“I have a new request. Never let me spend the night away from you. I hate it.” I placed my hands on her face and kissed her softly. “I absolutely fucking hate it.”
She stared at me like I’d grown a third eye. “But the others…”
“There are no others. Not that matter. All that matters to me is in this room right now.” I glanced over at Beth who was waiting patiently.
“Tell me. Tell me you’ll do everything you can to make sure we never sleep apart.”
She moved away from me for a second, and I was worried. But she just lowered her arms and let the robe fall from her shoulders. She took my hands in hers, and moving backward, drew me to our bed. She reclined in her usual spot, opening her arms and legs for me, pulling my hand, guiding me on top of her.
Our good-hearted 18 year old roomie simply had to get involved. She moved toward Debbie and reached out for my hardness, guiding me toward Debbie’s warm entrance.
With the head lodged in her opening, I paused. “Tell me, Debbie.”
“Never again,” she whispered, and I saw tears in her eyes.
“Never again, what?” I asked softly.
“Never. Never again. Never will I let you go.” Her soft voice got stronger, a hint of anger and determination rising in it. “Never again. You will always come home to me. Always.” She glanced over at Beth, and reached out for her, pulling her close. “Always come home to us.”
My back was trembling a bit, from holding myself off of her, the head of my eager cock nudging at her, but no more. I pressed a little harder. “I need you Debbie. I need you now.”
“I’m yours, Jack,” she said softly, “always.”
I thrust into her slowly and firmly, a gentle act of merging, slowly filling her, until I could go no further. I leaned down and kissed her lips, closing my eyes and uniting us as completely as possible.
I held her and slowly fucked her, luxuriating in that miraculous feeling around my cock. After only a minute or two, she was pressing back against me, meeting me. My eyes were locked on hers, gazing into those trusting, beautiful eyes.
Sweet Beth wasn’t inactive. She was holding her roomie, one arm around her shoulders, caressing her, toying with Debbie’s breasts.
I stared at the phenomenal beauty below me. I’d been away from her for nearly a full week. I thought about the Spanish icon I’d left behind, and mentally kicked myself. What had I been thinking? She was amazing, yes, and exotic, and opened the doors to a world that would otherwise be forever closed to me. And yet I knew if she was in the room with me now, I wouldn’t give her a second look.
Debbie was my soul-mate. Had I actually considered, even for the most fleeting of moments, a life without her?
I knew it now. I loved being with Beth. Sweet, pretty, young Beth who had given me her most precious of gifts, and continued to, even now understanding the need for Debbie and I to be together. But I was in love with Debbie. Totally, completely and desperately.
Looking at Debbie watching me, I recalled that moment of hesitation, when she stood beside the bed. I had lost part of her, through my idiocy.