. He refuses to even discuss it. He brushes off how much the missed sex is affecting him, but I can see it. He always says he doesn’t love anyone else and never will, and that he couldn’t have sex with someone he didn’t love, and I believe him.” She took another deep breath. “Emily, I’m afraid this is beginning to drive a wedge into our relationship. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but he’s only human.”

I could make out the anxiety, the panic in her tone, and I felt my own emotions get the best of me again. I wiped at my own tears, but could say nothing.

“Emily, this will probably shock you, but … well … I think my husband has fallen in love with you.”

You could have picked my chin up off the floor I was so shocked. Maybe I should have seen her comment coming, but I didn’t. I tried to speak, but couldn’t. I took a breath, and tried again. “Leah, y-you must be mistaken. How can he…”

“It was obvious to me last week when he came home from your clinic. He practically floated in the door. He came up behind me, wrapped me in his arms and kissed my neck and face all over. I wondered what he was so happy about, and eventually he commented that you had returned to the clinic. He hadn’t told me much about you up to that point, so he finally spilled the details. As he talked, I could see it. I mean, I’d seen that look many times before as he looked at me. It was obvious.”

I shook my head. “Leah, you have to be mistaken. He hardly knows me. And he’s so obviously in love with you. There’s no way he can be in love with me.” She’s just thanked me for saving her husband and her marriage, and now she’s telling me her husband is in love with me. My head was spinning.

“I would have thought so, too, if I hadn’t seen it myself. It was there. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think he’s stopped loving me. I still feel that love. Yet, I think he’s opened his heart and discovered there is more room in there. I don’t think he realizes it yet, but he will soon.”

“OK. Let’s say just for a minute you are right. Why tell me? What can I do?”

Leah was hesitant before speaking, as if she was searching for her words. After a long, uncomfortable silence, she spoke. “Emily, I want you to make love to my husband.”

Now I felt like I’d been hit with a brick. Did she just ask what I think she did? I leaned back on the couch, stunned. She leaned forward.

“Emily, please. Hear me out before you say anything. This makes sense from my angle. I can’t fulfill my husband’s needs. He’ll never go find someone on his own, so I’m going to set it up for him, give him my permission. He loves you, which means he can’t use that excuse. He’s also very attracted to you, and rightly so.” Her eyes quickly scanned me up and down when she said that, and I blushed again. “I know we can make this work from our side. The one unknown is you. Will you be able to do this?” I started to decline, but she raised her hand. “Please, don’t answer right now. Take a few days. Call me if and when you are ready to talk. But please, seriously consider this for me. For us.”

I should have just rejected the whole notion, then and there. But something in the way she asked kept me from pushing it away. Her earnestness was enough to make me promise to truly mull it over. With that part of the discussion over, we sat awkwardly, nothing else to say. I made some excuse for having to leave, extended pleasantries, and made my escape. I refused to allow myself to think of the proposition until I was safely in my apartment, my door locked. I leaned against the door and sank to the floor. And cried.

I awoke several hours later. My head had cleared somewhat. I thought about Ben and Leah while I readied myself for bed. I needed to take stock of where I stood on this whole thing. Here was a woman giving me permission to sleep with her husband. She’d been sober—at least from what I could tell. She wasn’t asking me to carry on a lurid affair. Just sleep with him. Have sex with him. She didn’t say how many times. Just once? Twice? I got the impression that this could be a long term thing if everything fell the right way, and she would be OK with it. I didn’t think once would be so bad. I mean I’d had sex before, and sometimes with people I hardly cared for at all. Maybe that was what was scaring me. Leah had said Ben loved me. As hard as it was to believe, what if she was right? I mean, if we made love once and that was it, wouldn’t that cause more harm than good? I mean I didn’t love him, at least not that way.

Did I?

I thought about this man. I’d been enamored with him from the first meeting. He had an incredible personality, a great sense of humor, a gentleness and sweetness. He was funny, kind, confident. I felt all those things way back. I even thought he was attractive. He had great eyes, an adorable smile and just a generally attractive face. Physically, I wasn’t really, REALLY attracted to him, at least not at first. I mean, given time all his other qualities might have changed that, but I mean, who really falls for a 300-pound guy in 30 minutes? Wait, that seems shallow. Don’t answer that.

I slipped into bed in my panties and oversized t shirt as my mind drifted back to last week, when I first saw Ben in the office again. He was still a big guy, but it was a nice big. Broad shoulders that tapered down to his waist. I could see his muscles rippling beneath his shirt. His face had become more chiseled. And those big strong hands. What had I felt then? Picturing him in my mind made my heart beat harder. There was no doubt about it. With all those qualities he had, you know those qualities that were most important when you really love someone, he now also had sexy. This, as I saw it, was pretty important if your whole objective was just to sleep with a guy. I could definitely imagine looking up into those dark, chocolate eyes as he drove into me. My heart fluttered. I closed my eyes, and pictured his strong arms holding his weight off me, his hips moving. I felt the fluttering move down to my sex. God, I think I’m hot for this guy. I abandoned all decorum. I mean, I was in the safety of my own home, in my own bed, by myself. What harm could there be? I ran my fingers down between my breasts to my belly, uncovered my belly, and drew gentle circles around my navel. I began to picture it all in my mind. Feeling his strong hands over my small breasts, I imagined tracing my fingers across the muscles of his back and arms. He placed his mouth over my nipples, pushed his length into my pussy. I slipped my hand down inside the front of my panties and felt the wetness that had formed on my lips. I dipped my fingers in, soaking them before beginning to caress my clit. Images of our bodies merging flooded my brain and my pussy. I felt the familiar stirrings in my womb. I began to climb higher and higher, moving towards my peak. I bucked my hips and my caressing became frantic and sporadic. Suddenly I exploded, waves of orgasm crashing over me again and again. I rode the pleasure until my clit tried to escape my caresses, then I let my muscles relax. I inhaled deeply, trying to catch my breath.

Oh, my, I thought to myself. I must have been really horny. I took my hand from my underwear, pulled the covers up to my chin and rolled on my side. I needed to sleep. I obviously couldn’t think straight. I mean, I was actually seriously considering this.

The next day, I worked my ass off. I did anything I could to take my mind off the offer on the table. It didn’t work. What was I so afraid of? This was just sex. Let the man take care of his needs, get a little pleasure yourself, walk away. What was wrong with that? Because Leah doesn’t want you to walk away. And she doesn’t think Ben will want you to, either. Was I ready to commit to a relationship with a married man? Did I want to be with someone who loved another more than me? Leah wasn’t asking for a relationship, though, was she? Just sex.

That night was a repeat of the previous night. This time, I just climbed into bed with a t shirt, sans panties. I figured no reason to soak another pair. In my fantasy, this time I was on top, and Leah was watching us. I came so hard that my muscles ached. I made up my mind as I drifted off to sleep. I would do this. I guess I’d always known I would. I had reservations, of course, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I figured I might as well go for it. At worst case, I get to have sex, which is a good thing in my mind. At best case, I get to have sex more than once, which is even better.

I awoke the next day, a Saturday. I lay in my bed, unable to convince myself to move. I finally sat up and rubbed my eyes. The smell of my pussy was unmistakable, and the feeling of lust began to swell in me again. That was what I needed to spur me into action. I went to my dresser and flipped through my papers until I found the note with the Barkers’ number. I took a deep breath while I waited for someone to pick up.

“Hello. Barker’s residence.” It was Almarosa.

“May I speak with Leah, please? This is Emily.”

“Just a minute.” I waited nervously, twice thought about hanging up.

Leah’s voice came on the line. “Hi, Emily.”

Where to start? I just decided to blurt it out. “Let’s do this. Start talking before I chicken out.”

Leah began to cry. I could hear the sounds through the receiver. I wondered if I’d said the wrong thing. “Thank you, Emily,” she forced through her tears. “Thank you. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” Finally, she composed herself enough to tell me her plan. Ben’s birthday was in a week. She wanted to give him a birthday present he’d never forget. Me. We talked about commitment, and she assured me that I was free to walk away from this at any time. We worked out the particulars and prepared to hang up.

“You sure you still want me to do this?” I asked.

“There’s no doubt in my mind,” she replied.

I waited for more, but nothing came. I laughed, trying to sound relaxed. “This is where you are supposed to ask me if I still want to do this.”

Her voice was calm, assured. “I don’t have to ask. I know you do.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you love Ben, too.” She hung up, leaving me speechless.

Romantic Sex Story: A Time to Love: Chapter 1 by Jonas
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MY LOVE STORY…WITH NO END IN SIGHT

By heavensent

Was it Coincidence?

I was your average night owl due to my job at a hotel. So as boredom engulfed me one night I sought out the internet. So wondering what to do with my time I came across an online chat/dating service. I wasn’t looking to find my one true love. I just wanted to chat with someone to pass the time away until I could go home.

No finding any suitable people to chat with I decided to browse the profiles. I came across one of a man that was close to my age. I like the fact he had goals and that he was christian. Because I was a new christian only seeking out people that believed the same as me.

So I decided to set up my own profile so I could write him a quick note just to tell him I liked his profile. So I wrote to him and then looked at others not finding another one that I liked I logged off. I didn’t log back on the site again figuring that it would be another w! asted night with nobody interesting to talk to.

I logged into my email account and found a email from the site manager saying I had an email. I logged on and it was from the man I emailed. Now I was curious of what he would tell me. Luck would have it he was online as I was reading his email he instant me.

I decided to talk to him for little bit curious at what he was like. We chatted a bit on that Friday night. I had to get offline because I was due to attend a barbecue with friends. I thanked him for chatting with me and hoped to talk to him again. He said he equally enjoyed our conversation and wondered when we could talk again.

I hesitated for bit thinking about when I be online again. Then I figure wasn’t any harm in giving him my number he was a local boy and who knows I could have found someone interesting to hang out with. He thanked me for my number and asked if he could call me later that night! . We set up time for him to call and I was off to my barbecue.

At the barbecue I have to admit that I was a little anxious to hear his voice. I kept looking at my watch wishing the time to hurry up so I could go home. Finally it was time to go home and our first conversation was wonderful.

Come to find out that we actually attended the same church and his friends were mine. Funny thing was he was suppose to be at the same barbecue as me but elected to not attend because he had homework to do.

So we agree to meet the next Sunday at church. We both figured in order to have a relationship of any kind it needed to be offline and in person. So Sunday came and we met. I won’t say that sparks were flying for me because it wasn’t.

I still at this point even meeting him wasn’t looking for anything but a friend. He later told me that he was attracted to me from the moment he! met me. I laugh it off because at time he really wasn’t my type.

We sat by each other in church and afterwards met up later at my house. We took a long walk and talked about everything. It was so easy to talk to him and he said same about me. Still pursuing the idea of friendship on my part I agreed to meet him on campus August 19.

What was just a friendly meeting actually turned into our first date. We watched the sunset as we layed and the grass. I didn’t want the night to end and neither did he. But the gentleman as he was he took me home and promised to call me.

He did and here we are celebrating our 7 months relationship together. He is the one I been waiting my whole life for. We plan to get married next summer and spend the rest of our lives together. I never knew love could be like this.

Erotic romance: HOW I FEEL IN LOVE WITH A YOUNG BLONDE

I had been lucky and retired early from my ownbusiness. A divorce 5 years earlier had not been that

messy. We both decided that the marriage was not
working. She had her own career that was time consuming
and it came to an end. No alimony, no kids, reasonable
settlement on money issues and we split.

Having lived in Florida for over 20 years I had the
toys that go with the lifestyle. A condo in a marina
community. A 45 foot sail boat with everything a sailor
could want in the way of gadgets. It was easy to sail
single-handed and so I spent many days sailing in the
Gulf of Mexico by myself. I had met some women that
liked the sailing part but there was always the
bitching about an Ex, or the kids, or on and on and
after a while it got to be too much.

I had volunteered to help one of the local community
colleges as a tutor with some of their aeronautical
engineering students. I have been a pilot for over 30
years and the business I owned was one that made
accessories for aircraft and did overhauls on aircraft
engines. It was fun helping the neophyte students with
their first look at what was really needed to make the
book part of their education work in the real world.

After several months of tutoring a request came from
one of the professors to help a student with a special
project involving a rather complicated certification
process with the FAA. That’s the Federal Aviation
Administration for the non aviation inclined readers.
After arranging to meet the student one afternoon the
professor handed me a information sheet with the name
and also a history of grades. The grades were all well
into the 3.5 range and above but the name surprised me.
The students name was Linda.

Having spent most of my time with male students as a
tutor it was nice to see that a female would be
interested in anything associated with aviation. That
afternoon I meet Linda in one of the lab rooms that was
set up for access to all the FAA data. I was pleasantly
surprised to see a tall slim blonde walk into the lab
and introduce herself. It was Linda. And she was drop
dead gorgeous. Blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail.
A body that was slender with long legs and medium
breasts. She introduced herself and with some
awkwardness from myself we chatted about a few things
and her project.

After two hours of working on the project we were
getting a little brain dead with all the technical data
and decided to take a break. Linda printed out the data
she needed and as she gathered up the paperwork she
said, “How about some coffee and getting away from this
crap” She smiled and it was like being hit with a brick
when I looked at her. This student was special in many
ways. Sexy to the max. Smart and had a personality that
was magical. She was not the typical 20 something
student. “Sure and I’ll buy”, I said.

We talked about a little mall not far from the school
and the Starbucks and agreed that was the place. I said
I would give her a ride and bring her back to where she
lived. A “Fantastic” from her set the stage. We ordered
coffee when we got there and found a table in the
corner.

The conversation flowed and I heard her life story. She
loved flying and the technical side of aviation. She
was not the typical female. She had a natural beauty
that did not need a ton of makeup to make her look like
something from a front page ad of some magazine. The
time flew by and as we discussed the project.

We agreed to meet the next day for more research. We
went to my car and she gave me directions to where she
lived. It was a typical apartment complex that catered
to the local college students. She had three roommates
so they could split the expenses. She mentioned that
financially things were tight and she also expressed
appreciation for my help as a volunteer as it would
have cost her to hire one of the associate aids that
charged for their time.

The next afternoon we meet at the lab. It was a Friday
and I had plans to spend the weekend on the boat. We
went right to work on the project. After an hour we had
most of the data we needed and decided to get a Coke
from the vending machines outside. We walked to some
tables that were in the courtyard of the student area.
We talked about things in general. She was from
Georgia. An only child. Parents divorced. She asked
some questions about my past and I gave her the short
story. I couldn’t help but really like her. For myself,
I had in my mind what the true fantasy woman would be
like. And so far Linda filled all the boxes.

She had no boyfriend. Had lived with a guy for a short
time while still back home in Georgia. She expressed
disdain for the typical male of her age. “They are all
like pigs” “Drink beer, want to play grab ass, and
don’t have a brain above their waist line.” I had to
laugh at that statement. We finished the Cokes and I
drove her back to her apartment.

During the drive she asked what I had planned for the
weekend. I told her that I was going sailing and would
spend the weekend plus Monday, it was a school holiday,
on the sailboat. She looked at me with wide eyes. ‘You
have a sailboat?” “Oh God I love to sail,” she said. I
described the boat and that I would be leaving the next
morning at around 10 and would not be back until late
Monday afternoon.

The world stood still with her next comment. “Could I
come along” My brain went into overdrive. Was I hearing
this right? I was 40 years older than her. We had meet
twice, and she wanted too spend two nights with me on a
boat. I told her that I anchored out during the night
at several places on Tampa Bay and we would not set
foot on land until Monday afternoon. “That’s fine. It
would be so great to get away for several days. I need
the down time and WOW on a sailboat.” All I could say
was that she was welcome to join me.

We arrived at the apartment complex. She asked for my
phone number so we could stay in touch about the next
day. Driving to my condo I was awash with thoughts.
What do I do in a situation like this. Well hell. Just
go with the flow. I made mental notes to make sure I
had enough food for two for the weekend. Didn’t have to
worry about the liquor supply as it was always well
stocked and beside I didn’t even know if Linda drank.

About 8 that evening the phone rang. It was Linda. In a
cheery voice she said hello. Her next sentence was the
start of what dreams might be made of. “I hate to ask
this but would it be alright if two of my roommates
came along.” My mind goes into a short flash. She wants
to bring along two other females!

A short pause on my part and then the question was did
Linda understand that this was 3 days and 2 nights on
the water. Yes she said she understood. I also
explained that there were only 3 berths or sleeping
areas on the boat. “Don’t worry we will work all that
out.”

Well that was a surprise. My answer was that if they
could work out all the details to be at the marina at
10 tomorrow. I did a short explanation of some simple
rules for the boat. Soft shoes such as sneakers so the
deck did not get scratched. Also understand that if
they needed anything it was not a quick trip to the
local store to get anything. Linda said she understood
and had spent time on other boats and she would make
sure her roomies understood.

A short talk on a few other things including directions
to the marina and she said that they would be there.

The next morning I was up early with a brain list of
things to do. Needed to go shopping for food and other
things for 4 for a long weekend. Three females in fact.
So what does one include in the list. At the store it
was a little of this and a little of that. Four steaks.
Some vanities of snacks. A mixture of some stuff for a
Chinese dinner with the wok that I had on board. Did go
by the liquor section and picked up several six pack
mixtures of wine coolers. Seems that the younger
females liked them. Or so I had heard. Also some more
wine and another case of beer.

I arrived back at the boat about 9 and did the
unloading and also getting the sail covers off. Checked
that I had plenty of fresh water in the tanks. Even
straightened things up a little. It dawned on me that
maybe I needed some more towels and other such things
as women seem to use stuff like that more than men. As
I walked out of the condo with an arm load of stuff a
van pulled up and as I approached the dock I saw that
it was Linda and two other girls. She stepped out of
the passenger side with a big smile and a “Hi there.”

She was dressed in a pull over top and a short, and I
mean SHORT, pair of cutoffs that showed the bottom of
her ass cheeks. As the other two climbed out of the van
it was like a set of sexy triplets as they all had the
same physique, blond hair and all over 5″8 with legs
that went all the way up. Damn what a sight.

Linda introduced Dawn and Aimee. We did the glad to
meet you stuff and they pulled out several backpacks
and duffle bags. We walked down to the boat. Climbed on
and Linda was gushing about the boat and how big it was
and how beautiful. Dawn and Aimee were equally praising
the boat and the, “This is so neat,” phrase that I
would hear many times over the next 3 days.

We did a short walk through of the boat and I explained
a few things about using the head/toilet. Showed them
the different sleeping areas. Where things were stored
including the ice chest and the liquor supply. I then
explained a few rules. When they were on deck or in the
cockpit area they were to always have some kind of life
preserver close by. If they went on the foredeck take
one of the life preservers with them.

Then I got down to a situation that only sailors that
have spent a day fixing a marine head would understand.
First rule was how to use the head and flushing it.
Then a delicate subject. I explained that the only
paper products that would go into the head were toilet
paper. So it was blunt. No tampons or pads in the head.
Linda smiled and said.” Don’t worry. No red river city
here.” Dawn and Aimee chimed in with been over a week
for me and a not due for at least a week.

With that, it was get the auxiliary engine started and
cast off. We motored out to the entrance to Tampa Bay
and once out of the ICW I set the sails and turned off
the engine. A perfect day. Medium wind of 15 knots and
80 degrees on the temperature. After getting things set
the girls started to shed their cover-up shirts and
shorts. Dawn and Aimee had on bikinis under them. Linda
said she had to go down below to change. I mentioned
that there were 3 bartenders on board and they knew
where the booze was located.

With a smile I said that when the Captain asked for a
drink they were the ones to provide it. I set a course
for one of the channels out of the bay into the Gulf.
Set up the autopilot with the GPS and let the boat have
its head as we moved along at 8 knots.

Linda asked if anyone needed anything while she was in
the cabin and a bar order was given. Beer for Dawn, a
wine cooler for Aimee and I asked for a beer. A few
seconds later and Linda appeared with the drinks. My
eyes were wide open when I saw her. She had on nothing
but a thong bottom and no top. There were a perfect set
of 34 B breasts looking me in the face. Her thong was
just enough to cover her pussy and yet it was tight
enough to provide a “Camel Toe.”

I damn near dropped the beer when she handed it to me.
She seemed to have no problem with being topless and
sat down next to me. Dawn and Aimee laughed and told
Linda the she was in her normal exhibition mode. “What
the hell. Nothing anyone of you have not seen before”
and she winked at me. So that set the mood for the next
several hours. We relaxed and I got to know and like
Linda even better and Dawn and Aimee were the same way
with the banter and relaxation.

It took a little over an hour to get into the Gulf. I
was headed on a Southwest course and would hold that
for several hours until it was time to head back to the
bay for the evening and a nice anchoring spot that I
used. More beer, a shot of bourbon by all three and
they were relaxed. Music on the stereo system and it
was a small piece of heaven. A late 50’s old “Old Fart”
and three drop dead gorgeous 20 year old college
students. Could it get any better than this?

We talked about everything from politics to current
events. After an hour Dawn asked if she could go to the
foredeck and lay on a towel and “Catch some rays” I
said sure just take the life preservers with you. She
grabbed some towels and started to move toward the
foredeck. Aimee said she thought that was a good idea
and started to go with Dawn. Dawn stopped. She looked
around the water surface and looked at me. “Hey, we are
the only ones out here. Do you mind if we sunbath in
the nude?”

“Not at all,” I said.

So off came the tops. I had noticed that Dawn was not
that well endowed as was Aimee. My guess was that they
were both A cups on the breast size. I have to admit I
liked what I saw. I am more of a leg man but I do like
small breasts. Then Dawn slide her bottom off at the
same time as Aimee. They turned around to place the
tops and bottoms on the seat cushions and I saw two of
the most beautiful shaved pussies I had ever seen.
Linda gave a little comment. “Showing off the goods
ladies!” They all laughed and Dawn and Aimee went
forward.

Linda went below for another drink and brought back a
beer for me. As she came back up and handed me the beer
she said. “Aw what the hell” and released the small
strings holding her thong bottom. It was unreal to be
sitting next to this 22 year old “Babe” that seemed to
like me. Was not self-conscious about her body. Was
sitting next to me totally nude. She asked if she could
sail for while. I said sure and disconnected the
autopilot and she took over the wheel. She knew how to
sail that was for sure.

By this time the beer was catching up with me and it
was time to use the head. I went below and it was a
real struggle to take a leak with a “Pisser Hard-on.”

Coming back up to the cockpit it was an unreal sight
seeing Linda behind the wheel with her legs spread and
a view of he pussy. She had not shaved it but the pussy
hair was blond and looked to be sparse and finely
spread around the lips. She noticed the bulge in my
shorts and gave a “Hey sailor boy it looks like your
glad to see me” comment.

Well what could I say?

“Come on Captain take them shorts off and join the
world,” she said.

Well why not. So I took them off and my hard-on was in
full view.

“Ummm, looks nice,” Linda statement made it even
harder.

Linda and I talked about a few things and that included
her project. It was a free type conversation discussing
a lot of things. I got up to look at the GPS panel on
the wheel to see what the reverse course time was back
to the spot where we would anchor for the night. I had
to move closer to Linda to get a good look and as I did
my cock was right at her eye level. “That looks nice.
Never seen one that was uncut. Bet it’s fun to play
with.”

With a smirk I said, “If you’re a good girl you might
get too.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she laughed.

The reverse course said that it would be 3 hours back
to the anchor spot so it was time to head in. I warned
Dawn and Aimee that we were going to tack and that the
jib and the lines would be moving across the foredeck.
Linda did a good job of tacking the boat and we were
headed back to Tampa bay.

Getting into the bay with all the other boat traffic I
decided to end the fun and told the girls it was time
to put on some clothes. I slipped back into my shorts
and took over from Linda as we made our way to the
place on the Manatee River that I liked. It was well
protected and there were usually no other boats close.

We dropped anchor at about 6 PM. Furled the sails and
got settled in. Dawn and Aimee were below in the galley
area with Linda preparing the evening snack. They
brought up the snacks and made a comment that some good
drinks other than beer would be good. So I went below
and with the blender mixed up a batch of Mai Tais. As
it was on the warm side I had the generator and air
conditioning running so it was cool in the cabin. The
Mai Tais flowed and the girls were relaxed. Three sexy
babes on a boat for the night and in fact two nights.
Don’t get no better than that.

Dinner consisted of the steaks that I grilled and a
salad prepared by the girls and some veggies that were
saut�ed in butter with mushrooms. Dinner stuff cleaned
up and it was time to watch the sunset and it was one
of the better ones I has seen. We continued in the
cockpit of the boat for a few hours. Drinking and
talking. The bugs started to get bad and it was warm so
we headed down below into the air conditioned comfort.

As we settled in and listened to music. Dawn and Aimee
started to complain about the sunburn they had on their
white ass cheeks and also their tits. I suggested they
take a shower and I would apply Aloe on the burned
area. It had been a hot day and a shower would wash off
the sweat and the salt from the spray. Aimee was first,
then Dawn. As Aimee dried off I used a pure Aloe
solution on the burned area. Rubbing those butt cheeks
and her small tits was an absolute pleasure. She
mentioned that the area around her pussy was also a
little red so with great pleasure I did a good job on
the application. Dawn was next as Linda went into the
shower.

I smoothed the Aloe on her burned spots and also did a
nice job on her pussy area. I rubbed close to her clit
and as I did she uttered, “Ummm that feels good!” As
Linda got out of the shower it was my turn. Linda had
been with me under the sun roof and had not been
burned. I dropped my cutoffs and squeezed past Linda
toward the shower. As I did, my semi erect cock brushed
her leg. “Careful with that thing big boy, it might
hurt someone.” She said and smiled as I brushed past.

I took a long hot shower and made sure my cock and
balls were extra clean. As I came out of the shower and
toweled off I noticed the girls had on just long shirts
that barely covered their ass and Linda was sitting
with one leg up and her pussy in full view. I put on a
pair of cutoffs and sat down with the group. They were
all mellow and still sipping on Mai Tais as I had now
made a third batch. The conversation turned to playing
a game.

The discussion was short as I mentioned I only had a
deck of cards and they also agreed that Truth or Dare
was “So High School.” Linda was setting right next to
me and put her arm around my neck and laid her head on
my shoulder. Dawn said that strip poker would be a bust
as we didn’t have enough clothes on to make it a real
game. Aimee piped up with how about Sex Poker.

We all asked her to explain the rules. Well she
explained each player draws one card. Face cards are
worth 10 points and all the rest are face value. The
one with the highest card wins and gets to do or ask
the lowest card holder to do something to the winner of
a sexual nature. So here I am with these babes and we
are all in a mellow mood and it is going to get
interesting. Linda and I had not talked about anything
sexual happening between us or had there been anything
discussed with the other two. As Dawn shuffled the
cards she said, “No chickening out from anyone”

So here we go I drew a 7, Aimee a 4, Dawn a Queen, and
Linda a 5. So Dawn was the winner and Aimee the loser.
Dawn told Aimee to stand up and masturbate for a
minute. Aimee gave an ‘oh gezz’ but stood up, lifted
her shirt and started to rub her pussy with Dawn doing
the timing. The next hand Linda won and I lost. It was
short and sweet. Eat my pussy for a minute she said.
WOW a dream come true. She laid back a little. Lifted
up her shirt and I went face down into a fluffy
beautiful pussy for one minute.

As I was ending she was starting to breath hard. I
loved the musky smell and the way her lips were spread
like butterfly wings. The next hand I lost to Dawn and
she told me to drop my cutoffs and masturbate in front
of them for a minute. I took them off. Stood up and
started to stroke. They all commented that this was the
first uncut cock they had seen and they liked the way
the foreskin moved over the tip.

My one minute was up.

Aimee wanted me to stand in front of her so she could
stroke it. Well to say the least the game was on hold
as she stroked and the other two made comments. Linda
even got into the act as she wanted a turn. The tip by
this time was getting moist with pre cum. With out
saying a word Linda took it in her mouth and started to
suck. Aimee and Dawn protested a little as that was
against the rules. Linda in mid suck said, “Cool it you
will all get your turn.”

Well they did get their turn as they then took turns
stroking my cock and sucking on it. By now it was
obvious that all three were getting aroused. Dawn had
her fingers buried in her pussy as did Linda.

So was that the end of the game? It was obvious that
the girls needed some satisfaction or it was going to
be a long horny night. Linda spoke up. “Ok just to get
it straight I am sleeping in his bed tonight. I found
him and he helped me and he is getting his payment
tonight and besides I love that cock.” You could almost
here a sigh of despair from the other two. I could only
wonder what she had planned but I could feel the sexual
tension with Dawn and Aimee. “Ok” He can either eat
your pussy or masturbate you but that is all.”

With that Dawn pulled off her shirt and told me to bury
my face in her pussy. I went at it with vigor and in
only a few minutes she had her orgasm. She had a
pleased look on her face. I then moved over to Aimee
and buried my face in her sweet pussy and also slide in
a finger to thrust with. With surprise I felt a hand
start to stroke my cock. A whisper in my ear and it was
Linda. “Finish her off. I need you” Within a few
minutes Aimee had a hard orgasm.

With two fairly satisfied women it looked like it was
time to take care of the other one. Linda grabbed my
arm and ushered me toward the berth in the aft part of
the boat. The one with the queen sized bed. “See you
guys in the morning,” as she turned around and looked
at Dawn and Aimee. Linda closed the door as we got to
the back berth. She took off the top she had on and
looked at me. “Ok my man. You got me started with that
one minute pussy lick and now your going to finish me.”

She grabbed me and gave me a kiss that was unreal with
her arms around me and slowly working her hands down to
my butt. She pulled me closer and my hard cock was
erect and between us. She gently pushed me on the bed.
She then climbed on top and slowly inched her way to my
face. “I need to get some face here. I’m sitting on you
and you use that tongue and mouth to make me cum,” she
said.

I loved what I was seeing as she moved forward. That
gorgeous face and those perky tits. And as I lay back
her pussy moved over my face. The soft blonde fluffy
fur of her pussy hair was right there on my lips. My
tongue moved up to her clit. She let out a soft
sounding UMMMM.

I took my arms and from underneath brought them up to
her ass cheeks. She moved a little as my tongue did its
work. “Right there. right there,” as my tongue hit the
tip of her clit. I licked slowly as she rocked a little
on my face. I kept the slow licking in a steady pace.
She was breathing deeper and harder.

It must have been several minutes, and I was loving
every second of it. She started to shake a little. She
leaned forward a little. She moved her pussy harder on
to my mouth. Then it started. Her orgasm started as a
deep UHHHH from her and a increase in the shaking of
her body. It got more intense and she peeked with a
“Yes, Yes, Yes!!!”

It lasted for close to 30 seconds. A small amount of
her musky good smelling pussy juice flowed on my face.
Linda moved back a little and rolled over onto the bed.
She was still breathing deeply. I moved forward a
little and as she lay on her back I played with her
tits and slowly massaged and played with the nipples.
Her face was a slight pink and her inner thighs were
shaking slightly.

She was back to normal speech wise. “WOW that was
unreal. I’m still shaking and I feel so good” I got up
and found a small towel and wiped her pussy juice from
my face. I also went between her legs to get the
wetness cleaned up. I noticed a wet spot on the sheets.
A wet spot from pussy juice and not my cum for once.

As I stood beside the bed her right hand reached out
and stroked my cock. I had been real hard now for over
an hour and something had to happen to give me some
relief. Linda looked up at me. “Ok my man. I want to
get on top and ride you.” “I need another O and I want
you to cum when I do.” I asked a simple question that I
hoped would keep me from getting her knocked up. “You
want me to use a rubber?” “Don’t need to, I’m on the
pill” was her answer.

She got up and I lay down on the bed. Again the sight
of a slim body with no stretch marks and also a tight
pussy was screaming through my mind. That face and the
blonde pony tail that moved across her shoulders as she
mounted me. She moved on top of me and guided my cock
inside. She was tight. As she sat down on my cock she
gave a sigh. She didn’t move for a while and with her
eyes closed and with the look on her face I knew she
was savoring the feel. She looked at me. “I haven’t
been fucked in over 8 months and I need it bad. I don’t
want you to cum until I tell you too. Ya got that?”

I smiled and gave a quick yes and also just hoped I
could last that long. She started a slight up and down
movement and rocked forward with her clit mound rubbing
the pubic area above my cock. She had her eyes closed
and her hands on my chest. She seemed lost in her own
world. “OHHHHH that feels so good. I need your cock so
bad.” She started to move up and down and with the
forward motion I knew her clit was getting a good
massage.

With her down stroke my cock was deep inside her. She
started to move faster. Linda set up a comfortable
motion up and down. “Cum for me babe.” I whispered.
“Cum for me and let me shoot into you. Cum! Cum! Cum!
Keep going and give me a good cum.” I said.

She started to give a little whimper and I noticed her
face changed a little. We had been going for at least 5
minutes and I was ready to shoot. She increased the
speed a little. She then stiffened, “Now! Cum now!
Shoot it now!”

I could feel the walls of her pussy change as she
climaxed. I let it go and had 5 good shoots into her. I
pulled her down on me with my hands on her hips. She
shook. And then she fell forward onto me. Her breathing
was deep and her body had the fantastic feel of wetness
from sweat.

She lay on top of me for a minute and came down from
her orgasm. She sat up, “Oh God! Did I ever need that!”
came from her lips.

She looked so sexy and that was an image I wanted
planted in my mind. She rolled off of me and lay on her
back. I got up and found the towel that I had used
before and cleaned my cock of her pussy juice and my
sperm. I wiped her pussy gently with the towel. The
after glow was fantastic from her face. I lay back down
on the bed beside her. She rolled over slightly and had
her pussy firmly next to my hip. With her right arm she
rubbed my chest. “Damn that was good,” she murmured.

I don’t know when we fell asleep. But it was sometime
late in the morning when I heard a voice from outside
the door. “If you two are done fucking your brains out,
you might want to get up and make some coffee for the
rest of us.” It was Dawn. I rolled over and put my soft
cock in the crack of Linda’ ass and took my hand and
rubbed her tits. She started to move a little and I
kissed her on the neck and a “Morning sexy.”

“Ummm,” was all the response I got.

I moved around a little and spotted a pair of cutoffs
on the floor that I put on. Walked into the main cabin
where Dawn was sitting and watching the TV. She looked
at me and with a smirk and said “You look like you just
got laid real good. So get rid of your pussy brain and
fix some coffee.”

I got the coffee maker out and found the coffee. I
looked forward to the forward berth and saw Aimee naked
lying on her back. What a sight as she had her legs
spread a little and from the view that I had her A cup
tits were almost flat. “So did you sleep well?” I asked
Dawn.

“Slept great when all the noise from the neighbors
quieted down,” she smirked.

Linda was now up and walked into the cabin. She had on
a pull over top that just covered her ass and pussy.
She walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around me
and gave me a hug. Dawn’ sarcasm was in top form with a
“Well missy you look well fucked.” Linda grunted with a
Yes and “Don’t be pissed because you didn’t get any.”

“The day is still young,” was Dawn’s comeback.

Coffee was finally made. Aimee came gliding thru the
cabin nude and making a bee line for the head. I looked
out of the portholes on the cabin side and noticed the
water was glass smooth. Turned on the marine band radio
and listened to the weather summary. Seas less than 2
feet. Bay and inland waters smooth with winds of less
than 5 knots. Not exactly sailing weather. By now the
girls were coming alive with coffee and were taking
turns doing girl things in the head.

I asked when I could get a turn in the shower and Linda
gave me a wink and another hug and said. “Lets take a
shower together.”

A few minutes later Linda and I stepped into the small
shower together and did a wash job on each other with
me paying special attention to her pussy and tits and
her taking care of my semi erect cock. “It had a good
work out last night and I want it all clean and happy,”
as she gave it a good rub and cleaning.

With everyone clean and a cup of coffee in them I
mentioned that it did not look like great sailing
weather. A short discussion and comments like “So
what.” We are on the water, it’s nice and comfy in the
cabin, we have food and booze, the TV and stereo work.
Besides Aimee and Dawn had enough sun from the day
before. It was not that uncomfortable out in the
cockpit with the sun shade so it was unanimous that we
stayed anchored and “Chill” as they say. A short
discussion about a Brunch as it was now after noon and
that was voted down for a later snack and a big dinner
that night.

The mention of Bloody Mary’s was a resounding “Yes” as
it seemed a little pick me up was in order. Dawn said
she would do the honors. Linda and I went up to the
cockpit and took in the warmth and the view over the
river and into Tampa Bay.

The discussion flowed and after a while she looked at
me with a smile. “You have no idea how good I feel
today. You did a great job on me last night and it was
fantastic.” And this from a sexy blond babe that was
young enough to be my daughter.

Two Bloody Marys were passed up and life was good. From
below Dawn and Aimee asked where the stuff was that I
rubbed on their sun burns. Told them where to find it
in the drawer by the sink. Linda and I watched as they
took turns rubbing it into their sun burned ass cheeks
and their tits. The rest of the afternoon flowed by
with the girls totally relaxed.

The conversation turned to sex after while. Dawn and
Aimee were the most vocal. Complaining about drunk
college ass holes starting things they couldn’t finish.
“I mean having a guy on top of you giving you a good
fucking and he says he wants another beer and pulls out
and leaves me hanging.” Dawn chimed in with. ” Getting
laid by some of the jerks was more of a pain. Sometimes
it’s just better to stick my finger in my own pussy and
get myself off.” The part from Linda was that her ex
live in was a good lay when he was horny but when she
wanted it there was always an excuse.

I asked out of curiosity if anyone of them were Bi.
Dawn admitted that she did a girl once. Aimee said that
one of her former girlfriends had got drunk one night
and ate her pussy but it didn’t do that much for her.
Linda’ reply was that she liked cock, that was her
story, and she was sticking to it.

About 3 in the afternoon with the warmth and the affect
of 2 rounds of Bloody Marys, it was nap time. Aimee
went to the V berth up front. Dawn plopped down on the
lounge berth and Linda and I went to the aft berth. As
we walked in off came her cover and I slipped out of my
cutoffs and we plopped down on the bed. She rolled over
and I put my arm around her. Moved my hand to her
breast and played with the nipple. She took my limp
cock in her hand and stroked it to a semi erect state
and we dozed off.

About 2 hours later we all started to stir. Got up and
it was cocktail hour. Mai Tais were again the drink of
choice. Some cheese and crackers plus a shrimp cocktail
were the snacks. We decided that the Wok meal was the
best choice and Linda took charge and headed the
“Galley Slaves” as she called them down below.

It was nice sitting in the cockpit and watching three
sexy blonde college students fix dinner. Every now and
then one would bend over a little and I would get a
look at a smooth shaved pussy or the “fluff” of Linda’
pussy. After a while Linda came back up with fresh
drinks. She had the slaves doing their thing she said.
She was sitting side ways from me on one of the
cushions and lay her sexy smooth legs across mine.

“Oh this has been great!” was her comment. She looked
at me and asked simply. “Would it work if I moved in
with you? I still have three months of this semester to
go and I don’t plan on going back to Georgia for the
summer and I won’t mooch and will pay my way.”

It was a total surprise to say the least. “Sure, how
could I refuse,” I said. “And you are not paying any
thing.”

With a big smile she widened her legs with her pussy in
clear view and said. “Oh yes I am, and it’s yours
anytime you want it.”

I went brain numb for a few seconds as I thought about
what just happened. God I hoped it would work. She was
mature for her age. The 37 year difference in our age
did not seem to be a problem as she was not a typical
22 year old. And the thought of sex with her anytime
either of us wanted it was even more mind blowing. She
said that she did have one favor to ask. “Sure what is
it?”

I remarked. “I hope you don’t mind, and this is the
last time you’re going to do this, but would you fuck
Dawn and Aimee tonight. They both like you and they are
horny as hell and neither one of them has been laid in
over 6 months. We were talking a little bit ago and
they asked and I said it was OK. But get this right. I
own that cock of yours and after tonight it had better
be in my pussy only from now on. Got it big boy?”

Well what could I say but she owned it and she could
say what she wanted done with it.

The Chinese dinner cooked in the Wok was very good and
after doing the clean up I mixed more drinks and all of
us settled in to watch another sunset. Linda and I sat
together and I had my arm around her. Dawn and Aimee
were not saying much and just taking in the view. As it
got dark and the usual bug invasion began we moved
below into the cabin.

After we went below I went to the head. As I stood
there taking a piss I thought about what was going to
happen and the thought of the need for lasting a long
time with plenty of stamina came to mind. I opened a
small cabinet and found the Viagra bottle that I kept
on the boat. Not that I always needed it but tonight I
knew it would help. I took one and went back to where
the girls were sitting.

They were laughing about the so called Sex Poker game
we had played last night and all the cheating that had
taken place. I sat down next to Linda and made a few
comments about if we played it again there would have
to be new rules. Aimee looked at Linda. “Did you ask
him about what we talked about the afternoon?”

“Sure did,” Linda replied. Aimee looked at me.

“Well did you say yes?” I said that I did but that
Linda had the final say and if she wanted to change her
mind it was all up to her.

Linda looked at both Dawn and Aimee. “Look here
roomies. We’ve agreed that I am moving in with him and
that after tonight he is not getting any “Strange
Pussy” any where. You are both my friends and I know
you both need cock. But get this straight. After
tonight that wonderful cock is all mine and he is not
sharing it with anyone ever again. So if you understand
that part he will fuck you both.”

Dawn said she understood and Aimee in her usual joking
way said. “So you get all the good stuff and we still
have to put up with leftovers at school.”

“That sucks, but I agree,” said Aimee.

I asked if anyone needed more drinks and they all said
why not. Let’s get buzzed and enjoy the rest of the
night. So here I am with three cock loving college
girls and I almost felt like I was on display. I also
wondered if I could last thru all this as I knew that
Linda wanted a repeat of last night after I was done
with the other two.

Linda set down the rules. Dawn and Aimee would get
fucked until they each had an orgasm. That was it. One
orgasm per person. They could choose what position they
wanted to be in. Both Dawn and Aimee said they wanted
it from behind. All three top covers came off and there
were three sexy blond babes that wanted cock. Linda
asked where they wanted to do the “deed” as she called
it. “The back berth with the big bed,” from Dawn.
“Sounds good,” from Aimee.

We all went aft with Dawn and Aimee in the lead and
Linda in front of me. I put my arms around her from the
back and stopped her for just a moment. “Are you sure
about this?” I whispered.

She reached behind and touched my cock. “Oh yes and it
is going to be fun to watch. I want to watch that cock
in action.”

“I’m first!” said Aimee as she bent over the bed. Dawn
and Linda plopped down on the front part of the bed and
prepared to watch.

“No eating pussy just bang them,” from Linda.

“Who cares I’m wet and ready to go,” answered Aimee.
She was bent over the edge of the bed with her knees on
the floor. I got down behind her and was happy that the
height was perfect for a straight shot to her pussy.
The Viagra was taking its full effect and I was rock
hard. I moved my cock closer to that lovely pussy and
inserted a finger. Aimee was wet that was for sure. Her
pussy juice was almost dripping.

I moved my finger in slowly and she was incredibly
tight. A 20 year old pussy that had not been stretched
and had not been fucked in months. “Help me get it in,”
I said.

Her hand moved back and pointed my cock tip into her
pussy lips. I went slow as the tightness eased a
little. I was all the way into her pussy and it felt
great. I didn’t move for about half a minute just
savoring the feel. I started a slow in and out
movement. Aimee uttered a shallow Oh.

I steadily increased the speed of the thrusts. Her
pussy juices made her so wet and I could not believe
how good it felt. I was keeping a steady pace when
Aimee said, “Harder! Get it in all the way. Bang me
hard!”

That sound of man flesh banging female flesh was
outstanding. The slap, slap, slap sound against her ass
was getting louder. I noticed Dawn had her hand over
her pubic mound and was rubbing it hard. Linda had a
slight smile and was looking right at me. “Don’t enjoy
this to much big boy! You have me to take care of after
these two.”

I continued the steady strokes on Aimee and also
enjoyed the view of the two naked girls right next to
us. Linda was watching intensely as I banged Aimee.
“Now! Now!” came from Aimee and I stopped my thrusts
and strained hard to give her the full length of my
cock inside her pussy. I could feel her body quiver and
her breathing was intense.

After a short time there was felling of wetness on my
cock as she released her pussy juice. I stayed deep
inside her until she gave a “WOW I needed that.” I
slowly brought my cock out of her sopping pussy as the
juices dropped on the sheets. “Looks like we have a
squinter” as Linda picked up a towel and handed it to
Aimee. “Clean yourself up girl. Get his cock dried for
Dawn.”

Aimee moved to the side and Dawn was lying on her back
with her pussy right at the edge of the bed. “I changed
my mind. I want him to fuck me just like I am,” she
said.

I moved over in front of Dawn and noticed that Aimee
was drying off her pussy. From our position Linda was
right next to Dawn and she was looking directly at my
cock. “Let me put it in her pussy for you,” she said.
Linda got up and stood next to me with her hand on my
cock. “When ever you’re ready I’ll put it in for you.”

With Linda next to me she took her left hand a pointed
it towards Dawn’ pussy. I moved forward and had the tip
just inside and moved the rest of my cock in as Linda
let go. Dawn gasped, “OOHHH! that feels so good.”

I started a slow in and out movement. Linda moved
behind me and had her pussy against my ass and as I
moved she moved with me. Linda whispered, “Give her a
good fuck, she needs it.”

I enjoyed the extra feel of Linda behind me and with
her hands down close to my cock and Dawn’ pussy. It was
a feeling that is hard to describe. I leaned forward a
little to massage Dawn’ small tits. I have no idea how
long I fucked her but her face showed that she was
close to cumming and her voice said it also. She
orgasmed with a loud “UHHHH!” and I stopped and pushed
in hard. She had a long hard cum and it was all I could
do not to shoot my load.

I pulled out of Dawn’ pussy and Linda moved back to my
side. My cock shined with pussy juice. “Ok Dawn clean
your juice of his cock because he is going into me
next,” from Linda.

Dawn took my cock in her mouth and did a good job of
cleaning it up. Linda pulled me closer and said, “It’s
my turn now and you better not cum too soon.” “Ok kids,
clear out!” from Linda.

“No way,” said both of the other girls. “You got to
watch us and we want to watch you get it.”

“Aw, what the hell,” she said, then she got down on the
floor over the side of the bed and I entered her doggy
from behind.

Dawn and Aimee were both on either side, and taking it
in. I had plenty of stamina left and I wanted to give
Linda a real good fuck. I went at it with a fast pace.
Love that Viagra, it was doing its job.

The sound was fantastic as our bodies slapped together.
I went at it with a passion. I looked at both of the
other girls and they were fingering their pussies.
Linda started a OOHHH and then grabbed the sheets with
her hands. She was meeting everyone of my thrusts with
a backward movement.

“Now damit! Now!” Linda started to shake. I kept going
as I did a cum into that tight pussy. The added sight
of her blonde pony tail flying back and forth really
did it. After the second spurt I stopped and just let
myself fill her. “Oh God I feel it!” screamed Linda. I
held on to her hips and let myself drain into her. The
sweat glistened on her back. Her pussy was wet and felt
so good. I didn’t want this to ever end.

I pulled my cock out as Linda collapsed on the bed.
Dawn was still moving her fingers in and out of her
pussy and she came again. Aimee was in a state of bliss
from the look on her face. The smell of sex in the air
was a wonderful thing. I sat down on the side of the
bed between Dawn and Linda. I took it all in.

Three post orgasmic women lay next to me.

After a few minutes Linda got up and took a towel and
wiped her pussy. Not much was said. Dawn uttered a “Wow
what a sight.” Aimee got up without saying anything and
walked to the forward berth. Dawn was a few seconds
behind her. I looked at Linda as she stood there
cleaning my sperm and her juices from her pussy lips. I
lay down on the bed. She tossed the towel on the floor
and fell face down next to me on the bed. “I have never
been fucked like that before” was all she said. I fell
asleep next to her.

Sometime in the morning I had to answer natures call.
Went to the head. Decided I should pop open the hatch
and see that the anchor light was still on and checked
our anchored position reference to some lights. The
night was still warm and I marveled at how quiet it
was. As I came back into the cabin I noticed with the
dim interior lights that the forward V berth door was
open.

I took a few steps toward it and in the dim light could
see Aimee and Dawn still naked and sound asleep. A
sight that few men ever see and all dream about. Two
naked blonde college girls. Sexy as hell and sound
asleep. I closed the door and walked to the aft berth
where Linda was. In the dim light it was what dreams
were really about. She was sleeping on her stomach.
Those sexy perfect legs. That ass that any man would
lust after and a slight glimpse of a pussy that was
made in heaven.

***

The next morning it was quiet when I woke up. Linda was
sound asleep. I moved a little and raised up on one arm
to look at her. She was now sleeping on her side. I
couldn’t help but take my cock and move it between her
legs. She moved a little as I did it. I lay back down
and just enjoyed the feel and thinking of what was
ahead for us.

I heard some sounds from the cabin area and decided
that I had a need for coffee. I grabbed a pair of
cutoffs and opened the door. There was Dawn already
making coffee and she was nude. She turned and smiled.
I asked if she needed any help. “Nope found everything
and making coffee. Should be done in a second.”

As I opened the hatch to check weather I noticed it was
another calm day so it looked like there would be no
sailing. Not a problem as it was a little over an hour
to motor back to the dock. I really did not want this
to come to an end. But I knew that the girls had
classes and I also had some commitments business wise.

Linda walked in and asked about the coffee. It was done
and I poured her a cup. Aimee asked for room service.
“Here is the room, get your own service,” laughed Dawn.
We sat around and did small talk for about an hour. We
all took showers. Linda insisted her and I take one
together. After the shower it was time to pull anchor
and head back. I cruised at half throttle making only
about 3 knots as the view of the three babes, and one
of then very special, was splendid and I did not want
it to end.

We docked and tied up the boat. A few looks from some
of my Old Fart neighbors of three blondes in string
bikinis helping unload. I figured I would be a topic of
discussion by some of the old bitches that were always
sticking their nose into everything.

The van was loaded and Linda walked over to me. Looked
right at me and said. “Got some time this week to help
a girl move to her new place?” I just smiled and said
no problem and we would have it done by Wednesday. She
kissed me. Gave a short rub of my cock inside my
cutoffs. Smiled and said, “The sooner the better. I
want to get my hands on that more often.”

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HIGH SCHOOL: A LOVE STORY

By Mike.D

It seems like when it comes to one’s high school experience, the less-fortunate majority of us have a list of regrets. There are things we wish had gone differently, things that should or shouldn’t have happened, and things that we don’t even want to think about. I had my share of disappointments, mainly regarding the opposite sex. I didn’t understand girls and they certainly didn’t understand me. True, I was socially awkward, but I was a nice, caring person. Why was I so different from the inconsiderate jerks the girls swooned over? I made it my mission to try to understand girls, knowing full well that most men go through their entire lives without a clue. Nevertheless, I had to try.

It was my junior year and homecoming was just around the corner. Up until then, I hadn’t attended school dances. I practiced my speech and built up courage weeks in advance of the day I would ask a girl to homecoming. My heart was beating out of my chest and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. With a trembling voice, I asked the question I had rehearsed in the mirror over and over the night before. There was a brief pause … I held my breath.

“I wasn’t really planning on going to homecoming. Sorry.”

For the first time I had reached inside myself for the courage to ask someone; I wouldn’t give up now. Instead of falling into despair, I decided to ask someone else – someone I hoped might give me a chance. After a day or two, I gathered my nerves and repeated the process with an air of optimism. But I was promptly rejected … twice more.

What was I doing wrong? Was the problem with me or them? I went to the dance anyway with a group of friends. Two of the girls I had asked were there without a date. I avoided them. I had struck out this time, but I wasn’t calling it quits. I decided I needed to focus on being more social and learning to talk to girls.

Later that year I was preparing to ask another girl to prom. I had a crush on her and had become comfortable talking with her – a milestone I was proud of. In a similar ritual to homecoming, I spent days building up confidence and practicing in front of my mirror. Head held high with attempted courage, I approached her locker nervously.

“So, uh … I was sort of wondering, would you like to go to prom with me?”

An eternity passed before her response. My heart stopped. I think I forgot to breathe.

“Um, okay. Sure.”

At last I had succeeded! She said yes! Wait. She didn’t say yes per se. What did she mean by “Okay, sure”? Did she really want to go with me? Did it matter? She said yes, after all. I spent the next few days in the clouds; for the first time a girl was giving me a chance. But the way she accepted made me a bit uneasy, as if I had to walk through a completely dark room. Perhaps nothing was lurking in the shadows and the fear was all in my head. But on the other hand, maybe a pitiless monster waited there to strike me down when I was most vulnerable.

Unfortunately, it turned out to be the latter. I arrived home one night to a message telling me she had called. I dialed her number, hoping for the best but fearing the worst. I braced myself. In the nicest way possible, she told me she couldn’t go to prom with me and apologized for disappointing me.

I’m not ashamed to admit I shed a few tears. I didn’t bounce back quite as I had after homecoming. How could she raise my hopes and then drop me like a stone? I hadn’t actually changed at all; I was still scared to talk to girls and understood nothing about how they thought. Was it too much to ask for someone to give me chance?

Fast forward to the summer before I started college. I had just gotten ice cream and was outside the movie theater in the cold, dark night. Next to me stood a girl whose cute smile made me forget the chilly evening. Her name was Cait, and we were nearing the end of our first date. After a concert, we decided to take a walk to pass the time until her curfew. We held hands – something I hadn’t done since fine arts camp. A tingling feeling ran from my fingers all the way up to the back of my head. The experience felt very surreal; it almost didn’t register that I had a girlfriend who liked me. We had talked all during the concert, just like we had during the youth group trip when we had gotten to know each other. My mind was calm. For the first time in my life, I felt like someone actually wanted to spend time with me.

Did I ever figure out how girls think? No. I learned something much better instead. Through all of these trials of high school love, I’d come to believe that men and women are more alike than either is willing to admit. I’ve decided that although I’ve faced rejection, I won’t let it bother me. (I was turned down by four girls for senior prom, but that’s another story.)

I am much more confident now, and I’ve learned to appreciate the strengths that others see in me: kindness, honesty, and my skill as a good listener. I learned not to give up or give in to despair, and to always be myself. I could stand to gain some more confidence, but I’m working on it. All things considered, there isn’t much about my life I would change, even those parts about high school that I try not to remember. I wouldn’t be who I am today without those experiences.

It is the summer before my freshman year of college and Cait and I have been going out for two weeks. I’m driving her home after a day of fun. Using her cute voice, typically reserved for “Good night” or “I miss you,” Cait says, “Mike, I thought you were going to try to be less shy today.”

“What more could I have done?” I ask.

“Well …” she says, her cheeks slowly turning red, “you could have kissed me.”

We pull into the driveway and I walk her to the porch, my breath slow but silent. I try to hide my pounding heart and nervous sweating. Cait is still blushing, afraid she ruined the moment by speaking too soon. I fold my arms around her in a good-bye hug that seems endless.

“Cait.”

She locks eyes with me and smiles. Her lids slowly fall like a curtain after the final encore. My pulse quickens as I tilt my head to the side. There, under the pale yellow lamplight, our lips touch and I experience my first kiss.

Perfect Romance: LUST WITH THE PERFECT STRANGER 

Have you ever wanted to break free from being “a good girl” and have an uninhibited fling with a sexy stranger? Just find a handsome hunk and let your desires go wild? It had always been a secret fantasy of mine that I never could admit to anyone. . .until the day I decided to make it come true.

It was hot and humid that summer evening when I pulled my car into the Sweets & Treats parking lot. I dashed up the steps. If I hurried, I would have just enough time to pick up something for dessert and get to Luanne’s barbecue party without being late.

A wave of cool air engulfed me as I yanked open the glass door. I paused for a second and inhaled. Strawberry, lemon, watermelon. . .the zesty aromas flooded over me as I gazed around the quaint baked goods shop. It was almost like stepping back in time.

The open oak beams told me that the bakery was at least a hundred years old, probably older. I’ve always loved antique buildings, and this place caught my eye. The high ceiling twinkled with multi-colored lights. Red, white, and blue balloons, flag paper cut-outs, and streamers decorated the display tables and high archways. My three-inch black heels echoed on the wide hardwood floors as I made my way to the rounded glass and oak counter.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and peered into the case filled with cupcakes, sugar cookies, pies, and muffins. Everything looked delicious. As I glanced around the country-style store, I realized that I was the only customer. Where was everyone?After checking my watch, I noticed the stenciled sign in the window. “Summer Hours: 9-6pm.” The store closed at six o’clock, and it was already six-fifteen.

Can I help you?” a male voice asked.

I turned around. The man leaning against the kitchen doorway took my breath away. He wore black jeans and a green and white striped polo shirt. His sky-blue eyes locked onto mine, and he looked me over as he ran a hand through his wavy honey-colored hair.

“Can I get you something, Miss?”

I flashed him my best smile. “I’m Diane. I’m sorry to barge in like this, but the front door was open, and I didn’t realize you were closed. If it’s a bother, I can go.”

“No. Not at all, Diane. My name’s Josh.” He grinned, showing off a set of dimples. “I’ve got some time. What would you like?” he asked with a wink.

I licked my lips and relaxed. The pleasing fragrances in the shop drained my need to hurry. I could be late, Luanne would understand. Besides, Josh was handsome and acting flirty, how could I leave now?

“I was driving past and I thought I’d stop in for a dessert. I never noticed this store before, but it’s interesting,” I replied.

“I opened up two months ago. This used to be an old ice cream parlor. I was a pastry chef in a restaurant, but I always wanted to own my own business. I can show you around, if you’re not in a rush,” he offered.

“That’d be great. I’ve got some time to kill.” All the time in the world, I wanted to add. Luanne’s party could wait. Every time Josh spoke, a tingling sensation ran up my spine. There was no doubt about it—Josh was hot, even hotter than last week’s weather when the temperature soared to ninety-five degrees.

I decided to give in to my body’s signals and see where this was leading. What harm could there be in flirting back, or even teasing a little? Josh was attractive, and I certainly wouldn’t mind snuggling up next to him after a day at the beach.

I followed Josh through the shop decorated with sunflowers and ice cream cone-shaped lights. “I bought the place at foreclosure. It came within a week of being torn down. I couldn’t let that happen. I’m too sentimental, and they don’t make buildings like this anymore,” he said as he steered me toward a black walnut cabinet.

It was obvious that Josh had put a lot of work into the place. A gift section was devoted to decorative candles, lime and lilac scented potpourri, exotic iced teas, and flavored coffees. He seemed proud of the store, and rightfully so. The place looked gorgeous.

“The store is beautiful. I love old buildings, and antiques are one of my hobbies,” I said as I examined a display of daisy-themed party items. As I bent over, my black dress rode higher up the back of my thighs. It was short and sexy, and showed off every curve. Wearing it made me feel like a sexy seductress, and tonight that’s just what I wanted to be.

I turned and caught Josh staring at my legs. Obviously the dress had done its job and captured his attention.

He looked at me and our gazes locked. Despite the cool air conditioning, the temperature in the room had just shot up ten degrees. A warm rush flooded over me, and I felt my heart race in my chest.

Josh bowed his head and looked away, but not before I saw the hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“So, you’ve seen the place. Tell me, Diane, what would you like?”

“Everything looks so tasty, I can’t decide.”

That was a lie. At that moment, I knew exactly what I wanted—him. I swept my auburn bangs away from my eyes. “I’m not keeping you from something, am I?”

“Absolutely not. Stay as long as you like. I don’t mind.”

His deep voice sent a scorching burst of heat through my body.

Normally, I wasn’t the type to size up a complete stranger, but my instincts told me that Josh was different. My body didn’t lie, and right now it was begging for his affection. But what should I do about it? My courage faltered for a second. Did I dare risk rejection and make the first move?

Josh stepped closer and I caught a whiff of his cologne. The masculine mix of citrus and musk made my heart pound faster, and my lower body flashed into a state of arousal. He was close enough to kiss me, yet I could sense he was holding back. . .

“Don’t be shy, Diane. If you see something you like, just let me know.” Josh’s wide hand covered mine, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “Now, what did you say you came in for?”

“Dessert.” I found myself drawn into Josh’s blue eyes. He would definitely make a delicious dessert—and there’d be no need to add any whipped cream. I stared at his well-defined jaw accented with a hint of scruff and imagined the rough feel of it brushing against the side of my neck, nuzzling my bare stomach, then traveling lower. . .

I quickly broke from the fantasy and cleared my throat. “I’m on my way to a party, and I’d like to bring something extraordinary.”

“A party, huh?” Josh smirked. “Well then, come in the back. I think I have just what you’re looking for.”

I eagerly followed him into the kitchen through a set of swinging double doors. A row of pies sat cooling on wire racks.

“This is a new recipe, and I’d like an honest opinion,” Josh said, as he cut into the nearest pie. He put a slice on a plate and broke off a piece with a fork. “You can be the first to taste it.”

I couldn’t help but smile as Josh fed me the pie. I closed my eyes, anticipating the familiar taste of apple or cherry. Instead, a zingy raspberry puree teased my tongue. My taste buds came alive, and I felt my pulse surge. “That’s fantastic,” I said, opening my eyes.

Just for Josh’s benefit, I relished the lingering flavor and took my time, licking every drop of raspberry off my lips.

Josh swallowed hard. “Good! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Would you like some more?” he asked as he leaned closer to me. I felt an electric heat searing between us.Did Josh have any idea what he was doing to me?

“I’d love it,” I replied.

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I closed my eyes and waited. My body tingled with excitement as Josh’s lips tenderly covered mine. His strong arms encircled my waist and he pulled me to his chest. I didn’t waste time. I responded as my body commanded. I ran my hands along Josh’s muscular back and down to his tight pants. He moaned as I squeezed his buttocks, and then pulled his hips toward mine. A welcome hardness jutted against my belly.

What seemed like hours later, Josh broke the sizzling embrace. He gazed into my eyes and trailed his thumb across my lips. “I hope I wasn’t being too forward, but I couldn’t help myself. Trust me, I don’t behave like this with all my customers.” He flashed me a boyish grin. “I know it sounds strange, but something just clicked the second I saw you. It’s like we’ve known each other before.”

I stroked the front of his chest and curled my arms around his neck. “That’s good to hear. I’ve never done anything like this either. But I’m looking forward to doing it again. ”

I angled Josh’s head down to mine and kissed him again. It was bold and uncharacteristic of me, but I couldn’t help myself. Josh tasted so good that I just had to have a second helping. My heart thundered as he slid his hands under my dress.Finally. He was taking charge and acting on my wild fantasy.

“No panties. Good, I like that,” he muttered.

As Josh’s tongue teased mine, I raised my left leg and bent it around his hip. I bit back a cry as his fingertips brushed against me, teasing my already sensitive body. “Oh, yes. Don’t stop,” I whispered.

He stroked and teased me for what seemed like blissful eternity. When he nuzzled the side of my throat, the last of my self-control melted away. I ran my hands down his chest and stomach, then went lower, until I found what I was looking for. “My, what a big pastry you have,” I said, rubbing the front of his pants.

Josh released me. “Why don’t you have a taste? I think you’ll like it.”

My mouth watered at the thought of devouring him. It was something I didn’t ordinarily do, but just for tonight, why not? This wanton encounter was something out of a naughty movie. Who knew when I’d ever be so bold again?

I unbuttoned Josh’s pants and gave him a light squeeze. He gasped as I bent my head down. Within seconds, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of Josh’s groans and sighs of pleasure as I sampled his tasty treat.

A few minutes later, he begged me to stop. “Please, I can’t take anymore. . .”

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I straightened up.Josh coiled his arms around me and rocked his hips against mine. “All this teasing. I need to have you, now,” he said, his deep voice sounding raspy.

I nodded. It was about time. I knew I could seduce Josh and that we’d both end up with a sweet release.

Josh led me out of the kitchen and into a small office. He closed the door and kissed me down to my soul. I leaned back on the desk and unzipped his jeans, eager to satisfy my craving.

“Hurry,” I whispered, as he shoved my dress over my hips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he filled me. I went wild, moaning and grunting encouragement. Right now it didn’t matter that we were in a public place and might get caught, I wanted him more than anything.

A few moments later, Josh shuddered and cried out. “Oh, God, Alice!”

He clutched me tight as I squealed and whimpered, writhing against him. Fireworks danced in front of my eyes as we climaxed in unison.

We held each other for several minutes before we separated. Josh let out a sigh of contentment as he readjusted his pants. “You should come here more often. I like being seduced by sexy customers who walk in off the street.” He winked. “As long as they look like you.”

I smoothed my rumpled dress and giggled. “Maybe we should make this our Friday night ritual. It was pretty hot.”

Josh kissed me on the cheek. “Anytime you want to pick me up after work and rock my world, it’s fine with me. So, what brought all this on?”

I smirked and tossed my hair over my shoulder. “I was reading one of those women’s magazines you always make fun of, and I came across an article about secret fantasies.” I felt my cheeks flush as I confessed. “They had a few suggestions for spicy encounters, so I decided, why not?” I shrugged. “I’m glad it worked.”

“Oh, it worked, all right. The second I saw you in that short and slinky dress, I knew I was in for it. I knew I had no choice but to play along and be seduced,” he joked. “I hope I didn’t wreck your outfit. You weren’t planning on wearing that to Luanne’s party, were you?”

“Are you kidding?” I laughed. “This dress is for seduction purposes only. My ‘sweet, good-girl’ sundress and sandals are in the car.” I gave him a flirty look. “And if you liked this, wait till you see what I’ve got planned for next Friday.”

“I can’t wait,” he said, running his hands up my thighs. “Why don’t we stay a little longer and have second helpings?”

I playfully batted his hands away. “Don’t worry, I’ve got something else in mind for when we get home later tonight. Let’s get the desserts and get going. If we show up too late, your sister will be annoyed.”

“Don’t worry.” Josh chuckled as we left his office. “If she complains, tell her you were sampling your husband’s dessert and let her wonder.”

That summer night was one of the hottest we’d had together in a long time. After ten years of marriage, Josh and I opened up a new chapter in our love life. Instead of the same old lovemaking, we’ve started exploring our hidden desires and secret fantasies, and things are certainly spiced up in the bedroom!

TRUE LOVE: A SEVEN-YEAR LOVE | GBAMLOG 

By Susanne Carlile

I could not decide what to wear to work. As an image-conscious seventeen-year-old, I felt like I needed to look a certain way at all times, but today I wasn’t sure what way. I eventually decided that I needed to look the most like myself, so I settled on “alternative”—this was in the mid-1990s when grunge rock was all the rage. So I wore a flannel shirt, some chunky loafers, and my hip black glasses. In reality, the outfit was probably a nightmare, a huge Fashion Don’t. I know it was.

The reason for my preoccupation that day was that I was training the boy who was replacing me in my summer job at the video store. The next week, I was returning to boarding school for my senior year, so this was the first day of my last week at work. My boss had told me the day before that the son of her neighbor, named Jeremy, would be taking my place.

I had never met Jeremy, but I knew of him. He went to church with my friend Amanda, who was always swooning about any one of the members of his group of friends. He played for his high school basketball team, and I knew he was starting college in the fall, so right there I was magnificently intimidated: a jock and a college boy.

A little bit about me at age seventeen: totally inhibited and shy. I mean, painfully, paralyzingly, poignantly shy, to the point that I didn’t even want to speak in front of strangers. Ever.

So training a popular, potentially cute college boy was almost too much.

I have only a couple of vague memories of how the day went. My clearest memory is of Jeremy walking into the store. The entire storefront was glass, and the mid-morning sun was bright and blinding. He walks in the door, this tall, broad-shouldered boy, and all I remember is his shadowy figure sauntering confidently toward me.

God, I was so nervous. I felt like the biggest moron all day long. I hardly remember anything, except teaching him the procedure for trading out the empty movie box for the video. In fact, I remember very little about that entire week of working with him, except for one thing. After a couple of shifts together, Jeremy started flirting with me.

Every day, he would say either “So when are we going out?” or “So when are you going to give me your number?” I would just laugh, even though I had a total crush on him. He had such a fun way about him, and he made me laugh a lot. Plus, he was massively tall and had that basketball player build. I was a goner.

I remember telling my friend Stephanie about him and the flirting. I had this plan—I always made up plans involving boys—that one night when he was scheduled to close the store, I would leave my phone number and a cute little note taped to the breaker box in the back of the store, so that he’d find it when he turned out the lights before locking up.

Remember how I mentioned I was shy? Well, I was so shy that I not only couldn’t bring myself to leave my number, but I couldn’t even fathom why he was flirting with me in the first place. I honestly thought he was just kidding, trying to embarrass me. I was terrified that if I left my number, he wouldn’t call. Or he would think I was super pathetic for taking his “jokes” seriously. I told myself it wouldn’t do any good, leaving my number, because in a matter of weeks I’d be away at school anyway.

Thinking back on it, I still become giddy. I can’t believe I doubted his sincerity, and part of me wishes I had responded to his “hints.” Can you imagine being eighteen and having a girl laugh in your face? Over and over again? And continuing to come back for more? What was I thinking?

Anyway, I never left my number for him, and we never went out. I went away to school, and my friend Stephanie promptly began dating Jeremy. I didn’t let it bother me, since I lived out of town most of the time. When I’d come home on weekends, Stephanie, Jeremy, and I would get together sometimes for dinner or a movie. I vividly remember one night when we all went back to my house to watch The Usual Suspects. Jeremy and Stephanie were all laid out on my sofa, cuddling and whispering and making out during the movie. I fell asleep. I have still never seen that whole movie (to this day, he denies dating Stephanie. I have no idea why.).

After a few weeks, Stephanie told me that Jeremy wasn’t calling her anymore, and eventually she found out that he had gotten back together with an old girlfriend. I was secretly very pleased about this.

And that was the last I heard about him for that whole year and half of the next. I graduated from high school, got a serious boyfriend, and went away to college. After my first semester, I decided to transfer back to my hometown university. I told people it was because I hated the school, but really it was because I wanted to be closer to the boyfriend.

That relationship was less than perfect—far less. I don’t know why I stayed in it as long as I did. I walked around in a fog for almost two years. But because of that relationship, I found myself back home, and one day walking to class I saw Jeremy.

He was with a girl—cute enough, kind of uptight-looking, with curly dark hair. I was walking toward them, but getting closer I got a vibe from him that I was not welcome to say hello. So I didn’t. I just smiled a little smile and kept walking.

Months later, I saw him again—this time, my boyfriend and I had gone to a Renaissance Festival a few hours out of town. Jeremy was there with the same girl. We were all purchasing our tickets at the same time. Again, we didn’t speak.

Months later, maybe even a year or more, we had a class together. Creative writing. As I remember, he was already seated when I got to class. I sat down next to him, and it was like the previous two years or so of hardly seeing or speaking to each other had been only two weeks. We picked up right where we left off… minus the flirting.

As I mentioned, we were in a creative writing class, and everyone in the class had a pet subject they always seemed to write about. Mine was my deteriorating relationship with my mother. One girl wrote about her son a lot. One guy wrote about sports. Jeremy wrote about his recent breakup with Curly Girl.

The breakup seemed pretty fresh in his mind. He wrote about it, and in the brief chats we’d have before and after class, he talked about it sometimes, too. They had been engaged and were planning a wedding. He even told me about the nacho bar he insisted on having at the reception, which I found pretty cute. Jeremy loves nachos.

Curly had a young daughter whom Jeremy adored—he still carried her picture in his wallet. He was pretty affected by the whole thing, so needless to say, he wasn’t flirting with me anymore.

So we became really good friends. We eventually began working together again at our college publications, where the employees were very tightly knit and sociable. We both hung out at one particular coffee shop in town. We found ourselves in the same circles all the time. But the flirting was long gone.

This friendship lasted throughout the remainder of our college and grad school years. We were incredibly in sync. One strong bond we shared was a deep love for the band Alkaline Trio—Jeremy and I traveled all over to see them play. We always found ourselves in the same places at the same time, especially that coffee shop. We would spend hours sitting there, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes (these were the days before we cared about our health and before the No Smoking ordinances!), talking about Big Issues or playing movie trivia games or having inane conversations.

There was a brief time in there when the flirtation, or something like it, resumed. I had just finished my undergraduate studies and moved into my first apartment on my own. Jeremy would come over almost every day. He was in summer school, and he would bring his homework and just hang out. I’d make dinner. We’d watch reruns of Mad About You. It was like we were married, without all the private details.

One night I got up the courage to ask him out. He turned me down. I was mortified.

Except for an awkward hiding-under-a-rock phase after this incident, we remained friends. But I was still interested in him “that way.” Every time he got a new girlfriend, I would watch him with her, analyzing and critiquing her down to the last detail, trying to find all the points where she was wrong for Jeremy. I could always find lots of points.

I also kept my eye on his female friends, and I could smell it from afar when one of them got interested in him. I vented to my friends that he was a blind jackass if he didn’t see how right we were for each other.
So many clues told me we were right for each other, not the least of which was the fact that we were an unstoppable force when playing the game Taboo. You have these cards that list your key word at the top and five or so banned words below it. You have to describe the keyword and get your partner to say it, but you’re not allowed to use the banned words in your description. We were renegades in that game—no one has ever beaten us. We’re so good at it that we don’t play it anymore, because it’s kind of unfair to the other teams.

Our advantage in Taboo is the fact that we are completely in sync. It’s kind of uncanny. Seriously, it’s like we can read each other’s minds. It has always been that way.

So we stayed good friends, he dated what felt like 1,000 girls, and I waited. I didn’t realize I was waiting. But I was waiting.

One particular relationship of his got fairly serious, and it was with a girl who was all wrong for him. She was too young, too dumb. She wore novelty tees. She couldn’t even get into bars legally, and yet here Jeremy was living with her. I was beginning to lose hope. And then she moved away.

I just knew it was my turn. Finally. It had to be, right?

No.

He started dating someone else almost immediately, someone I approved of even less than the previous girl, which I didn’t even think possible. And at that point, I decided I was not holding out for Jeremy anymore.

So I stopped. For the first time in years, I was truly not interested in Jeremy romantically at all. I quit smoking. I began working out. I meditated. It was all about me.

A few weeks later I had to have emergency surgery. A couple of days after my surgery, a flower delivery came. Roses. I remember thinking as I opened the card, I hope these are from Jeremy. But they were from my dad.

That same day, Jeremy called. He said he had heard about my surgery and just wanted to make sure I was ok. Between my tender reaction to that phone call and my dashed hopes about the flowers, those were my last two Jeremy pangs.

Months went by. He kept dating that girl. I went about my business. Then one day in early spring, Jeremy and my best friend Summer were over at my apartment, and I had an anxiety attack.

Feeling sick, I went into the bathroom, and I fainted. They heard me fall, but somehow I had locked the door, so they couldn’t get in. Jeremy had to break down the bathroom door. He helped me up. I was wobbly. He put his arm around me to help me walk.

I leaned into him, placed my hand on his chest, and said, “I’m afraid.” I remember feeling like I was melting into him, and for that brief second all my anxiety was gone and I felt so comfortable. That moment felt so incredibly intimate that I was shocked. I jerked my hand away quickly, embarrassed. We went to the hospital and everything was fine. My mother picked me up, and Jeremy and Summer went on their way.

Summer later told me that as Jeremy was driving her back to her own car, he was going on and on about how he thought they had done the right thing, how he was so glad they had been with me when it happened, how he hoped he hadn’t broken my bathroom door when he punched it in. She remarked that his concern was deep and palpable.

Five days after was my twenty-fourth birthday. It was a Friday, and I went over to Summer’s for a little birthday gathering before we all went out. Several friends, including Jeremy, were there, and they gave me their thrift-store birthday gifts. Summer gave me this incredible wood fish (I’m a Pisces) painted with an intricate, mystical-looking design. My sister gave me a little teal blue teacup and saucer with a fish design. Those were the inaugural pieces in my fish collection.

Jeremy had also gotten me a gift, and that was a first in our seven years of friendship. He gave me an engraved and painted clay plate that had a decidedly Grecian feel. There was a delicate border around the edge, encircling the image of a woman in silhouette, seated, playing a harp. Her head is bent slightly forward; her eyes are closed; her fingers are poised on the strings. I caught my breath when I pulled it out of the bag. The plate is beautiful. The woman is serene and connected.

I got the most unusual feeling from this gift. Had Summer or my sister given me the plate, I would have thought it was beautiful and I would have loved it, but it would not have had the same feeling that it had coming from Jeremy. I can’t explain it.

Around the same time, one day, I ran into Jeremy at the coffee shop. I plunked down next to him at the bar, and he pulled a CD from his bag with the words “Songs You Don’t Know” scribbled on the label in his handwriting. He said he remembered this one song I mentioned that I liked (a year and a half beforehand), so he burned it for me, along with some others that he thought I would like.

When he handed it to me, I had this flashback to a conversation we’d had with another friend a long time ago about what it means when you give a girl a “mix tape.” Jeremy and Heath, the other friend, maintained that making a mix tape for someone was a pretty big gesture of interest.

But I blew off the thought and just said, “How sweet! Thank you!”

When I slid the CD into my car’s player, the first song I heard was the one I already knew. I skipped it, and the second song was a new one. As soon as it began my heart started racing.

It was the song “66” by the Afghan Whigs, and from the first sassy, upbeat strum of the guitar I loved it. I can’t explain it—there are very few songs that have evoked such a visceral reaction out of me so immediately. But that song struck all my chords.

Then the singer’s breathy voice—“Yeah.” He sounded incredibly sexy, and all of a sudden the song began to take on meaning.

The lyrics of the first verse go like this:

You walked in
just like smoke
with a little come-on
come-on
come-on
in your walk
Come on
I’ve been waiting
Are you waiting
for my move?
Well, I’m making it.

My heart was ready to fly up my throat and out of my mouth. Within the space of like two seconds, all of these thoughts were flying in my head: Oh my God, surely he knows the lyrics to this song. Why would he put this song on my CD? I would never put a sexy song like this on a CD for a boy—he might think I wanted him. Did Jeremy think I would think that? Does he want me to think that? He has a girlfriend! Surely he isn’t trying to tell me something. What if he is trying to tell me something?

The rest of the song goes like this:

Talk to me
Baby, can you shake it?
If I can move it with you
will you let me take it?
I’ll be down on my knees
screaming Take me
Take me
Take me
Take me
I’m yours
I’ve never felt so
out of control
You don’t even know
what you’re doing to me
Come on and do it to me
Don’t you stop
Come on, come on
Come on little rabbit
Show me where you got it
Cause I know you gotta have it

I’m telling you, even right now as I’m listening to the song and writing this story, I’m going wild. It is such a flirty, sexy song—and on Jeremy’s part, it was a blatant statement, putting it on a “mix tape” for me.

But, being ever so cautious, I tried to disregard the whole thing. I mean, he was still dating that girl. I will admit this, though—the “mean girl” side of me found it delicious that he gave me that song while still seeing her.

The CD was full of songs with double entendres. Another song had this funny lyric:

You are my personal miracle
I fell for all your charms
I worship you like an eastern goddess
The one with all the arms

Again, I’m thinking, Seriously, did he really just give me a CD with these songs on it? Surely he listened to them before he burned them! I couldn’t fathom why he would put such tender and suggestive songs on a CD for me, of all people.

Soon after, Spring Break began. I moved into a new house with my sister, and then left town with her and my mother to attend my brother’s boot camp graduation. We were gone for almost a week. When I got home, I decided to go to the coffee shop to unwind a bit before unpacking. Jeremy was there.

He began giving me a hard time about not having asked him to help me move. I said that I’d had enough help, and people hate helping people move, so we hadn’t asked more people to help than we actually needed. Jeremy seemed genuinely insulted that I hadn’t asked him for help.

Let me just say, I had moved about six times in the previous three years, and he had never before worried about helping me. Something was weird.

A few days later, a group of us went to a movie. Jeremy and I sat next to each other. At one point, I dropped my water bottle, and it began rolling down the sloped floor of the theater. Jeremy dove down before I could even react and retrieved it for me.

He stopped letting his best friend ride shotgun when I was along for the ride. Suddenly the front seat was for me.

One night, we were all playing drinking games at another friend’s apartment. He sat next to me on the sofa, and as he settled into the seat, his thigh touched mine. He didn’t move it.

He began offering me whatever he was consuming—ice (he’s a big ice chomper), water, food, whatever.

All of this started happening within the space of a week after I returned from the boot camp graduation. It was overwhelming and disorienting—suddenly, Jeremy was this chivalrous, considerate guy. I knew something was going on, but I was not allowing myself to think about it. Even though it was all I could think about.

After a few days of this, Jeremy and I and some friends were at the coffee shop again, and I called Summer to ask if I could borrow her laptop for a project that was due soon, since mine was out of commission. Jeremy overheard the conversation and began silently and enthusiastically mouthing to me that I could come over to his house and use his computer that night.

So I agreed. And for some reason, he offered to pick me up before and drop me off after. Again I agreed.

He drove me to his house and showed me to the computer room. I remember the keyboard was so well used that the letters were rubbed off the keys. He left me alone to do my work.

After a little while, he came back and offered me some ice cream. I got up to go get it from him, and he said, “Stay here. I’ll get it.”

I did not know what to do with all this attention from Jeremy. It was surreal.

I didn’t finish my work until close to midnight. I found him on the sofa with two beers, and he said, “Come sit with me.”

I can’t even explain what I was feeling. I was overcome with something; my heart felt inflated. But at the same time I was holding back—I was afraid to really believe what seemed to be happening.

We sat on his sofa and talked and drank our beer. Then he drove me home, and he put in the Afghan Whigs album with “66” on it. I had never listened to their music before, and if “66” was a flirty, sexy song, some of the others were downright pornographic—and I don’t mean dirty lyrics. The music itself sounded like sex. It was overwhelming. He had it playing quietly in the background while we chatted about the end of the semester and our upcoming graduation. Somehow the conversation wandered to the subject of bars and how much we both disliked this one particular place more than any of the others.

So we pull up in my driveway and Jeremy says, “Since we both hate bars, want to have a drink with me tomorrow night?”

It was like I pressed pause in that moment and stepped outside myself. So many thoughts swirled in my head. It just so happened to be April Fool’s Day, and my first thought was, Is this his idea of a prank? Then I thought, Surely he wouldn’t do that to me. Then I thought, If I say yes, we’re going to get married one day.

So I said yes. That was six years ago. And we will soon be celebrating the sixth anniversary of that first date, which happens to be two days before our fourth wedding anniversary. I still keep a scrap from that ugly flannel shirt I wore the first day I met him. It reminds me.

The rest of the story doesn’t even matter. It was over almost before it began, and it was a very happy ending. We didn’t even have to fall in love, because we already were.

 LIE FOR LOVE by Shayna & Daniel | Gbamlog

When I was a freshman in high school (14 years old), I met the boy of my dreams by lying to my best friend. I was always the type of child who would be left out because my only talents were things you could only do alone, like writing poetry.

My best friend, Dave, was starting a band, and I wanted to join it. I had no musical talents, and no desire to learn music, either. I told Dave that I played the drums so he would let me join, I mean, how hard is it to keep a beat? If my brother could do it, so could I. So a few days later I went to our first practice at a boys house who they called “Shoey”. My father dropped me off, and I knocked on the door. “Shoey’s” little brother let me in and led me to the basement. There was the whole band, all set up and ready to go. On the other side of the room was a young man tuning his guitar. They introduced him as “Shoey”. I smiled, shook his hand, and walked over to the drum set to display my “talents”. I actually wasn’t that bad. But in no way was I good, either. Luckily, no one in the band was all that talented, except Shoey.

When everyone decided to go outside on that cold winter day to smoke a cigarette in the woods, Shoey and I followed, though neither of us smoked. We talked, and he offered me his jacket. I refused. I had a sweatshirt, and though I was still cold, I noticed he only had a t-shirt under his coat, and didn’t want him to be cold. After 5 minutes of arguing back and forth about his jacket, he unzipped it, and wrapped it around both of us. I think we were both a little shocked. He had never had a girlfriend before, nor had he even kissed a girl, and here he was being all romantic. Later that day, I kissed him goodbye and left the band practice, which would be the last practice.

That was March 7th, 1999. I am now a junior in college, and he is graduated with a degree in computers. We are looking into starting a family when I get out of school. I still look back on these days and laugh. I didn’t even know his real name until a week into the relationship…I called him Shoey. I call him Dan now, and I never would have met him had I not lied to my best friend about my absent talents.