Chasing her Curves

by Kelli Callahan

  “People handle it in different ways, but what I’ve learned from my years of helping people find their way is that our heart never truly forgets. You can drown the past with booze, crush it with drugs, or find someone new that overpowers your memories, but it rarely erases what is left behind.” Angelina picked up her tablet again. “When you leave a chapter of your life open, like you did with Harmony, it never truly closes. The problem is that most people never address it. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn’t. Look at the divorce rate in our country. Half the people that try get it wrong.”

  “I guess that’s true.” I nodded and sighed. “I still think this is going to freak her the fuck out. It would freak me the fuck out if someone popped up after six years and tried to convince me they still had feelings that never went away.”

  “Maybe, but again—you have to be honest with her. Tell her the truth from the beginning. Don’t try to conceal the path or make it seem like anything it isn’t.” She turned her tablet back towards me and I saw a picture of a heart that was splintered into multiple shards. “But, I have to show you this—while you might carry a candle for Harmony, I don’t think her future lies entirely with you.”

  “What do you mean?” I narrowed my eyes and stared at the picture.

  “In order to determine if this would be a successful venture or just create more pain for you, I had to create a profile for Harmony. She has a lot of love inside her that has been untapped, but it’ll never belong to you entirely.” Angelina put the tablet down and reached for her drink. “You need to know that going into this.”

  “Then why even go back to Bakersfield? I don’t want to show up out of the blue and be nothing more than a fling.” I scoffed and shook my head.

  “You won’t be a fling, but you have to understand that Harmony is special. I’ve seen a profile like this before and the road to eternal happiness was forked in multiple directions. I believe that is why Harmony has never found what she was looking for. Her forked path leads down different roads and the only way to bring it together is to let her walk each one.” Angelina sipped her drink and put it back down on the table. “If you truly trust me, you’ll have to let me come with you to Bakersfield and personally oversee Harmony’s journey.”

  “I thought this was about my journey.” I felt a bit of disappointment rising up inside me.

  “It’s both.” Angelina nodded. “But if you want this to work, you have to open yourself up to things you’ve never considered before.”

  I felt like Angelina spoke in riddles. I could tell there was more to it than what she laid out in front of me, but I put my faith in her. I had spent enough time exploring the pleasures of the flesh after leaving Bakersfield to know that it wasn’t going to lead me to the kind of life I wanted. I might eventually meet someone, but if Angelina was right, I still had unfinished business back home. If Harmony rejected me, then that would be the end of it. I could close the chapter I left open and move on. Angelina didn’t think she would. She predicted that we would find what we were both looking for, but it wouldn’t be a simple reunion.

  Angelina searched for the right time to let me reintroduce myself to Harmony without showing up on her doorstep like a stalker. When we found out about her sister’s wedding, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. It would provide a safe environment and then I could find out if there was any interest on her end. I had to make a few calls and tell a few lies, but eventually I got on the guest list. The instant I saw Harmony, all of those old feelings came rushing back. My emotions were teasing me when I saw her picture, but seeing her in person nearly took my breath away. I just hoped it wasn’t one sided. After some nudging from Angelina, Harmony came to talk to me. We ended up on the dance floor and when we were done, she agreed to go on a date with me.

  Finally, after all these years.

  5

  Harmony

  My emotions were churning with confusion after having dinner with Nate. He told me all about Angelina, her club in New York, and how he ended up in Bakersfield. I really liked Nate. I liked the man he had become even more than I liked the boy that used to sit beside me in Anthropology. He was so authentic and truthful. I had been on so many dates where the guys were hiding their worst qualities behind a mask just to impress me. I usually saw through it, which was part of the reason I never had many second dates. Nate didn’t need a mask. He just put his whole life on the table and let me dig into it. He was open about the girls he had been with, the life he had lived while he was in South America, and everything Angelina told him about me.

  We finished our dinner and decided to take a walk so we could keep talking. He had originally planned a movie, but he had fascinated me so much with real life that I didn’t think a movie would be very entertaining. I needed to hear more about Angelina. I had become more intrigued by her than I was with Nate’s sudden appearance after not seeing him for six years. She sounded like an enigma—just as Nate described, but there was more to it than that. She seemed to know more about me than I knew about myself.

  “So, she brought you back here, but she doesn’t think you and I are going to end up together?” I shook my head and sighed. “Why does that sound like my life in a nutshell?”

  Someone from my past shows up and admits they still have a thing for me, but of course, there’s a catch.

  “It’s more complicated than that. She does believe that we have a future together, or she would have never brought me here, but it’s not as simple as two people reconnecting and falling in love.” Nate walked over to the railing that circled the lake in our local park and picked up a rock.

  “Um, this isn’t the part where you knock me out and stuff me in the back of a van is it?” I stared at the rock as he held it in his hand.

  “Tempting, but not exactly what I had in mind. Let me explain it like this.” He turned and threw the rock towards the lake. “That rock is a moment in time—our moment.”

  “Okay.” I walked over to the railing and watched as the rock splashed into the water.

  “See how one rock—one moment—creates ripples that spread in every direction?” Nate motioned with his hand. “Each one of them is a direction we can take, but none of them exist without our moment. One of those ripples could be a direction where we continue dating, fall in love, and get married, but it isn’t the only ripple.”

  “Interesting…” I nodded and tried to process what he was saying.

  “One of the other ripples could be an entirely different path for you. One where you meet someone else and fall madly in love with them.” He turned towards me.

  “Okay, so which ripple am I supposed to follow?” I looked up into his eyes.

  “If you believe Angelina—all of them.” He smiled and nodded.

  “All of them? How the hell would that work?” I blinked in confusion.

  “Well it starts with this…” He leaned forward and kissed me.

  Nate’s words might have been confusing, but his kiss certainly wasn’t. I felt more passion and desire from his lips than I had ever felt from anyone else. He wrapped his arms around me and continued to twist his lips against mine. Fireworks went off in my head as he formed a perfect seal and started to crush my lips beneath his. His tongue ravaged my mouth and I wanted more. It made the butterfly that had formed in my stomach the night before when we danced start doing somersaults. It made my pulse race and my heart thump against my chest so hard it felt like it was going to burst. By the time he finally pulled away, I was struggling to breathe and practically saw stars.

  I’ve never felt anything like that in my entire life.

  “What if she’s wrong?” I blinked a couple of times as I stared at him. “What if this is the only ripple I’m interested in?”

  “Then I guess I have to kiss you again.” His lip turned to a half-smile and he took my hand.

  Our second kiss was just as explosive as the first. It was more than just attraction. It felt like the moment I had dreamed about my entire life. I always w
ondered what it felt like to be swept off my feet—to fall for someone so fast that it took my breath away. I lost focus on the future. The things he had said to me were just background noise in the magic of our embrace. All I cared about was Nate and the moment we were in. It could create as many ripples as it wanted to make, but all I cared about was the man that was devouring my passion with his hungry lips. He came back to Bakersfield for one reason—me. That was the only thing that truly mattered.

  “Would you like to come back to my hotel and have a couple of drinks with me?” He pulled back from our second kiss and stared into my eyes.

  “Yes.” I nodded slowly. “I would like that very much.”

  There was no hidden innuendo in what he said. I knew exactly what it meant. Our date was going to go a lot further than a kiss and the pounding in my chest begged me to give in to what I desired. No man had ever tempted me like Nate. I had been on plenty of dates that didn’t end with a kiss and none of them had gone further than that. I had always been nervous about having sex with someone. As I got older, it created a barrier for me. I wanted my first time to be special and the endless cycle of first dates never offered that.

  This feels different—this feels real.

  We kissed in the elevator as soon as the doors closed. Our lips didn’t separate until we reached his floor. My heart was still pounding in my chest when he unlocked his hotel room and we walked inside. The only thing he had to drink was whiskey, but after everything he said to me, I felt like I needed a strong drink. I sipped it as I walked into the main part of the hotel room. He sat down in the only chair so I sat down on the edge of the bed facing him. His eyes were still focused with the same intensity I saw at the moonlight. There was no doubt that he wanted me. The butterfly in my stomach was still flapping, but it was being silenced by the burning desire that was raging inside my body.

  “You’re not going to disappear on me again, are you?” I sipped my drink and stared at him.

  “No. I don’t make the same mistake twice.” He shook his head back and forth.

  “You should know, before this goes any further, that I’ve never been with anyone before.” I took another drink, feeling nervous as soon as the words left my lips.

  “Then I guess you were waiting on me too.” He smiled. “Even if you didn’t know it. I think we’ve both waited long enough, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” I nodded apprehensively and bit down on my bottom lip.

  Nate put his drink down and stood. I looked up as he walked over to the bed and sat down beside me. He took my drink from my hand and turned to put it on the table next to the bed. As soon as he turned back, I started kissing him. I had no idea what came over me. I had never been the one to initiate a kiss before. It felt like there was a powerful force I didn’t understand pulling us together. I didn’t know if it was love, lust, or something in between, but the fire inside me begged for his touch. His hands started to explore my body as we kissed. He squeezed my breasts and then started to unzip my dress. He slowly pulled it off my shoulders, unsnapped my bra, and pushed me back towards the mattress. He pulled away from my lips and started kissing my neck, moving up towards my ears.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful. The girl I fell for all those years ago has become the most gorgeous woman in the world.” His lips lightly nibbled on my earlobes and sent shivers down my spine.

  “That’s a bit of a stretch.” I let out a gasp as his lips continued to tease my flesh.

  “Not at all.” He squeezed my breasts and then pulled my bra away to expose my nipples. “Why do you think I was so nervous about talking to you back then? You weren’t just some fantasy—you were perfection personified.”

  There wasn’t a hint of sugar-coating in Nate’s voice. He had been so open and honest with me that I believed every word he said. I might not have believed that I was beautiful, but he thought I was. I certainly wasn’t perfection personified, but in his arms, I felt like I was. Nate’s lips moved back down my neck and then he started kissing my breasts. His tongue swirled around my nipples and they became hard nubs underneath his lips. His hands held onto my dress and each time he went lower, it slid further down my body. He kissed my abdomen, circled my belly button, and then started to pull it past my hips.

  “So you’re telling me.” He kissed along the edge of my panties and then traced down to my pussy. “That no man has ever taken these off, worshiped your body with his tongue, and made you quiver?”

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth as I felt my muscles tensing up.

  “You’ve lived the last six years surrounded by fools.” He gripped the seam of my panties with his hands. “I’m going to show you how a woman as beautiful as you deserves to be treated.”

  Nate pulled my panties down my thighs and I let them fall onto the floor. He crawled between my legs and started kissing each of my inner thighs with the same passion I had felt his lips on mine. I felt nervous and exposed, but I felt safe. I was already wet even before his tongue slowly moved towards my labia. His lips traced the perimeter of my pussy and his tongue flicked against the hood that covered my clitoris. Goosebumps erupted across my body. He lifted my legs slightly and moved his tongue along my labia. I felt him start to push inside me and my eyes practically rolled back into my skull. He gave me a few gentle thrusts until I felt his tongue against my hymen. He caressed it for a couple of seconds and then started working his tongue back up my labia, pushing the hood away from my clitoris.

  “You should feel this kind of pleasure every day of your life. It’s what you deserve.” He flicked his tongue against my clitoris.

  “Oh god…” I moaned and squeezed the bedspread in my hands.

  The whole idea of pleasure and sex had been such a foreign concept in my life. When I felt especially horny, I took care of myself in my bedroom underneath the sheets. It was easier in college, especially when my roommate was away for the weekend and I had our dorm room to myself. I had learned what felt good, how to cum quickly, and how to prolong it if necessary. I never imagined how different it would be with someone else controlling the pace. When I felt something I liked normally, I could explore that feeling until it was too much and I had to back off, or it took me straight to an orgasm.

  His tongue is setting my body on fire.

  Nate’s tongue moved along my clitoris and he pushed his thumb into my pussy until it was against my hymen. His thumb started moving in unison with his tongue, making me squirm with excitement. It was like having my body firing on all cylinders at once, begging for more while wanting the feeling to last forever. The dual stimulation made my body tense up and pressure began to build up inside me. It was different than what I felt when I pleasured myself. It built faster than I had ever been able to do on my own, but once the pressure reached the peak, it just stayed there like a tight ball in my abdomen. It needed to be released, but every second that went by without the climax I craved only made it more intense. My head spun with pleasure and I started to breathe really fast.

  “You’re gonna make me cum!” I felt my legs shaking against him.

  His tongue got faster and his thumb started to penetrate me harder. It stretched my hymen, threatening to burst through it with his quick motions. The muscles inside my pussy squeezed his thumb while my clitoris turned to a hard knot underneath his tongue. The pressure started to sweep through me, making every muscle tense up. My fists balled and my toes curled. I was so close to an orgasm that I thought I was going to explode if it didn’t come soon. The feeling got so intense that I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. My eyelids fluttered and my mouth opened so wide my jaw ached.

  Oh fuck, I can’t even speak.

  In an instant, it all changed. The pressure inside me roared as the bottled pleasure was released. My muscles relaxed and my body went weak. I started to shake uncontrollably as the feeling of bliss surged through me. My back arched and I felt my pussy spasming on his thumb. He kept it inside me, pushed against my hymen, while his tongue continued to roll
around my clitoris. The orgasm was overwhelming. It took control of my limbs, devoured my thoughts, and took me to a plane of euphoria I didn’t know could exist. I remained there for what felt like an eternity. My own pleasure soared around me, inside me, and teased my skin with a flickering flame of ecstasy. When the orgasm finally faded, I felt like I crashed through heaven as I spiraled towards the ground below. Instead of landing with a thud, I just felt the mattress engulf me as I sank into the bedspread.

  “I don’t even want to know how you learned to do that, but I am so glad you came back—that was worth a lifetime of waiting.” I stared at the ceiling and exhaled the oxygen trapped inside me.

  “Yes, it was a good warm up.” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “But now I’m going to make you scream.”

  “The only reason I didn’t scream is because I could barely breathe.” I let out an exhausted sigh.

  I watched as Nate removed his shirt. His body was covered in tattoos. He had a small one on his forearm when I knew him in high school. It wasn’t anything special and looked like something he got from a friend that was playing with a tattoo gun. It had been covered by a cracked skull, and he had several more that completed the sleeve. His other arm had a snake that wrapped around a knife, surrounded by flames. The flames seemed to dance across his skin as he tossed his shirt towards the floor. He leaned back on the bed and started unfastening his pants. I could already see his cock pressed against the fabric in the front, but once the pants slid past his hips, it started to swell. If I wasn’t so weak, I might have been scared of the thought of having it inside me. After what he did to me I wanted him to feel that same pleasure, even if he destroyed my pussy in the process.

  “I assume you’re not on birth control.” He held up a condom and tore the wrapper with his teeth.

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ve never needed it.”

  He unrolled the condom on his shaft until the condom was stretched around his girth. He lifted my legs and slowly sank between my thighs. I felt the glans pushing into my wetness and even though I was numb from my orgasm, I still felt pressure when it stretched me. He went slow, pushing until he was against my hymen and then pulling back for another slow thrust. His thumb had stretched the entrance a little bit, so it wasn’t as painful as I expected at first. After the effects of the orgasm started to wear off, it felt a little more intense. He pushed the glans against my wetness and then shifted his weight until his body was horizontal to mine. I watched as his cock slid further inside me and then I felt my hymen tear.