by Mia Madison
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He shook his head, pulled my dress over my head, and undid my bra. He tossed both pieces of garment to the side, leaving me completely naked. There would be no hiding if anyone were to open the flimsy sliding door that separated us from the rest of the restaurant.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
I opened my legs wide for him.
“Sweet Jesus,” Jack said, staring at my pussy. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, trying to sound sarcastic but with my heavy breathing it didn’t quite come out that way.
Jack positioned his face between my legs, and a few seconds later I felt the tip of his warm tongue tracing the length of my open slit.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, my hands finding his, our fingers intertwining.
Jack continued his tease, flicking around my swollen mound, my engorged clit, my moist folds. I arched my back and forced my pelvis forward. I wanted to feel his tongue inside me but he held back, playing with me, torturing me.
Finally, when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, I felt him part me, felt the warm, wet softness of his tongue sink inside me, exploring my inner walls. My body shuddered, my stomach clenched, and I orgasmed again, the waves hitting me with its relentless power. My eyes rolled up, and it took a supreme amount of will I didn’t know I had in me to not scream my head off. As it was, I swore my shuddering body could be felt throughout the wooden structures of the old restaurant.
I was spent, but Jack was just getting started. He stood up and removed his shirt, and I ogled once more at his broad, muscular chest.
Fuck, this guy is cut, I thought. I could imagine myself getting off just by staring at his chest. But then he removed his pants and boxers, and my eyes were immediately drawn to his large throbbing cock, and suddenly I felt like I was already getting off, my stomach clenching and unclenching on its own.
Jack kneeled and positioned himself on top of me, his chest pressing against my breasts. He took my hands and pinned them above me on the tatami mats while he kissed me all around my neck. When our lips met and our tongues connected, Jack simultaneously entered me, and my world exploded into white-hot flashes of pure pleasure.
Jack fucked me slowly, relishing every second it, holding back on the immense power I knew he could unleash at any time. It didn’t matter anyway. I came within seconds of him sliding inside me, and I came at least three more times after that. By the time he picked up the pace I was already convulsing uncontrollably, my body thrashing all over the floor.
Between his kisses, my diamond-hard nipples rubbing against his chest, and the unimaginable pleasure of his cock filling me, drilling me, and hitting a spot in me so fucking perfectly each time he thrusted himself in me, I was high on an endless string of overlapping orgasms so strong and deep that I lost all sense of time and place. Everything else disappeared, my world enveloped in an ever-constant sea of contractions, explosions, and gushing wetness. I cried and screamed and cursed and twisted, and still the string of orgasms continued. Finally I heard Jack groan, and with a final thrust he emptied himself in me, his powerful frame shuddering as his warm essence filled me.
With our limbs entwined, we stayed on the cool Japanese floor of our secluded room for some time, looking at each other, knowing we had to leave soon but unable to move just yet.
“I love you, Kate,” Jack said, brushing a few strand of hair away from my eyes.
“I know,” I said, smiling at him. “I love you too, Jack. So what happens now?”
“I don’t know, but I believe the old woman. We’re meant to be together, so we’ll find a way to make that happen.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Ten minutes later we got dressed, cleaned up as much as we could, and stepped out. It was in the middle of the afternoon, and the restaurant was completely empty. I could hear some conversation in Japanese coming from the kitchen, so I called out.
“Thank you, Mrs, uh, Harumi.”
The conversation stopped, and a few seconds later Harumi appeared, followed by an old gentleman who I assumed was her husband, Hiroshi. We shook hands, exchanged bows, and thanked them for their hospitality. They, in turn, wished us the best of luck.
“Cool couple,” Jack said as we walked down the stairs to the parking lot.
“Yeah,” I said. “Do you think it’s possible for us to grow old together like them?”
“That would be nice, huh?”
“Yeah, it would. By the way, did you leave a good tip?”
“Biggest tip I’ve ever given in my life,” Jack said, winking.
We got in the Jeep and drove off. I took my time getting home, with one hand on the wheel and my other hand clasped around Jack’s the entire time.
As I suspected, Jack and I never got the chance to have another intimate moment together. From the minute we got home mom took me on a whirlwind of packing activity while dad fired up the barbecue grill and prepared for my going-away party. Jack helped dad by supplying both of them an endless stream of beer.
Melissa arrived first, her eyes going wide when she saw Jack. She gave me a stealthy two thumbs up after making sure no one was looking. A handful of my select friends and some of dad’s buddies dropped in with their usual impeccable timing, just in time for dinner.
The lawn had been transformed into a bonafide fiesta picnic area. Strings of holiday lighting had been strung across the roof and the trees and extra foldable tables and chairs were set in two symmetrical, perfect rows, which looked suspiciously like my dad’s handiwork. My friends and I took up one row, while mom, dad, dad’s friends and Jack sat in the second row. Without any communication between us whatsoever, Jack and I managed to sit in such a way that we could look across at each other throughout dinner, my heart lurching in my chest every time our eyes locked on.
Dad gave a celebratory and embarrassing speech about my accomplishments in high school and presented me with a brand new MacBook Pro as a going away present as he wished me good luck in my new college life.
The party died down just before midnight. Everyone left, and I had hoped for some time alone with Jack but dad kept him corralled, chatting and consuming way more alcohol than I’ve ever seen my dad do. I had a feeling my going away spurred the extra heavy drinking. I went to bed but couldn’t sleep for hours. A part of me - a big part of me - waited for Jack to come into my bedroom and make passionate love to me one last time, but unfortunately that never happened.
It seemed I had just fallen asleep when the alarm on my phone woke me up the next morning. I groggily made my way to the bathroom, took a shower, and changed into jeans and a fresh tee shirt. I scanned my room quickly for any items I might have forgotten before dragging my suitcase and backpack with me downstairs.
Everyone was already up. Mom was busy making waffles and eggs. Dad and Jack were drinking coffee and talking. Jack looked up and smiled at me. Our eyes met, and I came close to breaking our secrecy and running to his arms. I missed his kiss, his touch, and my heart ached at being so close to him yet, somehow, so far. As much as I wanted to snuggle against his hard body, I could not do that in front of my parents. They would have been shocked, and I did not want our last family time to be riddled with confusion and questions. Someday I might tell them about Jack, but this was definitely not the time.
So it was with a heavy heart that I sat down and ate breakfast with the three most significant people in my life. I smiled, chatted, joked, and tried to put on a good face, but when dad and I were ready to go and I said my goodbyes I couldn’t stop the tears. Mom broke out in tears too, and both my parents hugged me and tried to comfort me. I looked over my dad’s shoulder at Jack, who stood silently to the side, his eyes welling up as well.
I put my luggage in the back, got in the car, and I waved to mom and Jack as we pulled away, thinking it might be the last time I would ever see Jack again.
Thank goodness I was wrong.
10
C
afe
Kate
Three Months Later
The frigid New York wind cut through the four layers of clothing I had on. NYU was everything I had dreamed of and more, but I somehow never got used to the biting cold.
The cafe across from the campus had quickly become my favorite hangout, and not just for the strong java they served. The warm, cozy atmosphere, with pictures of various lakeside docks pinned to the walls, somehow reminded me of home.
I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as I stepped inside, the heated cafe a warm welcome. I ordered my standard latte and walked to my favorite booth toward the back. I set my backpack on the chair across from me, took off my gloves, and removed my wool jacket. Sitting down, I took a sip of my coffee while I checked my phone.
No new message.
It had been two days since I heard from Jack, and I was starting to worry. We had kept in touch, texting each other constantly since I left for college as well as sending each other letters.
Letters!
It was Jack who suggested it. He was intrigued by the story of the Japanese couple we met and he wanted to start something similar. I texted the address of the dorm I was staying in and I got my first letter a week later. It was three pages long, and I must have read it five times in a row as I soaked in the words and memorized every sentence. I even kept it under my pillow when I slept, its presence next to me making it feel like a live extension to the man I love.
Jack opened a P.O. Box near him, and we had exchanged dozens of letters since. I believed it was the power of those letters, more than the texting or phone calls, that kept us close despite the distance between us. Some of his letters were hot love notes detailing all the things he wanted to do to me, causing me to play with myself more than once until I trembled, convulsed, and exploded in a wet mess on my bed.
The others were a combination of chronological daily events and deep personal introspections. He started writing again, and he had just published his first science fiction novella on Amazon as a Kindle book, and it was doing surprisingly well.
In his last letter he mentioned he had found a new job and he was in the process of finally moving out of my parent’s home and into his own place, and that he might not be able to write to me or text as much until he got settled, but I never expected total silence from him.
Taking a deep breath, the concern for his safety creeping up my spine, I texted him once more.
Hey, have not heard from u, everything ok?
I placed the phone down and tried to enjoy my coffee while I observed the ebb and flow of people coming in and out of the cafe. The double buzz of my phone surprised me, my heart skipping a beat as I grabbed it and stared at the screen.
Hey babe, the message said.
OMG Jack! R U ok? I replied, my fingers flying across the virtual keys.
I’m fine, babe. Sry about the late reply
Thank goodness, was worried sick
I’m back, all settled in. Miss u
Miss u too, I replied, sighing with relief.
How’s school?
Busy as usual. Did u move near home?
No, it’s quite far
Started ur job yet?
No, Monday
Good luck
Thanks babe
I looked out the window, my heart aching. I missed Jack more than I cared to admit. It was scary in a way, to be so attached to a single person, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Memories of that one day we spent together kept looping in my head, and even now, after so many months apart, I still get wet thinking about it.
Something tugged at the fringe of my mind, just out of reach. I scowled as I tried to grasp what it was, but the more I focused, the further it retreated into the shadows.
R u going back home to your parents for the holidays?
Will u be there?
No
Then probably not
Too far?
Yeah
The thing that eluded me suddenly came into focus. It was a sporadic pinging sound, coming from somewhere behind me. Someone else’s phone, but the pinging seemed to coincide with our texting.
Funny, could hear someone’s phone beeping behind me
Really?
Yeah, it’s making a sound same time we’re texting
Haha, that’s funny
I know, weird.
I paused, cocking my head at the panel separating me from the person behind me, listening intently. It was quiet. With my ear plastered to the wooden panel, I continued my texting.
Jack?
Ping.
Yeah?
Jack?
Ping.
Yes Kate?
Goosebumps spread across my arms, and the hair at the back of my neck tingled.
Where r u now?
Ping.
At a coffee shop
In Oregon?
Ping.
No, babe, I’m in New York, found a job here
With my heart pounding in my chest, I licked my lips and spoke softly.
“Jack?”
I heard the seat behind me squeak as someone shifted.
“Hi, Kate.”
“Oh my god, Jack!”
I got up, spun around, and found Jack looking at me with a big grin on his face.
“Hey, babe, miss me?”
“Goddamn you, Jack,” I said as he stood up and wrapped me tightly around his strong arms. I cried and laughed and we hugged and kissed, and kissed some more, unable to let go of each other. When we finally separated I studied the face of the man I had been dreaming about for so long. He looked even hotter, if that was even possible.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were moving to New York?”
Jack shrugged. “At first I wasn’t sure I would get the job, and when I did it kind of all happened so fast.” He gave me a sly smile. “Also, I wanted to surprise you.”
“Damn you, Jack, I was freakin worried!”
“Sorry,” he said, giving me another long kiss. “Won’t happen again.”
“It better not!”
“So where’s your dorm?”
“A couple of blocks away. What about you? Where are you staying?”
“I found a small studio apartment just down the street.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. I don’t want to be away from you ever again, so I got a place as near to your school as I possibly could. Wanna check it out?”
“Now? I can’t. I’ve got classes.”
“Cut class,” Jack said, his hand dropping to my ass and giving it a big squeeze, to the amusement of the people around us. “I need you now, babe,” he whispered in my ear.
I looked into his eyes, saw the urgency in them, and nodded. We grabbed our stuff, suited up, and once again I stepped bravely out into the harsh winter air. This time, though, I did not feel the cold at all. A warmness had spread throughout my body, and as the first snow of the year christened us with powdery flakes, we walked along the sidewalk, hand in hand, and I knew with certainty that everything was going to be just great.
Epilogue
Jack
Five Years Later
The wedding almost didn’t happen.
I had a feeling it wouldn’t go without a hitch, and although I wished I was wrong, I expected there would be problems. The issues weren’t between us. They never were. We’re as madly in love now as the first time we saw each other. No, the problems were external to us. They were more of a series of logistical fuck ups, such as conflicts in the scheduling of the chapel, needing to replace our photographer at the last minute due to an illness, and lots of small fires that together, threatened to turn into a full-blown inferno.
However, in the five years we had known each other, we’d faced a lot of obstacles together. By the time the wedding rolled around we were already seasoned pros at dealing with setbacks. We kept calm, isolated the problems, and tackled them together with a level-headedness that our friends could only envy.
I thought it
turned out pretty good.
We moved back to Oregon shortly after Kate graduated from NYU. We got an apartment near her parents, but not too near. They already knew about us by then, of course. I visited Bob and Nancy sometime during Kate’s third year at the university. Bob and I had a long talk out in his patio, surrounded by at least two dozen bottles of beer. I told him about us, about how we really loved each other and that we had planned on getting married after she was done with her school.
To my surprise, Bob was very understanding. His typical acute senses had actually picked up on something going on between Kate and me the day she left for college, but he didn’t mention anything to me at the time. He trusted me and knew I would let him know when I felt the time was right. Nancy, on the other hand, didn’t approve in the beginning, but with Bob’s patient reasoning she finally came around to accepting our unconventional relationship.
We got married in the same chapel Kate used to attend from when she was a little girl. It was a small wedding, with only a handful of relatives and closest friends. The post-wedding reception was held at the Japanese restaurant where we made love. The sweet owners of the restaurant, Harumi and Hiroshi, had become good friends of ours, and they closed the entire restaurant to the public even though our little party didn’t quite fill up the entire place.
Bob and Nancy gave us a two week, all expenses paid trip to Hawaii as their wedding present, and we left the following day for our honeymoon. As our plane approached the Hawaiian islands strung out like pearls amidst the azure Pacific Ocean, we held hands, smiled at each other, and looked forward to an exciting new phase in our lives.
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