We ended up sitting down together on the couch. I looked over at him and he was holding his baby girl. I thought that maybe if we focused on the baby, then we wouldn’t have to talk about prom night. So, I sat a little closer, looking at the baby for the first time. I took one look at her and I was already in love. She looked so much like my sister. She was beautiful.
I didn’t know it then, but I would come to love that baby more than life itself. I took one glance at Mason and said softly, “She’s beautiful.” He nodded, quietly, as if afraid to talk. I had never seen him so quiet, especially not around me.
“Addison… I… I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry… I know it doesn’t mean much, but I hope you believe me. I know it’s a lot to ask… but I hope one day you find it in your heart to forgive me.” I could tell he was being sincere as he pleaded with me. He had never loved Avery. He had always loved me. He knew the moment the alcohol left his system just how big of a mistake he had made. He had beaten himself up over it constantly and I felt bad for him.
“Mason… don’t…” But he continued, unable to stop himself. He had to tell me. He had to explain himself, even if I wouldn’t listen, he had to get it off his chest.
“I… I… drank too much… and that’s no excuse… I know… but Avery was touching me all over and I thought it was you… I thought you were trying to be extra sexy since it was prom night… and the alcohol made me confuse you two… but I should have known it wasn’t you… I was a damn fool, Addison… I’m sorry….” Mason was sobbing now. I couldn’t stand to see him like this.
To my surprise, I hugged him. We sobbed together. It had been a rough night for the both of us. It was a mistake we would both never forget, but mistakes were made to learn from, not to cry over. I looked at him and in that moment I forgave him. I don’t know why I did. I vowed I never would, but in that moment, I knew I had forgiven him. There was no way I could stay mad at him, not with him this heart broken. It was hard enough seeing him cry.
I don’t know if I forgave him so easily because I loved him so much or because I loved my niece, but I did. After that hug, everything seemed to fall back into place. Mason and I started to have decent conversations again and I found out that nothing about Mason had changed at all. He was still the goofball I had fallen in love with.
I learned that he had stayed with Avery only because she was carrying his child. I also learned that he had thought about me constantly while he was gone and that if Avery hadn’t been pregnant he would have gone after me. He told me that I was the only girl for him and that I would always be the only girl for him. He knew he didn’t have the right to ask for my forgiveness, but that he would never rest until he got it.
It took me a while to admit it to him, but eventually I did tell him that he was forgiven. I didn’t want him to be miserable for the rest of his life. In the end, I never did end up moving back in with my grandmother. I ended up staying in my home town, with my mom and dad, partly because they needed me after my sister’s death, and partly because I wanted to be near Mason.
We ended up spending a lot more time together and it was nice. I liked spending time with my niece. It made me feel like a mother. By the time she was about two months old, I had made my decision. I grabbed Mason one day, knowing I would have to tell him in person.
“Mason, there is something I need to tell you.” He looked worried as he rocked little Isabella in his arms. He was a good father to her and I was proud of him. He was handling being a single father very well, but still, he didn’t deserve to raise a child all by himself.
“What… what is it?” He finally asked, looking up at me.
“Well… believe it or not… I still love you… a lot… and I think that you still love me… and Izzy deserves a mother… and I think that I deserve to marry the man of my dreams…” I let the statements hang in the air, hoping he would pick up what I was putting down. To my relief, I saw his eyes go big before he hugged me tightly.
“Oh… Addison… you are the most amazing person in the world, you know that? I can’t believe you would do this for me!” He was in shock.
“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for me. I know I wouldn’t be happy with someone else and if I don’t save Izzy now, then you will make her play tennis the moment she learns how to walk!” We both chuckled, knowing it was true. After that, it was all smooth sailing.
Chapter 8
After my proposal, it didn’t take long for Mason and me to get married. We treated Izzy as if she were our own daughter, knowing that when the time was right we would tell her the truth, but for now, I was enjoying the sensation of being a mother.
I didn’t know it when I was a freshman and when I first started to go out with Mason that it would end up like this. I always knew that we would be together in the end, I just never expected anything like this. But then again, rainbows only emerge after the rain, and likewise happy endings can only occur after some heart break first.
So, here I am now, thirty years old and with an eleven year old Izzy on my hands. She had grown up to be a beautiful young lady and while she already knows I am not her real mom, she still continues to treat me like one. I couldn’t ask for a better daughter or husband for that matter. It just goes to show that life doesn’t always work out the way you expect it to, but in the end everything works out, one way or another.
The moral is that you should never live with regrets because everything always happens for a reason. I ended up finding out, shortly after marrying Mason, that I was sterile and that I couldn’t have any children. It was like Avery’s child was some sort of godsend.
Later on my family learned, through Avery’s autopsy that she had a very violent looking tumor growing in her brain. Had she not died in labor, she would have died a very painful death at the hands of cancer.
Always remember, everything happens for a reason, remember that, no matter what. Also, remember that everyone deserves a second chance, even if you think they don’t. We are all human in this world and we all make mistakes, some bigger than others. Without forgiveness in our world, it would be a dark, dark place.
THE END
Irresistible Temptations
Sometimes I wondered just what the hell was wrong with me. It was like, in a lot of ways, I just did not allow myself to be content with life... I wouldn't allow myself to just accept how things were and be satisfied, even if what I had happened to be precisely what I'd wanted it to be at one point in time. Rather, it was like I just kept wanting more, more, more, craving things even if I knew them to be bad for me and my life on any number of levels.
Even when, in fact, the things I was craving, actually proved a threat to the life I'd once so desperately pined over, and worked so hard to ensure panned out in the precise manner I'd craved once upon a time. It was all so... So pointless, in a way, trying to satisfy myself, because I knew that one thing would just always lead to another.
At the end of the day I would either just keep on chasing my tail until the cows came home, so to speak, or else I would eventually cross the line and end up pushing everything I'd lived for up to that point in my life over the steep, steep edge of a cliff.
I felt as though I had porn to blame for a lot of this... It was, I suppose, giving me some unrealistic standards as to what normal sex could be like between average human beings. It was forming in me an impression that those extreme carnal acts that were caught on camera were little more than run of the mill activities that could be carried out by your average Joe and Jill without any fear of consequence.
After all, porn videos didn't generally come with the sort of “Don't try this at home” warning labels that you might expect upon watching something whose effects could be disastrous if duplicated by an amateur. Or, at the very least, I'd never come across such a warning, and if they did in fact exist they had so far to elude my detection.
But, I suppose, more than likely, the makers of such lascivious content must have had some expectation that the viewers
of their smut would have enough good sense to know rather intuitively that you did not try to carry the actions of highly experienced porn stars into your average, everyday sex life, and it was, therefore, entirely upon myself for eschewing such good sense and thinking that I could go about trying to indulge my ridiculous sexual fantasies regardless.
I was in something of a peculiar relationship, I suppose, or at least peculiar in the sense of what I might have traditionally expected. In that I, the female of the couple, had a far higher sex drive than Jonathan did, the male of the couple, and could get turned on by just about any damn thing. Whereas he tended to need just a bit of prodding before he could get comfortable with my many lurid intentions for him.
This generally didn't pose a huge problem, but it did make me feel fairly limited in terms of just how wildly I could explore my deepest, seediest fantasies. There were a lot of damn things I fantasized about trying out with that thick veiny cock of his, yet inevitably I found myself restricted to only a very small fraction of those agonizing desires, given his general squeamishness about taboo sex compared to my own overwhelming drive for it.
The thing was, though, that aside from our differences in the bedroom, the two of us were, more or less, something of the ideal couple. I mean, we were in sync on a lot of awfully damn significant levels. Dedicated to making one another happy to the extent we could do so. Interested in a lot of the same subjects and hobbies, and with such a great romantic chemistry that it sometimes defied comprehension.
If only the two of us could get our sex drives leveled out to some reasonable degree that would work for the both of us, and quite honestly things would more or less be ideal. Either I needed to curb my enthusiasm just the teeniest bit (a notion that seemed absurd to such a fun, sexy girl as myself). Or else he needed to ramp things up just a notch or two or three, which I also, quite honestly, didn't see as all that much of a likelihood. But I did have an idea, however, a way to keep things spicy between in the bedroom for the two of us- something that would keep things interesting for yours truly without imposing any real inconvenience or anything on his part.
At present, he was lying in bed beside me, snoring slightly as I stared at his nearly naked body. His ripped physique and his heaving chest. His visage as he slumbered beside me getting me so worked up inside that I found myself scarcely able to contain myself from pouncing on him outright right then and there. Instead, though, I decided to ease him a tad more gently back into consciousness.
Slipping my hand into the fabric of his boxer shorts, and letting my finger sink down around the shaft of his presently flaccid cock- a challenge, to be sure, but one I was more than up for facing.
I began to stroke him in his sleep, and after some time of doing so to just a slight fraction of growth from his genitals, Jon stirred rather suddenly from sleep, looking momentarily confused as he gawked at the hand down his undies, but then looking over at me through his bleary eyes and smiling rather playfully. “Well, hello there...”
“Make love to me...” I whispered, burning for him even at this hour of night.
“Oh God...” he began to rub the sleep from his eyes, and to protest, rather feebly, might I add, “I'm pretty damn tired, you know... I was just sleeping, in case you hadn't noticed...”
But by this point I could feel the flaccid little noodle of his penis beginning to grow engorged with blood flow. The limp shaft beginning to thicken, the heat of its growth feeling remarkably satisfying in the clutches of my grip. He sighed heavily, and I could almost detect it the moment his resolve was shattered. This happened rather routinely, actually... Well, not this specifically, but me seducing him into craving sex when he might otherwise have been uninterested in the prospect for the most part.
My runway now clear, then, I promptly proceeded to whip the covers away from his crotch in order to clear myself up some space. Then I pulled his inflated cock out from beneath the fabric of his boxers, and continued to stroke his hot shaft more readily until it was nice and plump and ready to penetrate.
Then, just to ensure that he was as ready for my pussy as he could possibly get when the imminent moment arrived. I worked up a generous quantity of saliva in my mouth, spitting it forth onto his prick and proceeding to rub it up and down all over his shaft. God's lubricant as I liked to think of it, getting him so slick and so wet that it caused me to begin growing more aroused than I might possibly have intended to be.
I savored the squelching and grinding as my wrists began to grow tired pumping up and down all along the veiny course of his shaft, my body tensing up with desire for the male meat of my well-endowed boy toy, and my anatomy heating up so fully that I began to tremble from head to toe for him.
It took some degree of effort to work my body out of my panties in bed like this. Scooping my knees up to my chest and managing, with some degree of stupid fumbling, to pull the lacy things down along my ass to my knees. Pushing them down my shins and at last peeling them off down from around my ankles, and kicking them from the bed altogether.
I then promptly climbed up on top of my bewildered boyfriend, pressing my lips to his own and suckling on his sweet lips as though deriving some necessary nourishment from his hot, wet gullet. We suckled and squelched and made out for some time like newlyweds. Down below I savored gladly the pressing of his long hot cock up against my body.
Jizz beginning to seep readily from his tip, staining my waxed pubes and causing me to burn for him worse than ever. When at last I could take no more of such sweet, sweet torture I lifted my body up on top of his, straddling him, and lining my throbbing pussy up with the blade of his erection.
I lowered myself slowly, slowly down onto him, falling on his blade, as it were, and whimpering as I felt that sharp shaft of his sweetly cleaving apart the meat of my body. In, in, in, I inhaled that sweet cock of his, loving as I always did the penetration of its immensity into the deepest reaches of my anatomy. Feeling him hit an innermost sweet spot as I at last touched down fully upon him, and moaning wildly with pleasure as my eyelids fluttered gently shut.
I savored it for a moment, that unmatchable feeling of simply having a man inside me. His masculinity throbbing and my body settling into place on top of him. My nostrils flaring as I tried to steady my mind for the task at hand, my tits feeling heavily sensitized beneath the lacy cups of my bra, and my entire body feeling radiant with sexual energy.
Awake as I could be despite it being the middle of the night, looking forward with almost dreadful anticipation to the real commencement of our intercourse, and savoring the tense, outstretched moments as they ticked by in preparation to begin bouncing up and down on top of him.
And then- I began.
Slowly, at first, not wanting to fully traumatize poor Jon with my excess libido first thing out of the gates. I began to rock on top of him, grinding my pelvis back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, savoring the stretching and distorting and reshaping of the lips of my wet pussy. Moaning readily as the sweet sensations of being stretched out like this coursed pleasantly throughout my anatomy.
My spine tingling and my head seeming to float toward the ceiling as I rocked and ground and destroyed myself. Eventually needing to raise my hands up to my titties and squeeze readily in order to contain the sensations. My fingers nearly piercing my own flesh, and the look on Jonathan's face almost priceless as he gazed at me from beneath in sheer astonishment, quite overwhelmed.
I could tell, by this sudden inundation of pussy at three o'clock in the fucking morning. A regular practitioner of Kegel exercises I decided to clench upon him just a little bit harder in order to torment him to a satisfying degree. Certain that he was blown away by the tightness of my cunt as I ground it back and forth on top of him, myself, meanwhile aroused at so deviling him, and feeling compelled to ramp up my efforts just the tiniest bit.
From here, I really began to escalate. So turned on by this middle-of-the-night rendezvous that it was as though the floodgates had burst open, causing me
to burn with a desire for escalation, and my need to indulge this desire entirely too much for me to withstand. Instead of just grinding, now, I began to lift my body up into the air, and then to let it come flying back down.
Smashing into his anatomy like a damn elevator with its breaks snipped clean off. My ass pounding against his thighs and his cock plowing me so deep up my cunt that it nearly made me go fucking cross-eyed. Again and again and again I repeated this motion, lifting and dropping and plummeting, smashing into him at a devastating speed, our wet genitals smacking wildly together, KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP!, as I bounced up and down on his fat hard cock like a pogo stick. Sweat rolling down along my body in torrents, and my anatomy so devastated that I could barely stand it as I melted into a fucking puddle all over his beautiful body.
By this point, I was moaning so damn loudly that I'm surprised that the neighbors didn't call the police to phone in a noise complaint. Collapsing so hard on my boyfriend's cock that it seemed a marvel I didn't split the damn thing clean in half with every violent crashing down; and burning so thoroughly to my core that I should reasonably have dissolved into a pulp right there on the spot.
My body so overwhelmed and so damn exhausted at this time of night that I should not reasonably have been capable of carrying out so violent a sex act as this to any degree whatsoever. But I carried on regardless of my exhaustion, bolstered by adrenaline as well as the sheer delight of being so agonizingly and thoroughly pummeled. My body on the verge of exploding, and my eyes practically rolling back up into my head as my sweet, sweet agony was brought to a glorious head.
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