A lonely man and a teenage girl teach each other about lust, love, and loss.
[Part 4 concludes our story as the fantasy world we’ve built finally crumbles.]
The last week passed in a whirlwind of finals for Niki while I moped around the house trying not to dwell on the future. We managed to squeeze in a few love-making sessions in the evenings which was a great stress reliever for both of us. It was Friday evening, Niki’s last day of school, and we had just finished some celebration sex when a call came in from Heather.
It was a bit nerve-wracking since we were both naked in Niki’s bed as she answered her cell. Would Heather be able to tell something was different? I needn’t have worried. Heather was calling to report the sad news that her mom had died an hour ago and her long suffering was finally over. Niki held up well having anticipated this call for weeks.
“Mom says she will be home a week from tomorrow. She has to arrange a funeral and wants me to fly out next week to attend. I’m sad but maybe not as sad as I thought I’d be. But my head is full with all these feelings and it’s a little overwhelming.”
We laid back down and I took her into my arms cradling her against my body. We just held each other not saying a word. But soon I felt her trembling and warm tears on my cheek as she succumbed to her grief and cried for her dead grandmother and perhaps a little bit for us.
Saturday dawned sunny and bright and with school out for summer, I wanted to celebrate and hopefully lift Niki’s mood. As a treat, I took Niki and her girlfriends out for a nice dinner at a popular Mexican restaurant. We all had a great time with plate-loads of different Mexican treats and a pitcher of sangria for myself. For the girls, it was virgin cocktails all around and Becca decided to make a toast.
“Here’s to making it through another year of academics and sports and school romances. And our little group all being lucky enough to have been invited to prom.” She paused looking each of her friends in the eye before saying, “Hopefully we all left our dates with blue balls and kept our chastity intact as we saved ourselves for junior year. I raise my virgin drink to our virgin gaggle of hotties and want you to all know I love you!”
I saw Niki look at me around the side of her glass as she toasted to her virginity. Raising the drink to her lips she sipped and then favored me with her secret smile. Our relationship remained private and hopefully would stay that way.
Back at home that night, Niki was restless. Her mom would arrive in a few days and I imagined she was stressed out about all the changes coming. Even under normal circumstances after several months of living in another house, there’d be an adjustment back to normal life with her mom. And these of course had been anything but normal circumstances. Maybe she was feeling a little scared about keeping our secret or maybe it was knowing our time together was ending. Regardless she was pacing like a caged tigress.
“A penny for your thoughts,” I offered for what might be the last time.
“Ugh!” She hollered. “I’m getting sick of that line! Can’t you come up with something from this century?”
“Sorry, babe. What’s on your mind? Can I help in any way?”
“No! You can’t help. No one can help. Mom is coming home, I’ll have to leave, and all our fun will have to stop. You have a fix for that?”
Warning Will Robinson. Minefield ahead!
“I understand honey, I really do. But I promise you that with time you’ll be able to focus on other stuff and look forward to your future. And don’t forget, your mom is going to need you for a while. You know what it’s like to lose a parent. It’s not any easier for her just because she’s older.”
She looked startled at my comment. “Stupid me! I forgot how much mom must be hurting. Here I am being selfish and I forgot that mom is going to be sad when she comes home. It will be a lot to handle helping mom with her grief while I mourn a loss I can’t even tell her about. Life sucks!”
“You’re not stupid in the least nor are you being selfish. It would be a lot to handle for anyone, especially for a girl your age. And don’t forget, your mom and I are friends so I will be there to help support both of you as long as you want me to.”
That seemed to calm her a bit and she headed off to her room to listen to music. I felt like we had dodged a bullet but that the clip still had plenty of rounds left to fire. I flipped on the TV hoping that she would eventually join me for what had become a rare occurrence lately, our foot massage. I waited for about an hour before I heard her raised voice coming from the bedroom. Within minutes she came storming out and flopped on the sofa. But a foot massage was the last thing on her mind.
“Sounded like you were upset with someone,” I said.
“Yeah, my mom and I got into an argument. She just let me know that while she was out with grandmom she started seeing this guy.” She grabbed one of the throw pillows pulling it tightly to her chest. “That made me mad because my dad has only been gone for a few years. She tried to calm me down but I just got madder. Part of it was me being mad at myself for not wanting to share her with anyone else. You know how it is.”
“Ouch! I know that was tough to hear. And all that on top of everything else you’re dealing with. But I know you know that your mom deserves another chance at love. Everyone needs to have that opportunity to be happy again.”
“Of course you’re right. I know that. But why does she get to be with the man she wants but I can’t be with you? Wait, don’t answer. I know it’s a stupid question. Just ignore me; I’m being a bitch.”
“Well bitchy or not,” I said as soothingly as I could, “you have every right to be flustered by the news since it impacts you too. But just be cool about it for now and see how things develop. Your mom met this guy a thousand miles from home and what are the odds he would even follow her here? That’s a big ask for anyone.”
“Listen,” she replied, “let’s drop the subject. I came out here for another reason.”
“Fine by me, what’s on your mind?”
“I have all of this emotion and energy boiling inside me. It’s a whole lot of stuff including Becca’s stupid comment today about us all being virgins. I mean she’s the one who said she’d done sex before and now she comes clean? And there I sit with my lover three feet from me having to keep my face blank and not give anything away.”
She twisted in her seat to look directly at me. “So here’s what I want. I want to fuck. I want to F. U. C. K! I don’t want to make love. I don’t want a lot of foreplay or to cuddle afterward. I want to fuck your hard cock and flush out all of my anger. Can you do that for me?”
Gee, let me think. “Of course Niki, I’ll do whatever you ask. Fucking is a great way to relieve stress and like I said a few weeks back, it’s the flip side of the same coin.”
“Thanks,” she said almost demurely for such an explosive topic, “can we do it now?”
I stood over where she sat and hoisted her from the sofa. She was light as a feather and I lifted her easily and walked rapidly to my bedroom. There I threw her on the bed and stripped off all of my clothes throwing them to the floor.
“You want to be fucked?” I said with a deep growl. “Well then strap in missy for the ride of your young life.”
She looked a bit frightened never having seen this side of me before. But her eyes were bright with interest wondering how this would play out. My erection was already at half-mast anticipating what was about to happen. I jumped on the bed next to her and tugged off her sneaks and socks leaving her barefoot. She started to unbutton her shorts.
“No!” I almost yelled. “I will undress you when I see fit. For now, you just lay there and follow directions!”
She immediately halted movement as she tried to grapple with her emotions. I could see she was wondering if this was such a good idea and perhaps how she might call it off. But I didn’t give her time to think. I grabbed her naked foot in my hands and began massaging and kissing it. Up and down her foot I kissed suckling her toes and rubbing her sole with my thumbs.
“Young lady, we haven’t had many foot massages lately and I miss them!”
I continued to rub and massage both feet until I could see she had relaxed a bit. Laying down next to her I took her face in my hands and kissed her hard on the lips. Without waiting, my tongue forced past her teeth caressing her mouth from the inside. She liked this and soon was holding on to me with both hands pulling me closer.
My hands caressed her body as we continued to kiss. I massaged down her back and over her tight firm ass squeezing her cheeks through the thin fabric of her shorts. Sliding my hand over her hip I dipped it between her thighs forcing them open. Fingers tickled her crotch forcing her shorts into the cleft of her pussy. Covering her mound with my palm I gently squeezed forcing a moan from her lips as she begged me to remove her clothing. Soon my love, soon…
Moving my hand upward I slid under her shirt feeling the smooth warm skin of her belly. Fingertips tickled her belly button before moving along to the edge of her bra pausing to rub her nipples through the sheer fabric. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing sped up anticipating my next move. Slipping under the elastic band of her bra my hand made full contact with her warm breast and squeezed.
The squirming of her body told me she was enjoying the massage but she had asked for minimal foreplay so this needed to be brief. Sliding my hand across both bare breasts I rubbed her nipples and pinched feeling them get even harder. Satisfied I moved quickly down to the waistband of her shorts slipping my hand underneath her panties seeking her private place. My fingers slid across her baby smooth pussy finding her soft lips. I dipped my fingertips into her velvet crease feeling the wetness and heat and I knew she was ready.
“Okay, love. You wanted to fuck, so get ready,” I said using my most sinister voice.
“Can I take off my clothes now?“ she asked tentatively. “My panties are soaking wet and my juices are dripping down my ass crack.”
“I will undress you,” I said forcefully. “Now raise your arms over your head.”
I pulled off her shirt and she lay before me in just a pretty lavender bra and jogging shorts. I allowed a few seconds to drink in the view before unclasping her bra and slipping the dainty garment off her shoulders. No matter how often I saw her breasts, it was always a heart-stopping moment. They are the perfect size and shape for her body and so youthfully firm and supple. And the contrast of her puffy darkened areolas and pinkish nipples always made me rock hard.
Seizing the opportunity, I leaned over taking her nipple into my mouth. My warm wet tongue moved from nipple to nipple caressing each as she moaned and gyrated her hips. Both nipples were fully erect now and hard enough to cut diamonds. With the gentlest of touches, my teeth bit each nipple just enough to cause slight pain. We were nearing the moment of truth.
Moving down to her abdomen I grabbed the elastic waistband of her jogging shorts and pulled them off her hips and down her long legs tossing them to the floor. Before me, Niki lay on full display dressed only in the tiniest of sheer white G-string panties. The fabric had become nearly transparent from all the juices flowing from her pussy. I couldn’t help but pause to admire the stunning view of this sexy teen.
Through her panties, I could easily see her labia and even a bit of darkening around her clitoral hood. And of course, the striking red fuzzy landing strip extending upward from under her G-string. Cupping my hand over her wet mound I massaged using my thumb to tease her clitoris. Niki was now thrusting her hips trying to increase the pressure from my hand, but I kept backing off maintaining the lightest of contact.
“Bastard!” I heard her moan through pursed lips.
That was my cue. With one sudden motion, I grabbed the edge of her panties and ripped them off her body. The fabric tore easily with the thin string waistband breaking first allowing me to pull the entire garment out from between her legs. Now Niki was completely nude and I could see how engorged her labia had become from all of the stimulation. Even her inner lips which normally were small seemed to have swelled enough to peek out of her cleft.
“Oh!” I heard her exclaim in surprise. “That felt fucking nasty!”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” I growled back at her. “It makes me horny as all fuck.”
By now my cock was so hard you could have balanced a boulder on it.
“Open your legs for me, baby girl. Time to fuck!”
Her legs spread wide, bare feet hovering in the air. My body moved between them roughly pushing her thighs farther apart. I grabbed my shaft and rubbed the head along the cleft of her pussy, the warmth and wetness sending shivers through my body. Pre-cum mingled with Niki’s juices making the entrance to her vagina slippery and ready for me.
Without waiting I thrust my hips and pushed my cockhead into her tight hot fuckhole. Her vagina became distended as it stretched to accommodate the fat dome of my glans. Seeing her vagina engulfing my cock was so erotic that I had to force myself to slow down. As my cockhead slipped fully inside her I immediately felt the welcoming warm squeeze.
“Ahhhh, I love this part,” she whispered.
But this was just the appetizer. Tonight was going to be different. Using short strokes I rubbed my glans in and out of her tight hole never going farther in than an inch or two. While this small motion felt fantastic to me, Niki wanted more. Every time I pulled back out she complained.
“You’re killing me! I want you inside my pussy. Why do you keep pulling it out?”
“Patience my love,” I said very softly, “the best part is about to happen.”
I continued my shallow stroking for another minute before pulling out completely. This was difficult to do as every fiber of my body was begging to bury my cock to the hilt. And I knew she wanted the same so the next part had to happen quickly.
“Okay,” I said loudly, “I want you to get up, turn around, and get on your hands and knees with your ass facing me.”
She did as I asked but her movements were very slow, almost as if she were reluctant to comply.
“Listen, I know I said I wanted it rough tonight. But I don’t think I’m in the mood for anal if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Nope, not anal. Tonight I’m going to fuck you doggy style. I assume you know what that is?”
“Sort of,” she said with some hesitation, “I think I’ve seen it online where the guy enters the girl from behind?”
“Yes, exactly right. This position allows the man’s cock to go even deeper and has the added benefit of freeing my hands up to roam around your body. Since the angle is reversed the sensation can be very different. Now lower your head to the bed and stick your ass up in the air.”
As she got into position I smacked her butt cheek hard before leaning in and kissing the same spot. Pleasure and pain. With her ass in the air, I was presented with an entirely new view. The tight pucker of her anus pointed almost upward while the wet crease of her sex was perfectly level with my throbbing cock. I grabbed my shaft and rubbed my cockhead up and down her slippery warm folds. Her pussy caressed my glans like warm honey sending little jolts of electricity through my body. Positioning the tip against her vagina I pushed forward burying half my length into her heat with a single stroke.
Normally I would pause at this point letting her vaginal muscles adjust to the intrusion. But tonight we were fucking so I pushed again until most of my cock was buried deep inside her. I felt my glans bump up against her rubbery cervix and my shaft was assaulted with pleasure from all sides. She was still as tight and warm and wet as any pussy I had ever fucked and had death visited me at that moment, it would have taken a happy man.
“Oh my!” she called out at the sudden intrusion.
Niki was used to me being gentler and so was caught off-guard by my rough action. I began a slow rhythm pulling out almost as far as I could go before plunging deep inside again. My longer stroke increased the sensation for both of us and her body quivered under the assault. I grabbed her hips to provide leverage and continued fucking her for several minutes just enjoying the tightness and heat. Niki was making little moans with each inward thrust so I decided to speed up the pace.
I slid my hands under her body and fondled her hanging breasts. In this position, they hung freely gyrating from the movement of our bodies. Each hand was able to massage an entire breast and allowed my palms to rub her stiff nipple peaks. Moving to second gear my pace increased ramming my cock hard into her tight wet pussy. Niki’s hand moved between her legs and pawed roughly at her clit heightening her sensation.
Her loud moans combined with my grunting and the slap of balls against her thighs were the only sounds in the otherwise quiet room. Whatever music had been playing earlier had ended replaced now by the music of our fucking. I should probably record this. ‘The music of fucking’ would make a great download!
“Oh, god, I’m getting close,” she managed to say between deep breaths.
My orgasm was building rapidly but I wanted to hold off and wait for Niki. My mind tried to focus on other distractions like the fact that my groin and thighs were soaked with our love juices. I also wondered if her cervix could be injured from the pounding it was receiving. In this position, she was arching her pussy into my crotch trying to force me in even deeper. As sexy and erotic as this was, there was nowhere left for my cock to go.
Despite my effort to delay, my orgasm exploded with pleasure and impulsively I grabbed both of Niki’s nipples and pinched them hard enough to hurt. This pushed her over the edge as her orgasm swept her away. Her vagina clamped down hard on my cock and spasmed as it tried to milk me of my seed. We were still thrusting at each other as a blast of hot jizz exploded from my penis bathing her velvet tunnel in baby juice. Over and over I spurted ropes of semen until it felt like all my bodily fluids had been drained. As my orgasm waned I realized I could hear a faint voice.
“So good. So good. So fucking good!” Niki said over and over as she rode her wave to the end.
I smiled to myself pleased that her experience had been good. My thrusts slowed to a leisurely pace so I could try and keep the feeling going as long as possible. My cock was only dribbling semen now but my erection was still as hard as when we had started. Holding her hips I slowly rocked back and forth thoroughly enjoying the feel of my cock sliding through her warm wetness.
“Oh! Stop! Too sensitive. Gonna scream. Please stop!” she called out.
I stopped all motion holding my cock buried deep inside her vagina. I could still feel her muscles caressing my length trying to extract every drop I had to give. This was different since she’d never complained about sensitivity after an orgasm before. Perhaps the new position and the hotter actions of fucking awakened something inside her.
We were both breathing hard and dripping sweat. It was warm in the room and I felt a need to separate to cool off. But I didn’t want to slide my cock out fearing she was still too sensitive. So I waited, holding her hips and watching her back heave as she tried to regain her breath and calm her heartbeat. Much too soon my cock began to soften and slowly slip out of her. As it did, we both felt a gush of warm fluid pour out of her vagina onto our thighs.
“Well I don’t know about you young lady, but I feel well fucked. I hope it was good for you too.”
She said nothing for many seconds simply kneeling silently with her eyes closed. Seeing how relaxed and still she was, I thought she might have fallen asleep. But then she stirred.
“I sir, call this a complete success. I feel freshly fucked and it’s wonderful beyond belief. It never ceases to amaze me how many different ways I can cum. I can’t even remember what I was all stressed about earlier.”
“Yep, fucking can have that effect on a person. Great way to wipe the slate clean.”
“Speaking of wiping things clean, it seems like we made a real mess of your bed. Talk about sleeping in the wet spot!”
“No worries,” I said and laughed. “Even if I have to buy a new bed, fucking you was worth it.”
There was nowhere dry to lay so we got up and took a shower together. Cleaning the bed would have to wait.
With the end so near Niki and I made sure to have sex every day and some days even twice. Sometimes she wanted tenderness and other times she wanted raw animal passion. Something had awakened inside my young lover and she liked this new side of herself. Again she could see the power women held and was practicing her new techniques on me. I was happy to oblige her every desire though after nearly a week of constant sex my cock needed a break.
Thursday arrived and we made love that morning before her flight to attend her grandmother’s funeral. Knowing it was probably our last time together we went slowly savoring every second. Afterward, we cuddled for a long time and talked about nothing in particular. Soon it was time for her to leave and as I had done a lifetime ago, I drove her to the airport and handed her off to security. Back home I pulled out a bottle of scotch and without any shame got blind-assed drunk.
Saturday rolled around and I’d agreed to pick Heather and Niki up at the airport. Over the past two days, both women had sent a few texts letting me know that things were going as well as could be expected. So I was quite unprepared for what transpired upon their arrival home.
As they exited the terminal doors I tooted my horn and waved. Niki was carrying her backpack and Heather was struggling with two big suitcases. Something was up as Niki was making no attempt to help her mom and had left Heather behind as she ran to my car. Niki opened the door, tossed in the backpack, and jumped in without saying a word. I had a million questions but they would have to wait as I got out to go help her mom. Heather looked upset as did Niki so something bad had gone down.
Climbing back in the car I asked, “Hi ladies, is everything okay? You both look upset.”
“Sorry,” Heather said not hiding her anger. “It’s been a hell of a few months and Niki is not making it any easier. But can we wait until we get home? I’m exhausted.”
“Certainly, whatever is best. I didn’t mean to pry.”
Her demeanor softened. “I’m sorry too. You deserve better. You stepped in when we needed you and I’m acting like a bitch. I’ll explain it all later today.”
We drove home pretty much in silence. I tried to make small talk but no one else was interested. Both declined my offer to buy lunch so home we went. I pulled into Heather’s driveway and carried her cases into the house. I didn’t hang around since neither looked like they wanted company.
“How about Niki and I come by around seven o’clock so she can collect her stuff and I can fill you in?”
“That works for me. I’m a good listener and I imagine you have a lot on your mind.”
I spent the next few hours straightening up and eating a quick dinner. I had no appetite and the food was tasteless. What could have happened between them in only two days? Does Heather suspect something? Did she see a change in her daughter? Does it have anything to do with Heather’s new guy? Being in love with Niki and fond of her mother, it saddened me to think the two were at odds. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be anything serious.
The doorbell rang a little after seven and I hurried to let them in. Whatever was brewing between them was still hot as Niki pushed past me and ran to her room to pack. Heather came in and I offered her some wine. I poured two glasses and we went out to the patio to talk. She looked around the yard admiringly.
“What you’ve created is quite beautiful back here. Over the months Niki sent me pictures of the landscaping changes but they didn’t do justice to all this.”
“Niki has been a great help. She has a keen eye for color and pushed me out of my comfort zone to try new ideas. See that rock waterfall by the pond?” I pointed to the corner of the yard. “All Niki’s idea. And she’s not shy to put in the work. Many a day she busted her little butt helping me.”
Heather smiled. The first I had seen since she arrived home. “Now if only we could direct her energy to help me with housework!”
“So,” I asked, “I take it something happened these past few days to put you two at odds?”
Heather took a long swallow of wine before answering, “There’s no easy way to say this. I know it will impact many people, mostly Niki and her friends. But I’ve decided to sell my house and move out west to live in my mom’s house. The house where I grew up.”
I was stunned. Of all the scenarios rolling through my brain, this wasn’t even a possibility.
“Oh.” Was all I could manage to say.
She went on, “Mom’s house is bigger and has a huge backyard and the neighborhood is mostly youngish with a lot of teens. And there is a great girls' school Niki can attend. She of course hates the idea and I really can understand why. She’s going to be junior in a few months and losing her school and friends must feel like the end of the world.”
“Yeah, for a teen her whole world is built on social interaction. Losing that must feel like she’s being punished. But Niki is bright and resilient and kids are flexible. Eventually it will work out,” I said with more positivity than I felt.
Inwardly I felt crushed. I knew that with Heather’s return my relationship with Niki had to go back to being just neighbors, but I thought at least I would still get to see her grow and mature. Now it was all being taken away. No wonder Niki was devastated.
“And get this,” Heather said sarcastically. “Niki begged me to ask if she could live with you just until she graduates. Can you believe this child? Like I’m going to abandon my daughter for two years just so she can be with her school friends? And she’s not even considering the burden it would be asking you to take on.”
I had to stop myself from blurting out that I would let Niki live with me forever. Saying that would surely set off some warning bells for Heather possibly cracking our relationship wide open for all to see. I couldn’t go anywhere near a comment like that.
Instead, I said, “It’s understandable because she’s desperate. She’s facing a loss and this is her trying to bargain it away. Give it time and she’ll eventually get on board. It might be rough for a while, but she’s a great kid and one day will understand why this is best.”
We sat for a few more minutes chatting when Heather got a text. As she read it I saw her frown.
“Crap. The text is from Niki. She’s letting me know that her packing is finished and she’s already back home. I apologize for her rudeness after all you’ve done for us.”
“Please,” I said as neutrally as I could, “don’t even worry about it. We said our goodbyes when I dropped her off at the airport the other day; nothing further is needed. She was a great houseguest and helper.”
We said our goodbyes and Heather headed back home. After washing the wine glasses I walked to Niki’s bedroom and the emptiness drove a spike into my gut. All of the drawers were empty and the bed was stripped and remade. All of her photos and trinkets were gone and the room looked as forlorn as a tomb.
I opened the closet and saw a tangle of empty hangers save for one. One hanger was pushed to the side and from it hung a pair of dainty bikini panties. They were pure white with little lavender teddy bears all over them. Hoping against hope I lifted them off the hanger and held them to my nose. With tears in my eyes, I inhaled deeply and savored the sweet musky scent of Niki’s sex. Goodbye my darling Niki…
Time passed and by mid-summer Heather had sold the house and her move was scheduled for the following week. She told me Niki had been making the rounds of her friends saying goodbye and slowly adjusting to the change in her life. I grimaced at her words knowing that Niki had not visited me once during these weeks and barely had said hello. Hopefully she did not blame me for this upheaval perhaps thinking I should have somehow intervened. But what could I have done to change things?
As the days counted down I fretted over what I should do. Should I text her? Should I ask to meet her somewhere? They were leaving tomorrow and the thought of not getting a chance to say goodbye was heart-wrenching. But I was frozen with indecision. I had just reached the point where knocking on Heather’s door seemed the only option when my doorbell chimed.
I opened the door and there she was. As beautiful, sexy, and radiant as the day I first saw her. She was dressed simply in a peach-colored halter top over a pair of faded denim cutoffs. Her feet wore sandals and I could see that she had polished fingers and toes with the same pale lavender shade she had worn for prom.
“Niki!” I said excitedly. “I didn’t think you were going to say goodbye before you left. Can you come in for a bit?”
She smiled that dazzling heart-melting smile and stepped inside. Without saying a word she hugged me hard burying her head into my shoulder. We stood for a moment enjoying the warmth of the embrace before she allowed me to lead her to the living room.
“I wanted to say goodbye a thousand times,” she said with an ache in her voice. “But I knew saying the words would make it all too real and I couldn’t bear that. My heart is breaking knowing I may never see you again. If I wasn’t moving, at least we could’ve still been close friends.”
“Niki, my precious Niki. Words fail me for the depth of pain I feel at losing you. I too thought we’d still be neighbors and I could be a part of your life if only on the outside. But as hard as this is, change is a part of life and all you can do is adapt and survive. Besides, we can still be social media friends if you want.”
“I would like that,” she said softly. “Did you get the present I left you in the closet? I wore those panties for two days just to make sure you would have a part of me to remember.”
“Yes, I found them. Thank you for the gift. But there is no chance I will ever forget you. My heart will forever hold the memory of you and the time we had together.”
Hearing my words I saw a tear run down her cheek and I realized I was about to cry too.
“Well,” I said trying to prevent this from becoming a tear fest, “what would you like to do for our last time together? Maybe a final foot massage?”
She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand and said, “Um…” She paused and took in two deep breaths before continuing. “I was thinking… Could we make love once more before I leave? I told my mom I was making one last swing by my friends to say goodbye so I have a few hours.”
Indecision hit me. Do we dare do this with Heather right next door? We’d been so safe, managing to keep our secret from everyone. Is once more too much risk? My heart and cock decided for me.
“I would love that,” I said with a sad smile, “any time with you is magical.”
We stood and I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom.
In this story, I’ve described our sex play in much detail, but this time the pain was just too raw. This last encounter remains private for Niki and me alone. We did spend several wonderful hours together and while it was sweet and loving, it was also sad and bittersweet. The majority of those final hours were spent just hugging each other in post-coital bliss trying to keep time from passing.
But time is a thief, and as it always does it stole from us, and eventually Niki had to leave. At my door, we embraced one last time and I kissed her as deeply and soulfully as I could. As I watched her walk down the driveway I hurt with the knowledge that it could be a long while before our paths, once more, had an opportunity to cross. I had no idea it would be fully eight years before I would hug her again.
In the weeks following her move, Niki texted me almost every day letting me know about her life. Once she started her new school, the texts became less frequent as the whirlwind of junior year in a new location filled her days. By the following summer before her senior year, she was texting me once or twice every few months mostly asking how I was doing or if had I seen any of her old girlfriends around the neighborhood. For my part, I went back to my normal life and tried to let Niki live hers. By the middle of her senior year the texts stopped completely and other than social media I was pretty much in the dark.
Heather, bless her, did manage to text me occasionally with news of significant events in their lives. I heard when Niki graduated high school as valedictorian and I even received a few pictures from the big event. That same year Heather married the man she had met while caring for her mom which made me smile.
I eventually learned that Niki had gone away to college in California working on an arts degree. While there she met a guy who according to Heather ‘I would like’ and said the two kids were a good match. After graduating college, Niki got a job as a graphics designer and was now engaged to Mr. Right. As I mentioned somewhere before, time passes.
During the years following Niki, I again tried a few semi-serious relationships but none could hold my attention for long. When I received the invite to Niki’s wedding it took a while before my inner pain lessened and I could rationally look at this as a necessary step in her life. I reserved my flight and made my arrangements fully intending to help her celebrate this new chapter. But life can be cruel and karma can be a bitch when just before the wedding I had to have an emergency appendectomy preventing me from attending the ceremony.
I didn’t hear much more from Heather or Niki after that. I guessed with the big events behind them their old life and neighborhood were only a distant memory. Two years had passed since Niki’s wedding and I had just celebrated my forty-third birthday. I treated myself to some new greenery for the backyard and spent the day toiling in the warm spring sunshine. By late afternoon I had finished my labor and hit the bath to wash away the grime. Showered and dressed I was enjoying a cold beer in the TV room when I heard the chime of my doorbell.
I padded to the front door and swung it open without even bothering to peer through the peephole. Before me stood a young twenty-something woman, smartly dressed, holding what looked to be an expensive leather bag. I was just about to growl that I wasn’t interested in what she was selling when she hit me with that brilliant smile.
Instant recognition flooded over me. Those amazing emerald eyes flecked with gold, the lovely dusting of freckles, and of course her fiery mane of red hair today pulled back into a simple ponytail. For a moment I couldn’t speak and stood frozen just staring. I was trying to force words out of my mouth when she came to my rescue.
“Penny for your thoughts stranger?”
My brain finally unlocked.
“Niki!” I almost shouted. “Oh Niki, it’s you! How wonderful it is to see you! How? Why?”
“Why don’t you invite me in and I’ll tell you all about it?” she said with a laugh.
I brought her inside and we hugged somewhat awkwardly. I led her to the kitchen and offered her a seat. She agreed to some wine so I poured two glasses and sat down with her. I had a million questions but I didn’t want to sound like a babbling lunatic so I held my tongue waiting for her to speak.
“The ‘how’ is the easy part,” she said. “My company sent me to a convention near here and I extended my trip a day to visit old friends, and you are my first stop. The ‘why’ is a little more difficult to explain but first tell me how you’ve been all these years.”
I sat looking at this stunning young woman before me. Gone was the teenage cuteness now replaced with a mature beauty. Her hair had darkened several shades tending more towards auburn now. It was still silky and shiny and luxurious in appearance and I noted admiringly that the deepened color befit her maturity. Her skin remained clear and fresh-looking with a bit more color from the California sunshine.
I thought a moment before saying, “I’ve been mostly fine since you moved. I had my consulting work and my gardens and I even dated a bit. I really can’t complain as it’s been a great life, especially the part where you were in it.” I gulped my wine before going on. “I’m so, so sorry I missed your wedding. It broke my heart not to see you on your big day. Tell me, how is your new life doing? New career, new husband, new location…”
I saw a slight cloudiness pass over her face. “Oh, you know. Ups and downs. I mean it all has been exciting and wonderful but my job can be stressful and marriage can be a challenge. I’m working hard to keep it all together but if I’m totally honest I feel pretty happy with my life so far.”
“I’m very glad to hear that. Life, in general, is a series of peaks and valleys and you just need to hold on tight and enjoy the ride.”
We talked and talked for the next hour before the conversation waned. She’d been gone long enough that neither of us knew the current version of each other. So once we covered old ground and poked a bit at the latest info, words became harder to find.
“So,” I began, “when you arrived you told me the ‘how’ but what about the ‘why’ for your visit? I mean visiting old friends is nice and I am deliriously happy to see you again. But it feels like there may be more?”
I watched as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Whatever reason had brought her to my door now seemed to be causing her conflict. I reached out and took her hand in mine and kissed it tenderly.
“We shared a lot,” I said softly. “I’m here for you and happy to listen to whatever you want to say. And if the words are now too uncomfortable and you no longer want to say them, then that’s fine too. I never want to cause you any pain.”
She favored me with another smile though not quite as bright as when she first arrived. She looked pensive and I couldn’t imagine what kind of burden she was carrying.
“I can’t believe I came all this way,” she said timidly, “and now I’m scared to ask and worried you will think I’m that stupid frightened little girl from high school. I’m not, you know. I’m pretty kickass these days. But with you I…”
I had to laugh at her ‘kickass’ statement. “Niki, you were always kickass, even in high school. You were just too young to realize how strong and confident you could be. I saw in you a maturity beyond your tender years and knew that you’d be a force to reckon with one day. I promise I’d never laugh at any serious question you asked.”
I saw her screw up her courage before beginning, “I love being married and I love my husband and I even love my job most days. My sex life is amazing thanks a lot to what you taught me. Of course there was much more to learn and my husband and I have taught each other too. But lately, things have gotten a little routine and since I’m out here I wanted to ask if you and I could make love once more and completely close the circle on our relationship. I realize how crazy this sounds.”
You would think I would be stunned at such a pronouncement, but I wasn’t. What Niki and I once had was deep and meaningful and would always hold a permanent place in our hearts. It didn’t even bother me that I’d be helping her cheat on her husband. I mean what’s a little adultery after months’ worth of illicit underage sex? The real question was whether I wanted to go through the pain of separation again. Making love to her would reopen my emotions and knowing she would then leave again was scary.
“Niki, my dearest heart. I know you must have given this a lot of thought but I need to ask. Are you sure this is what you want to do? Can you live with the guilt afterward?”
At that, her smile lit up her face. “I am very, very sure. I’ve thought about you for years and having another opportunity makes me so happy. As for guilt, I plan to pack that away with the secret you and I share. I’ve never told a soul about us and today will just be another part of our secret to keep.”
I knew I would cave. How could I not? Any opportunity to be with her was like a long drink from a great bottle of French red wine. And as for keeping secrets, I too had many stored deep away in my mental vault.
I stood and took her hand lifting her from the seat. We hugged each other, all signs of our earlier awkwardness gone. I lifted her chin with my fingers and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips rushed up to meet mine and soon our tongues were dancing like old friends. As we embraced I felt her press inward against my erection and gyrate her hips slowly. I moaned into her mouth and squeezed her warm body even tighter to mine. After a few seconds, she broke our kiss and tried to step out of the tangle of arms.
“Sorry,” she panted, already visibly excited. “I can’t crush and wrinkle my clothes. I still have other stops to make and what would the girls think if I showed up looking like I’d been freshly fucked?”
I laughed at the old phrase and let her go saying, “They’d probably be jealous of you. But I get what you mean.”
We headed to the bedroom where she paused and looked around. Not much had changed since her last visit other than the paint color and draperies.
“I like the new look,” she said with admiration. “It’s a great combination of colors and fabrics.”
“I got the ideas from you, my love. This is the color scheme you created during our first visit to the garden center. When I look at it I am reminded of the happiest time of my life. Sappy, I know, but it’s true.”
We decided it was best to disrobe entirely before beginning. I watched as she removed each item of what appeared to be expensive clothing and drape them carefully on the overstuffed armchair. Now in her undies, she was wearing a matching bra and G-string panty set of pure white with delicate lace trim. I noted with great interest that the years had been kind, shaping her body into an even more voluptuous form.
She had grown two inches taller since I last saw her and while still slim her athletic chiseled physique had given way to softness. Her breasts were larger and I could see upturned nipples through the gauzy fabric of her bra. Her stomach was still flat and well defined but had taken on a more feminine shape. Even her hips had more flare to them though her butt remained tight and compact. Through the gauzy G-string, I could see that she had let her bush grow out though it appeared to still be beautifully shaped. All of her, including her manicure and pedicure, looked professionally sculpted and I was glad she had the luxury of pampering herself.
I was out of my clothes in a flash standing there naked as a jay with my cock jutting straight out.
“My, my,” she said with a hint of whimsy, “cover that cock with a towel and it would be just like our first sex play-date. But forget the towel. I’m going to wrap that beauty in something else.”
She knelt before me and began stroking my shaft. Leaning forward she engulfed my glans in her wet warm mouth and sucked. A groan escaped my lips as familiar waves of pleasure ran through my body. As she caressed my cock she bobbed her head taking a little more of me in with each pass. Soon she was able to deep throat my entire length and had her nose buried in my pubic hair.
“Jesus Christ!” I managed to gasp. “When did you learn to do that?”
“Mmph, mmph,” I heard her mumble around my shaft.
“Not polite to talk with your mouth full,” I quipped.
Niki started massaging my entire cock with a combination of sucking, swallowing, and stroking getting me quickly to the point of no return. The feeling was beyond sensational and I could feel my orgasm stirring in the background. Her lips were maddeningly soft and her mouth was hot and wet and she did this thing with her tongue I couldn’t even describe.”
“I’m about to cum,” I warned.
“Mmph, mmph,” she replied again this time giving me a thumbs-up signal.
My climax came quick and violent and the first blast of hot semen barreled down her throat like an express train. It was quickly followed by additional spurts flooding her mouth with my seed. I could see her throat working furiously to swallow and keep up with the endless flow. Some thin streams of semen leaked from her lips as my ejaculation overwhelmed her. Finally, the spurting subsided and Niki slowed her pace. She squeezed my cock like a toothpaste tube wringing out the last bit of cum into her mouth.
As she held my cock it remained stiff so she slowly, torturously slid me out of her warm mouth. She smacked her lips and I saw her tongue snake out to catch the last few drips leaking from my pee hole.
“Good Lord,” she said with a big grin. “Have you been saving up your cum all this time just waiting for me? I must have swallowed a gallon!”
Catching my breath I could only squeak out, “No other woman gets me as excited as you do. I can’t even explain how big my orgasms are with you.”
She stood up still holding my now softening cock in her hand. She wiggled it around before saying, “I hope your batteries recharge quickly. I have other plans for this big fellow before I leave.”
I leaned into her and kissed her lips tasting my salty cum. Our tongues tangled as I reached behind her with both hands feeling for her bra clasp. Her breasts were pressed firmly against my chest and I could feel the hard points of her nipples even through her bra. Freeing the silky garment I stepped back and slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it with her other clothes. Her breasts had grown since she was sixteen and while still firm and supple they sagged just a fraction due to their voluptuousness.
Cupping each breast I marveled at how what used to fit comfortably in my hand now spilled over. I gently squeezed and caressed each breast while massaging her nipples with my palms. Bending slightly allowed me to kiss all over each orb before taking a nipple in my warm mouth and tickling it with my tongue. Now it was Niki’s turn to moan as she pressed her breast firmly against my lips.
“Nobody does this like you,” she said dreamily. “Several have tried but few have your technique.”
“Mmph, mmph,” was all I could say.
I slowly trailed my kisses upwards from her breasts across the nape of her neck stopping at her soft lips. As we Frenched, my hand slid down across her firm tummy until it reached the edge of her pubic patch. Fingertips tickled and caressed her pubes before cupping her whole pussy in my hand. The fabric of her G-string was completely saturated with her love juice. I don’t imagine you’ll be wearing these panties when you leave. Looks like you’ll be visiting your girlfriends commando!
I raised my hand to the thin string encircling her waist and slipped my fingers under the tiny triangle of fabric. Her pubic hair was soft to my touch as I probed for the hot wet crevice that awaited me. I gently spread her lips with my fingers pushing down into the velvet cleft of her adult sex. This time she felt different. My fingers had more room to maneuver and her crease was deeper and hotter. As I stroked upward I encountered the little bump of her clit fully encased in the folds of its hood.
“Oh god!” I heard her cry out. “That’s the spot. Right there!”
I was enjoying the tight squeeze and warm slippery juices coating my fingers as I massaged her pussy. My thumb was rubbing her clit and she gasped with each touch. Moving lower my finger found the entrance to her vagina and snaked inside feeling the silken tightness. Even after all this time she still gripped my finger like a soft vise.
Her pussy was so wet, juices were running down my hand allowing me to work a second finger inside her. Plunging rapidly in and out I rotated my fingers so I could massage her G-spot. She loved the stimulation and began humping my fingers with her pussy trying to drive them deeper inside. Between the finger fucking and clit stimulation it was driving her wild.
“Uh! Uh! Wait,” I heard her call out. “Legs getting weak. Need to lay down.”
With a quick movement, I removed my hand and yanked her panties down her legs. Lifting her and laying her on the bed I moved down to her feet and kissed them while untangling the G-string from her ankles. She spread her legs wide open allowing me to kneel between them and lower my face to her crotch. Inhaling deeply, the memories of her sex came flooding back.
My tongue made a huge wet lick from her anus to her clit as my mouth savored her taste. Making a few more sloppy licks I reinserted two fingers and resumed finger fucking her. This freed my tongue to lick and suck her clitoris which was enough to make Niki wildly gyrate her hips. Between the taste of her pussy and the firm squeeze of her vagina on my fingers I was now sporting another massive erection. My only hope for relief was to grind my cock against the bed.
With each plunge of my fingers, Niki would utter a single ‘Uh’ telling me she was enjoying the activity. About a dozen strokes later her body tensed signaling that an orgasm was imminent. Removing my fingers I lowered my mouth to her pussy and licked back and forth enjoying the sweet tangy essence of her juices. The tip of my tongue found her secret place and plunged deep into her vagina. I felt the walls of her velvet tunnel squeeze my tongue but she was so wet I was able to slide in and out easily.
“Oh god!” she yelled.
To drive her to a spectacular orgasm I rapidly snaked my tongue in and out of her fuckhole while rubbing her clit with my fingers. She survived a whole two minutes of this erotic torture before I felt her body stiffen in anticipation. At that same moment, her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on my tongue making it hard to move even with her ample lubrication.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I heard her yell so loudly that the neighbors probably heard. “Oh my fucking goddamned god!”
Niki’s pelvis thrust upward driving her pussy forcefully against my mouth. My tongue was locked in place by a hot silken vise-like grip. Her entire body was vibrating as she pivoted her knees inward trapping my head in-between. I held on as best I could as she rode what must have been a tsunami of pleasure.
It felt like an hour but was really only minutes before her body began to calm. I felt the pressure on my tongue lessen allowing me to slide out and free myself. My mouth was immediately bathed in a flood of warm goo as her vagina purged itself. I lapped happily at her sweet nectar enjoying every drop.
With her juices dripping from my chin I got on my knees to face her. She was laying with eyes squeezed shut flushed bright pink over every inch of her skin. She was panting hard fighting to catch her breath and I noted with affection that her sweat-soaked hair might need some attention before she left.
“Well!” I said smiling broadly. “Welcome home darling!”
She didn’t reply but I saw her curl her lips into a big smile. For the moment she seemed content to just slowly descend from the clouds. As she rested I moved to sit cross-legged between her thighs and positioned her legs around my waist. My fingertips drew lazy figure eights on her thighs and across her pubic area gently caressing her triangle-shaped patch. It was nicely shaped with the hair trimmed to about a half-inch and I suspected she waxed now. The result was incredibly sexy.
“That tickles you know,” she sighed. “But don’t stop 'cause it feels really nice too.”
I continued my movements all around her pubes occasionally drawing a finger through the wet warmth of her labial folds. I stayed away from her clit wanting just to titillate and not fully stimulate. But even with mild stimulation, her vagina continued to ooze juices. I couldn’t resist wiping my finger through her wetness and inserting it inside her. Unfortunately, my timing was bad.
“Ooh! No! Don’t do that! Gotta pee now!” I heard her squeak.
We untangled our legs and she jumped out of bed and ran naked to the bathroom. I took a break to pad to the kitchen to grab a few bottles of iced fruit juice in case she was thirsty. By the time I returned she was back sitting on the edge of the bed looking as beautiful as ever. Even with her tousled hair and stray damp locks hanging down, she looked like the most desirable woman in the world.
“Ooh. Drinks! Good thinking.”
See picked her flavor, popped the cap, and downed half of it in one long swallow. Clearly, she had worked up a thirst.
“Thanks,” she said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Between your gobs of salty cum and the mouth breathing I did when you launched me to the moon, my mouth needed something wet and sweet.”
We both drank our drinks and enjoyed a few minutes of small talk as our batteries recharged. For my part I still had a partial erection from just looking at her erotic beauty.
“You know,” I began, “they say women hit their sexual peak in their late twenties into their thirties. Just seeing the transition from your teens to today makes me wonder if any man could handle you five to ten years from now. You are a wonder to behold.”
“Yeah, scary, isn’t it? I have all these feelings and hunger that sometimes hubby doesn’t understand. So a little extracurricular activity like this helps more than you can imagine.”
Drinks finished she laid back down and motioned for me to join her. I laid alongside her and lazily caressed her body with my hands while focusing my eyes on her beautiful face. I knew this truly would be our last time together and I wanted to etch every nuance of her adult appearance into my memory. Snuggling closer I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her soft lips. I felt some desperation in our embrace as we both clung tightly to each other knowing our time was growing short.
“Spend the night?” I whispered. “One last glorious night together?”
I tried not to sound like I was pleading but wasn’t very successful. As impractical as our situation was, the heart wants what the heart wants. This time I saw true pain cross her face.
“Oh how I’d love to,” she said with sadness in her voice. “But my flight leaves tomorrow morning and if I miss seeing my girlfriends it might raise questions I don’t want to be asked. Honestly, my mom has always had her suspicions about our time together even though I assured her that nothing ever happened. But she saw changes in me and worried that I’d done things I shouldn’t have.”
With an aching heart, I finally replied, “Well then let’s take the time we have left and make it as magical as possible.”
Kissing her again, I slid my hand slowly up her stomach to her breasts. Delicate fingers massaged her soft flesh as my palms rubbed over the stiff peaks of her nipples. When she was a teen, these were some of her most sensitive areas and I enjoyed the warmth and feel of her. My lips trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck to her breast taking the hard nipple into my mouth. I knew she liked a delicate balance of pleasure and pain so I suckled each nipple gently before using my teeth to bite down just a little.
Each transition from pleasure to pain elicited a long moan from her lips and I was so horny my cock was a steel rod poking her hip. As I kissed her breasts my fingers traced slowly down her naked back until they reached her ass. I massaged her soft butt cheeks loving the feeling of her firm smooth skin. Slipping between her cheeks my fingers found their way to her silken crevasse and slid through her moist heat. Her pussy was so wet my fingers felt like they were moving through warm honey.
I felt Niki’s hand wriggle between our bodies and firmly grasp my cock. It was awkward but she managed to start a slow sensuous caress of my turgid member. My cock was oozing pre-cum and with each stroke, she rubbed her palm over the tip before moving downward coating my shaft with the slippery goo. Between her hand and the warm ooze, my stimulation was increased ten-fold.
“Goddamn Niki, that feels like heaven,” I said as she masturbated me. “Your hand feels so warm.”
Despite our massive climaxes just an hour ago we were ready for more. I was desperate to fuck her but also wanted this to last, so I fought to maintain control. The steady stroke of her hand was driving me crazy and I wanted to return the favor. Shifting my position allowed my fingers to slide further between her legs and reach the heat of her vagina. She was so wet that my fingers slipped easily inside her and I felt her familiar squeeze.
“Fuck, how I like that,” I heard her moan. “But I’m very close to cumming so be careful.”
Pressing my fingers against her G spot I massaged the little bundle of nerves feeling her body ripple with pleasure. My fingers slid in and out of her most private place and within minutes I felt she was ready. Trailing my kisses back up to her lips I shifted my weight to move over her body. She kissed me back hard and wrapped both arms around my neck. I felt her legs spread wide for me as I moved my hips into position.
No doggie-style today. This was our last time and I wanted to see her beautiful face for as long as possible. Propping myself over her I realized something was different.
I looked at her and grinned, “You’re taller now. Everything lines up better!”
She looked down between our bodies and replied, “Wow, I can see that. Maybe that means my vagina is bigger too and I’ll be able to take your whole cock this time!”
As she spoke my cock got tired of waiting and popped up poking her in the pussy. I was hovering over her as she reached between us and grabbed my shaft. She wiggled her hips getting my cockhead positioned just right and lifted her ass impaling my glans in her velvet heat. I pushed downward and felt my entire length slide effortlessly into the tightness of her wet silken tunnel.
My cock was being squeezed from every direction and I felt my glans barely touching her rubbery cervix. I was fully inside her, a feat not possible when she was only sixteen. At first I didn’t move, just relishing the feeling of her. Niki’s vagina gripped me like an old friend caressing every inch of my hardness and I never wanted this to end.
Niki made the first move lowering her ass back to the bed causing several inches of my cock to slide out. I pushed forward burying myself to the hilt. Again I paused just enjoying the feeling of her vagina enveloping me.
“If we never move, maybe we can stay like this forever,” I said only half-jokingly. “Maybe we’ve been given another perfect moment to hold on to.”
“True,” she replied, “but I want to climax with you and I’m desperate to feel the hot jet of your semen splashing my cervix and filling my pussy. It’s one of my best memories from our time before.”
How could I resist? Starting slowly, I began to stroke in and out of her delicious pussy. The walls of her vagina rippled and squeezed my shaft sending electric shocks throughout my body. My inward strokes were met by Niki curling her vagina upwards mashing our groins together. In this position my pubic bone rubbed against her clitoris and it became engorged from the friction. Niki’s moans told me she was enjoying the combined stimulation.
My arms wrapped completely around her while we kissed with a passion that is hard to describe. It was a strange mix of lust and desperation and it was unlike anything I’d felt before. We slowly increased our thrusting matching each other’s rhythm. Her vagina was so tight my cock could feel every texture of her slippery tunnel. I knew I wasn’t going to last long but I was determined to let Niki climax first. The intense sensation was making it hard to think but I did my best to distract myself.
Suddenly I felt her legs wrap around my ass and attempt to pull me deeper inside her. I knew she was close to cumming so I held on enjoying the climax surging up through our bodies. Thrust after thrust with only the sound of my balls slapping her body forming the old familiar soundtrack of our lovemaking. If she didn’t cum soon…
I felt the tremor rock through her body as her orgasm hit. Her entire body stiffened and her hips thrust upward against me. I was very close behind her and as her vagina clamped down on my cock I was already starting to cum. Our orgasms were so strong we had to break our kiss to suck sufficient air into our lungs. As I spurted huge jets of semen into her cunt I looked down and saw Niki’s eyes squeezed shut with her mouth opened wide in a silent scream of ecstasy.
I continued thrusting feeling my orgasm waning. My cock had stopped spurting, managing now to only dribble out the last of my seed. Niki slowly slid down from the clouds as her orgasm dispersed. I was still hard inside her as my stroke slowed and then stopped. For several minutes the only sound was our ragged respirations as we worked to catch our breath.
My cock was still a steel rod buried completely inside her as she opened her eyes and flashed me her gorgeous smile.
“I can still feel you deep inside me. You haven’t softened even a little bit yet. Let’s stay like this as long as possible. I’m going to use my pussy muscles to hold you in. It’s a trick I learned over the years.”
I felt her vagina squeeze me tight and for a while, it worked. She held me inside her while we kissed and enjoyed the closeness. Neither of us moved much, fearing we would break the spell. And while I’d love to say that we laid like that for hours of course that didn’t happen.
Despite her attempts to restrain me, within minutes my traitorous cock had deflated and slid slowly out of her silken grip. Warmth spread over my groin as her juices flowed out. It seemed less than I’d expected given how much semen I’d squirted into her. My body rolled off of hers and we lay on our sides facing each other. Her skin had its familiar rosy flush and perspiration dampened her skin and hair. I held her face in my hands and we kissed deeply savoring each other’s taste.
“You know, I do love you with all my heart,” I whispered. “This was never any teen obsession I had. I was head over heels from the first moment I saw you. As crazy and impossible as that sounds, it’s the truth. But I know it can never be and I’ll cherish you forever holding you in my heart until I die.”
I saw tears drip from her eyes and it was like a knife to my gut. I had no words to comfort her or me for that matter. The fact was she was a married woman twenty years my junior, and where I was writing the later chapters of my life, her story had only just begun. It would not be fair to her or her husband to do anything in my own self-interest.
Niki locked eyes with me and said softly, “I love you too. I think I have since our first time together. I tried to convince myself it was just an infatuation but now all these years later the spark is just as bright. But we both know how impractical this all is and if I’m honest, I love my husband too. Love does suck sometimes…”
We’d said all there was to say so we just laid holding each other enjoying our last moments together. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I awoke I was alone in bed and for a moment wondering if it all had been a dream. But then the funny familiar sound of urine hitting toilet water brought it all back. It wasn’t a dream! I heard Niki start the shower and I flashed to a moment eight years earlier when I had awoken to similar sounds. It had been Niki’s first morning in my house and she had been getting ready for school. I pondered that, understanding that our relationship truly had come full circle, ending just as it had begun.
I briefly considered joining her in the shower but after checking the time realized she was already running late to visit her girlfriends. So I laid back alternately dozing and waking hearing snippets of sound as she finished her shower and blew dry her hair. Soon she emerged appearing just as beautiful as when she had arrived, all smartly dressed and looking like the chic professional she now was. Sitting next to me on the bed she took my hand and kissed it softly.
“Thank you for everything,” she murmured. “All of the love and fun and support you gave me. I truly enjoyed our time together and will always carry a big piece of you in my heart too.”
She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, stood, and with a wave of her hand walked out of my room for the last time. I so desperately wanted to run after her and never let her leave. But instead, I pulled myself together, stripped the bed, and headed for the shower.
It was a beautiful sunny day in early summer. One of those rare times on the east coast when it was warm but the humidity was low. There was a cool breeze blowing and I had spent the entire day weeding and trimming my ever-expanding gardens. It had been two months since Niki’s surprise visit and I was still riding the high of seeing her. I was drinking a cold beer letting my mind remember our last time together when my cell phone rang. A call? Who the heck calls anymore? I lifted the phone and was surprised to see it was a call from Heather. It had been years since we’d last spoken, around the time I missed Niki’s wedding. I couldn’t imagine why she’d be calling me. I pressed the answer button.
“Hello, Heather?” I began.
“Hi Bill, yes it’s me. I was hoping you still remembered me.”
“Hell,” I replied with a big laugh, “you and Niki were the best neighbors I ever had. Not likely I’d forget you two. To what do I owe the honor of this call?”
“Ha, thanks for that. Though I doubt we were the best neighbors especially when Niki and her friends had pool parties with blaring music. But Niki is the reason I’m calling.”
“Oh? Is everything okay with Niki?” I asked hoping it was not bad news.
“No, nothing like that. Niki is fine, in fact, she’s great! I just wanted to let you know the wonderful news that Niki is pregnant. And I’m going to be a grandmother! I’m over the moon excited and Niki and her hubby are too.”
I was speechless for a moment. Of course this was a great thing for Niki and her family. But it did feel like another punch in my gut watching Niki’s life go on without me.
That’s wonderful news!” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. “Niki will be a fantastic mom and you’ll be the best grandmom. I didn’t realize they were trying to have kids but I guess after two years of marriage that’s a logical next step. How wonderful for you all.”
“Let me tell you a secret,” she said lowering her voice. “They’ve been trying to have a baby since the honeymoon and for whatever reason, Niki just couldn’t get pregnant. They both were tested and neither had any medical problems. I have to tell you after two years of trying I’d given up all hope of being a grandmom. And boom, a miracle happened!”
“I guess the timing just had to be right. Funny how life can be. So when is the new little arrival due?”
Heather paused before answering, “Doctor estimates about seven months from now, just a bit into next year. Niki is about eight weeks pregnant and if all goes well we’re looking at a January baby.”
My brain hiccupped as it did the math. Eight weeks along? As in conception two months ago? What are the odds? Crap, this just has to be a coincidence. Trying for two years?
“Well that’s great, really great,” I finally managed to say. “Tell Niki I’m so excited for her and to remember me when sending out baby pictures.”
We chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up. My head was spinning but the odds of our one time against the dozens of times she would’ve had sex with her husband made for a poor bet. No way to solve this puzzle so I headed back to the yard to occupy my brain with more trimming and weeding.
Later that evening I was flipping through TV channels looking for something interesting. I heard my phone chime that a text had arrived. Looking at the number it was not one I recognized. Someone misdialed I imagine. I clicked open the text and read the following.
My dearest Bill. I’m sending this from a burner phone as I cannot have the message
appear anywhere on my personal cell. Please, please don’t try to call me or text this number.
I’ll dump the phone after this message.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the gift you’ve given me. Words cannot express
my love for you and for what you’ve done for me and my family.
I told you that I’d always carry a piece of you in my heart. Now thanks to your gift, I’ll
soon have a piece of you to hold in my arms forever. Thank you, thank you!
With all the love I have to give – Niki
I stared speechless at the phone. Did she mean what I thought she meant? I heard another chime as a new message appeared with a photo. I studied the picture at first not recognizing what it was. Turning the phone sideways and looking at the photo again it hit me like a wrecking ball. The image, all grainy black and white, was Niki’s fetal sonogram. Niki’s baby. Our baby.
It took several minutes before I felt strong enough to stand. The whirlwind of thoughts in my head had turned into a tornado. My brain couldn’t make any sense of it all though within the confusion it was clear that Niki had sent me a strong message. ‘Thank you. I love you. But please stay away.’ I stepped over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a half-full bottle of scotch and a tumbler. An inch of amber liquid spilled into the glass filling the air with its peaty aroma.
Hand trembling, I lifted the glass high and offered a toast for good health, long life, and happiness to Niki and her family. Then with tears in my eyes, I downed the liquor grimacing at the fiery burn. Holding the empty tumbler I stared at it admiring how the room light reflected off the cut glass. Seconds later using all my strength I threw it against the stone fireplace watching as it exploded into a million pieces.
Flopping back onto the sofa I broke down sobbing unashamedly. I cried for what might have been, for what could have been, and for what never would be. Seizing the scotch bottle I took a long pull and settled back into the cushions. By the time the bottle was empty, I had passed out where for a few precious hours my pain could not touch me.
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I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at fiction writing. I am trying to learn as I write so any comments positive or negative would be welcome. One cannot learn without making mistakes but hopefully, my story has done justice to Niki and Bill whose relationship became special to me.
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