“It’s going to be okay,” she said.
“I know, but it’s hard.”
“You just have to be patient a little while longer. Neil will be back soon, you guys can find a place to live together, and all will be right in the world.”
I looked into her eyes and immediately forgot all about my problems. This may sound twisted, but she was my only real connection to Neil at that time. He had introduced us and being near her made me feel like I was somewhat near him.
Before I realized what I was doing, I had leaned in and kissed her luscious lips. I couldn’t get enough of her flavored lip gloss. My tongue pressed into her mouth and she wrapped her arms around me. Leaning back, she pulled me on top of her. I could feel her breasts through the thin material of her blouse. She broke the kiss and pushed me back slightly.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Of course I am,” I said and tried to kiss her again.
“I don’t want you to regret this later on and think that I took advantage of you in a vulnerable situation.”
“I invited you here. You aren’t taking advantage of anything.”
I pushed myself up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse to expose her beautiful round breasts. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she breathed. I admired her slim body for a moment before I hungrily licked and sucked on her nipples. She held my head to her and pushed it lower. My tongue ran down her stomach to the edge of her skirt and back up to her neck.
I slid my hand under her skirt and found her wetness. My fingers easily slid inside of her and she raised her hips into the air. I slowly eased my fingers in and out of her as she unbuttoned my jeans.
I drew in a sharp breath when her finger pressed into my swollen clit. She rubbed across it and up and down between my lips.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned as she penetrated me with her fingers.
She thrust in and out of me as fast as the restriction of my jeans would allow. I moaned and fucked her faster with my own fingers. We both moaned as our bodies became a writhing tangled heap on the sofa.
The grip of her thighs on my hand and the contractions of her pussy sent me into an excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm. My own muscles constricted and my juices exploded around her fingers. We lay perfectly still in each other’s arms, neither of us wanting to move until the knock at the door startled us.
“Are you expecting someone?”
“No,” I answered, feeling puzzled. “No one ever comes to visit.”
I stood up and adjusted my clothes as Carly stepped into the kitchen to fix hers. I didn’t want to answer the door, but something inside told me I should. I didn’t know the guy standing outside my door, but I did recognize him from the building so I opened the door.
“Hi,” he said. “Are you Rebecca?”
“I am,” I answered tentatively.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but this was mixed in with my mail. It belongs to you.”
“Thank you for bringing it to me,” I said as I took the piece of mail from him.
“No problem. Have a good night,” he said and walked away.
I closed the door and examined the envelope. There was no return address anywhere on it. I was about to open it when Carly emerged from the kitchen.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Some of my mail got sent to another apartment. It’s no big deal.”
I tossed it on the coffee table, sat back down on the sofa, and took a long sip of my wine.
“You should open it in case it’s important,” Carly said looking at the mysterious envelope.
Taking her advice, I picked it up and slid my finger under the flap. There was a single piece of folded paper in it. I scanned it and saw that it was from Neil. My heart fluttered as I thought it was a letter telling me he was coming home. That flutter transformed to an ache as I read the typed words on the page. I didn’t realize I was crying until Carly touched my shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
I couldn’t speak so I just handed her the letter. She read it quickly and laid it back on the table.
“I’m not sure what to say,” she said.
I gulped down the last of my wine and went to the kitchen to refill my glass. Carly followed me silently. I was shaking so badly that I couldn’t even pour the liquid from one container to another. Carly took the bottle and glass from my hand and poured it for me.
“Do you want me to call him and find out what’s going on with him?” she asked.
“You read the letter,” I told her through the tears. “He doesn’t want to come back here. He thinks he’ll be a burden. He doesn’t want me taking care of him. What more is there to find out? I just don’t understand why he wouldn’t tell me himself instead of in a letter.”
“He’s dealing with a lot,” she defended him. “Maybe he just needs a little more time to come to grips with everything.”
“It’s been so long already. I don’t mean to be rude, but I really want to be alone right now. Can I call you tomorrow or something?”
“Of course,” she said and gave me a gentle hug. “You can call me anytime. I mean that.”
I walked Carly to the door and once she was gone, I picked up my phone. I stared as Neil’s number in the contact list. I debated on calling him for a short time before I actually did it. It rang several times before going to voicemail. I cleared my throat and tried to sound normal before I spoke.
“Hey. I was just thinking about you and thought I would give you a call. I’ll be home all night if you want to call.”
I didn’t want to let on that I had gotten the letter. I was hoping that he would call me back and we could talk about this, but he didn’t.
Chapter Twelve
I had left several voicemails throughout the weekend, but he never returned any of them. By Monday morning I was completely devastated. I had to force myself to go to work. I didn’t know how I would react if someone asked me about Neil. I kept to myself all morning in an attempt to avoid those questions. Shortly after lunch, Samantha knocked on my door.
“You got a minute?” she asked.
“Sure. Come on in,” I said closing up the file I was working on.
She sat down in the chair in front of my desk and I noticed she was holding a file.
“I wanted to talk with you about something before I made a decision.”
“Okay,” I said confused. “What is it?”
“I got a strange phone call this morning,” she began.
She paused like she was testing me to see if I had any idea what she was talking about. I definitely didn’t.
“It was from Neil.”
“Really?’ I asked as casually as I could. “Why was he calling?”
I braced myself for what was coming.
“He asked me to permanently assign him to the office out there. Do you know anything about that?”
Samantha was studying my face and trying to gauge my reaction. I got up from my desk and closed my office door. I didn’t want anyone to see or hear if I broke down. I carefully chose my words when I finally answered.
“I got a letter from him a few days ago. He said he wasn’t coming back here. I’ve called a couple of times, but only got his voicemail.”
“This is a huge shock.”
I swallowed hard to get rid of the lump in my throat, but was unsuccessful. The tears were welling up in my eyes. I was losing control of my emotions, regardless of my efforts.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Samantha. I was just as shocked when I got that letter. Like I said, I’ve called several times, but he won’t answer when I do.”
I wiped the tears and continued.
“I know he was very depressed when I was there. I thought he was getting better when I came home. If I hadn’t thought that, I wouldn’t have left him. Up until I got that letter, we had talked about how things would be when he did come home. We talked about him coming back to work and all that. I was blindsided by the letter.”
“You
know I don’t want him to leave this office,” she said sympathetically. “As much as I hate to do it, I have no choice but to transfer him to keep him from leaving the firm completely. Will you be okay with that?”
“The good of the firm takes priority over me,” I told her. “I’ll eventually be all right.”
“Do you need some time off?” Samantha asked.
“The last thing I need is to sit at home and have nothing to keep my mind busy.”
It took weeks for me to get to a point where I wasn’t crying myself to sleep at night, but I finally did. I had eventually given up on talking with Neil about his decision. I left him one final voicemail.
“Neil, I will never fully understand why you have made this decision, but I respect it. I owe you more than I can ever express for what you have done for me. I met you at a time in my life when I felt like I was nothing. I didn’t feel like I could be loved and you proved me wrong, even if it was only for a short time. You introduced me to a side of me that had never existed. You made me feel beautiful, even sexy. The only way I can express my thanks for that is to allow you to do what you feel is necessary to go on with your life. I love you, Neil. As bad as it hurts, this will be my last attempt to contact you. If you ever want to talk, you know how to reach me.”
I hung up the phone and had one last cry. It was time to move on with my own life. I had started over once before and I could do it again.
I saw less and less of Carly, by my choosing. Even though I enjoyed her company, it was a connection to Neil that I needed to sever. I spent a lot of time alone, but I successfully evaluated what I wanted for the rest of my life.
Chapter Thirteen
One of the new things that I had come to enjoy was going to a local park. I would take a book and a blanket, find a shady spot, and lose myself in some romantic story of everlasting love. I was pretty cynical about whether or not love really lasted forever, but it was a nice fantasy.
It didn’t surprise me that the park was so crowded that morning. It was a beautiful spring morning. The sun was shining, the flowers were blooming, and the birds were singing their lovely songs. I finally found a spot under a large oak tree and spread my blanket out. Fully engrossed in my book, I didn’t even notice the group that had begun playing football near me until their ball invaded my space, knocking my book from my hands.
“I’m so sorry,” the guy said as he jogged over to me. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” I answered as I picked up the football and tossed it to him.
He snagged it out of the air with one large hand and knelt down beside me.
“Are you sure? We didn’t mean to hit you.”
“It’s okay,” I reassured him. “It only hit my book. The only damage is me losing my place.”
“C’mon Jake!” one of the other guys called.
“Your friends are waiting on you,” I smiled at him and motioned toward the other guys who were all staring in our direction with their hands on their hips.
“Yeah,” he said and got up. “See ya later.”
I watched him run back to his group and then buried myself back in my book. I secretly watched him off and on as they played. He appeared to be slightly older than the other guys that he was playing with, but I wasn’t sure exactly how old he was. I guessed that he was just under six feet tall. He was fit, but not incredibly muscular. His curly blonde hair bounced wildly as he ran. He was incredibly attractive and I caught myself wondering if he was attached.
I had been so devastated by the ending of my relationship with Neil that I had not even noticed any other man, until that moment. I felt an attraction to him, along with that familiar twinge of sexual excitement. I had to force myself back into my book to take my mind off of him.
“That must be a good book.”
I jumped at the sound of his voice and dropped my book, once again losing my place.
“It is, actually,” I said as casually as I could.
He picked it up, looked at the cover, and gave me a sly look.
“The artwork doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination,” he said. “I don’t think I even have to ask what it’s about.”
“It’s a fantasy love story,” I told him. “It’s just my escape from reality.”
“So you don’t have that steamy relationship with your husband?”
I wasn’t sure how to handle his question. Should I just blurt out that I don’t have a husband? Should I try to cover? Was he trying to find out about me? How much should I tell him?
“I’m divorced, and we didn’t have that kind of relationship,” I finally admitted. “I have had much more since then though.”
I almost immediately regretted that last statement and felt my face burn as it turned red. I looked down and picked at an imaginary piece of grass on the blanket until I felt his finger pulling my chin back up.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“You didn’t,” I laughed. “I embarrassed myself.”
“I think I’d like to hear more about that then.”
“Well, buy me a drink and maybe I’ll tell you about it.”
I was shocked at myself for saying that and even more shocked at what happened next.
“I need a shower first,” Jake said. “Why don’t you follow me to my place and I will get cleaned up. There’s a quiet little bar by my house. We can hit it once I’ve changed.”
Was I crazy for following him back to his place? Probably, but I was also human. I had a need that wasn’t going to be taken care of without the help of someone else. Judging by Jakes demeanor and apparent interest, I figured he was just the one to take care of it.
Chapter Fourteen
His house was pretty typical from what I had seen of other bachelors. It was sparsely furnished with only the necessities. There was a sofa, chair, and television in the living room, a small table in the kitchen, and no pictures or decorations anywhere.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said as he walked through the bedroom door. “I won’t be long.”
I sat down briefly, but decided to explore after I heard the shower come on in the bathroom. I wanted to know a little more about this mysterious, but sexy stranger. I found nothing in the kitchen that would help me out so I walked into the bedroom. Still nothing, but I could see into the bathroom. The door was partially frosted and I could only see a silhouette of his lower body.
His back was to me as I slowly and quietly slipped out of my clothes. Leaving them in a heap on the bedroom floor, I walked into the bathroom and opened the shower door. Jake turned around quickly, but stopped when he saw me standing half in the door and half out.
“This is a surprise,” he said, looking me up and down.
“I hope it’s one you don’t mind.”
I closed the door behind me and took the bar of soap from his hand.
“I hope you don’t mind. I thought you might need a little help scrubbing your back.”
I immediately realized how cheesy that sounded, but Jake didn’t seem to mind. He turned his back to me and I slowly rubbed the bar of soap across his shoulders. Without his clothes off, it was obvious that he was a little more muscular than I had originally thought. He leaned against the shower wall and his shoulders rippled under his weight. I moved lower with the soap, covering his entire back. The water was slowly making tiny paths through the lather. I dropped the soap and my hands traveled up and down his back. The masculine scent of his soap filled the shower and I took in a deep breath to enjoy it.
My hands were slick with the soap as I slid them around his slim waist and down the front of his thighs. His muscles tensed up and I teased, lightly dragging my nails up his thighs. He turned around to face me and I saw his thick cock begging for attention.
Dropping to my knees on the tile floor, I wrapped my small hand around his shaft and stroked it slowly. The warm water was beating down on me and he gently pushed my wet hair back out of my face. He was smiling down at
me and I knew what he wanted.
I let my tongue explore each of the bulging veins on the underside of his cock from its base to its large head. I wanted it and had no self-control. I eased the head into my mouth and sucked on it, continuing to stroke up and down the shaft. He filled my mouth with his girth. His grip was firm on my head as his hips moved back and forth, pushing his cock farther into my mouth with each thrust. I held onto his hips and he moved faster. He throbbed inside my mouth and I could taste the salty drops that were beginning to leak from his rod. His flavor excited me more and I sucked harder and faster. Suddenly, he thrust hard into my mouth and I felt his warm cream slide down my throat. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked it with my hand, licking every drop that came from it. I couldn’t get enough of him.
His strong hands wrapped around my arms and pulled me to my feet. His lips pressed into mine and his tongue invaded my mouth. I hungrily returned his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. He picked me up and I circled his waist with my legs. His cock was still rock hard and he slid it into me. My legs tightened around him as his hips pushed his shaft deeper inside of me.
“Let’s take this to the bed,” I whispered in his ear.
Without letting me go, he turned off the shower and stepped out. Once we were in the bedroom, he eased me to my feet and spun me around. He gently pushed me over and I caught myself on the edge of the bed. Without warning, he thrust his cock back into me from behind. His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass as he pounded in and out my pussy.
I slid my hand between my legs and massaged my clit with one finger as he fucked me. The harder he thrust, the harder I rubbed my clit. My legs were shaking and I was pushing back into him. I felt as if I couldn’t get enough of him inside of me.
“Oh God!” I moaned as my knees started to buckle.
He held me up and didn’t slow his pace. I could feel the drops of his sweat falling onto my back and hear the slapping sound of our flesh hitting. My body tensed and the muscles of my pussy grabbed his cock as the wave of pleasure hit me like a lightning bolt. At that same moment, I felt him explode inside of me. My hands were clenched so tightly around the blanket that they began to hurt. We both were motionless for what seemed like forever.
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