“You have no idea how badly I needed that.” He confessed between kisses. We lay on the bed as two lovers, gently kissing each other, and feeling each other’s skin. “You’re so beautiful, Sandy, you’re just so beautiful.” His body was exactly the same, but his demeanor was different. His words seemed to come from a different man.
As the intensity of our kissing picked up, I noticed that another thing hadn’t changed. He was still hard. It was almost imperceptible at first, but eventually a pattern emerged. He was beginning to make love to me again. And while the kitchen seemed so wonderful, but so wrong, this started feeling perfect.
We engaged in a form of lovemaking that every human has enjoyed, that older couples are known for, that the religious might be limited to. I felt him reach parts of me I didn’t know existed, and I felt I was reaching parts of him he didn’t know existed. The words we shared, when we shared them, were familiar, loving. Our bodies matched each other’s, and just before we came together, he lifted one of my legs to ensure that we couldn’t get any closer.
We simply kissed as he softened within me, and I think we were both sad to hear him whisper the words, “I have to go now.” I stood by him as he dressed, and walked him to the door. It was not one of my more graceful moments, as we were both aware that evidence of our love was flowing from my body.
“Sandy?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you at 3:30.” And with that he left me alone in the kitchen, alone with my thoughts, and new memories.
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I was prepared for him when he came back, but not in the way he expected. Having had time to think, and feeling the intensity of the experience, I knew I had to end it already.
“Hey, Sandy.”
“Hey, hun, we have to talk.”
“Sure, but can we do it in 10 minutes? I’m going to use your shower first.”
He walked right past me before I could stop him. Still, I could use the extra few minutes to prepare myself. He would just have to understand that this was a one-time thing.
He called from the bedroom. “My God, girl, you make everything look great!” I knew he must have been flattering me, because I dressed for the breakup. An old concert tee-shirt and jean shorts is not exactly fashionable!
“Get in here.” I should have called him to the kitchen, but I followed his voice to the bedroom. He was naked.
“You were awesome, Sandy. I loved every minute of this morning. You’re probably having doubts, but I’m not. Sit on the bed.” I complied. He moved in close, placed his hand on my head, and gently rocked his hips back and forth.
His penis began to grow and swing from side to side, and I watched as he spoke. “I need all of you, Sandy. And I need it every day.” His swinging brought his penis closer and closer to my lips, and the gentle tug of his hand made his intentions clear.
“Look, I don’t think …” I wasn’t able to finish my sentence as the head of his penis rested on my lips. “Sorry, Sandy, my mistake. Now what were you saying?”
“I was trying to say …” And then his penis interrupted me again. I looked up at him, and him down at me. I should have been furious, but I laughed. And when I did, he pushed his head into my mouth.