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For the Best
Slowly, worn by the pressures of a job that just wouldn't quit, I lugged my breifcase and mail into my cabin and tossed everything onto the corner table. I stretched my arms tautly above my head, as I let myself relax just a little bit.
Timothy came scurrying into the kitchen, meowing and purring for affection, as he rubbed tenderly against my shin. I poured him some fresh catfood and let him outside to go play in the woods that surrounded my cabin. I stopped for a second as my eyes caught the lake that ran just a few feet from my home. I loved the smell of the fresh water. The fish. Nature. It was refreshing to live so far from the city, especially after a day spent behind a cold computer screen and white, barren walls.
Walking back into the house, I poured myself some Jim Beam on the rocks, a local drink liquor that I had become quite fond of since my recent graduation from college and initiation into the "real world".
Taking a sip of the burning liquid I sorted through my junk mail and bills, until I came to the last letter. My eyes lit up at the letter at the bottom of the stack. It was from her.
Raising the letter to my face I breathed deeply of the sweet perfume that I knew would be on the letter. She never forgot.
But I knew not to rush things, also. First, I fixed myself a small dinner, my eyes continually returning to the small, simple envelope that sat on my couch. Then I went and took my shower, washing away much of the soreness that came from sitting at a desk all day. And finally, donning a pair of boxers and a T-shirt I returned to the living room.
I placed a few fresh logs in the fireplace and started a nice warm blaze, filling the quickly chilling house with a dry warmth that modern houses couldn't compare to.
I then curled up onto the couch in my favorite lounging blanket, a fake furskin piece that had always kept me warm, even on some of the most frigid nights.
And finally, with intent precision, I slid the letter open, removing the letter from my long time friend. A woman whom I had grown to love more and more over time. A woman whom I had come to cherish, as a friend. A confidant. And more.
Hello Baby, how's life treating you these days?
I know that I promised to write you after graduation, but things have been really busy on my end. I hope you forgive me.
I smiled. Of course, there was nothing to forgive.
Anyway, things are going pretty well here. I miss you of course. Things haven't been the same since we both went our seperate ways. If only things had been different.
I smiled again. Different. She had been a few years older than me, and had already been offered a job in another country before I had had the chance to tell her how much I had cared about her. And how could I suddenly throw in that factor? How could I hold her back like that? Quite simply, I couldn't. She deserved better.
I never had the chance to tell you how much I cared about you, but I regret that every single day of my life. I don't know if you ever felt the same way about me, but I'd like to see if we can go back to where we left off.
I couldn't believe what I was reading. Did dreams really come true. I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn't having a sleep induced halucination or something. Nope, wide and awake.
I read on.
If you are interested, even just in talking, then please give me a call at the following number. I hope to hear from you soon.
I leaned back against the couch and rubbed my temples deeply. This was a lot to take in all at once.
Setting the letter down, I walked lazily towards the front door and let Timothy back in. He murmured his approval at my quick attendance to his needs. I smiled.
I stood and stared at the hills and trees that covered the land surrounding my cabin as I thought long and hard about her letter. I had tried to do what was best for her. What I had hoped would be the best for both of us. Even at my young age I had been dealt a rough dose of reality and that had made me a strong cynic and realist. I knew deep down that nothing permanent could ever exist between us. So I had held myself back from what my heart wanted. What my heart needed.
And now I'd been given a second chance.
picking up my cordless phone I strolled out onto my deck and dialed the number on the letter.
"Hello?" came a familiar voice on the other end.
"Good afternoon, darlin'."
"Oh my God, I can't believe this." Her voice sounded truly happy to hear from me. I was glad that things were starting off well.
"I wasn't sure if you'd call. So how long ago did you get the letter?"
"Today" I responded. No point in lying. I didn't want to go through "the game" with her.
"Well, unfortunately, you've caught me at a bad time right now. I've got someone that I have to go meet for dinner tonight. An old friend. Say, why don't you give me your phone number and I'll call you back when I'm free, okay."
Disappointed at such a letdown I muttered into the phone, "Yeah, sure. No problem."
After I finished giving her the number, I leaned back against the chair. An old friend for dinner. Yep, the jealous feelings were still there. No doubt about it.
Sighing deeply, I trodded up the stairs to my bedroom and changed into a pair of swimming trunks. A good workout in the lake would help me relax. The lake beside my house was small enough that I could swim from one end to the next without too much danger of tiring, and it really helped keep me in shape. A few laps and my muscles were already burning nicely with excersion and strain.
I must have completely zoned out, caught entirely in my workout, because I didn't even know anyone was around until I heard the loud plunge of someone leaping into the water near me and their arms closing tightly around me. I struggled against the extra weight, straining to keep myself a float, until I caught site of the bright blue 4x4 in my driveway. The same 4x4 that I had gone camping in so many times.
Grabbing one of the arms that I had latched onto me, I dragged her up above the water.
She quickly spat water out and gasped for air as her mouth broke the surface of the water. "Hey baby" she muttered, spitting water in the process.
"Well didn't you miss me?" I looked at her, shocked, completely unsuspecting that I would see her so soon. And then our bodies were as one, her lips pressing deeply against mine, as we both made our true feelings known.
The warmth of her skin against mine, contrasted strongly with the cold chill of the lake, as her legs wrapped around my waste, holding me tightly in her embrace.
Then I felt a sharp tug at the drawstring on my shorts.
Within seconds she had completely removed my shorts, diving quickly under the water to help me remove them. It was then that I noticed her own pile of clothes on the bank of the lake. Her head came back up for air, as she reassumed her position, her bare mound now rubbing pleasantly at the underside of my hard penis.
Before I had a chance to second guess, she reached between both of us and guided me deep inside her. The smooth warmth of her sex as it swallowed my member sent liquid fire up my spine.
Kissing me below the neck and running her tongue along my lips, she led me towards the bank and forced me onto the ground with a heavy push.
Then as the tiny pebbles of the bank bit sharply into my ass and legs and back, she drove her hips hard against me. Our bodies where half submerged in the water as she rocked furiously against my hips, her body causing tiny waves to splash against me.
Gooseflesh was present along both of our bodies as the cold, chilling air quickly dried the droplets of water on our upper torsos. As a result her breasts perked up firmly, her nipples budding out like gigantic erasers.
When she saw me staring at them, she drove her body forward, buring one in my face as I sucked happily at teh sensetive flesh.
After a while, I realized that the air was become even colder and that soon it would be night. Standing up, I picked her naked frame up into my arms and carried her into the cabin. One major advantage of living by the lake was the extreme amount of privacy.
Using my foot, I pulled the furskin blanket off of the couch so that it landed in a chaotic heap on the floor. Setting her down on the blanket, I leaned in for another kiss, devouring her tongue into my mouth.
The flames and heat of the fire that I had started earlier felt deliciously pleasant on our chilled, wet skin. Trailing my tongue down her neck, sucking deeply at her flesh, I pressed my self yet again at the opening to her desires.
And in one thrust I plowed deep inside her, taking control of our love-making. I slammed my hips into her own, feeling the tightness increase as she clenched down with her pussy. I grunted approvingly at the increased sensation and she giggled up at me.
"Come on, big boy. Show me what you got."
Prying her legs farther apart, I pushed deeper insider, my balls finally slapping noisily against her ass. Her fingers soon found my chest, as she traced her hard fingernails across my skin, scraping painfully against my nipples.
The last straw was the nipples. I screamed painfully as the pressure built to an unbearable level inside my balls, a powerfull blast of cum erupting inside her. I shuddered spasmically as the pleasure and strength ebbed from my body, finally finding the release to my needs.
She reached up, lacing her fingers around my neck and pulling me down towards her for a deep passionate kiss, sucking on my bottom lip as she rolled me over onto my back, pulling the blanket over the both of us.
Resting her hand and head on my chest, she ran her palm across my dry skin. "So how come you never told me that you loved me, hon?" She asked me.
I stroked her hair lovingly between my fingers. "I don't know. I didn't want to hold you back. You had that wonderful job and so much ahead of you in life. I didn't want to present an obstacle. I thought it would be the best thing to do."
Twisting her head she looked warmly into my eyes. "Baby, what is success without love? You are the best thing for me."
Smiling we both kissed one final time before falling asleep in front of the fire. Well, I had thought my decision was for the best.
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For the Better
I awoke lazily from my sleep to the warm sunshine that cascaded across my cabin floor. Stretching out I found my face assaulted by a flash of fur and claws as Timothy bound across the floor. Protecting my face I quickly sat up, struggling to gain a sense of where I was.
Then I remembered the previous night. I looked around and she was nowhere to be seen. Quickly I bound up the stairs to my bedroom as I ran through the rooms, hoping to find her nestled away, asleep, in one of them.
But to my dismay, she was not. Had it all been a dream? Throwing on a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt I trodded down the stairs, noticing finally that her 4X4 was no longer in the driveway. Disappointed, I sulked over to the kitchen and prepared the coffee maker, slamming the old coffee grounds into the trashcan.
I squirmed against the counter uncomfortably as an ache started to build in the pit of my stomach. Clutching tightly, I struggled against the sharp pain that was building to an almost unbearable level as I felt the tears build inside me.
But instead of crying, I lashed out in anger, smashing an old vase that my dear friend had given me at graduation. My dear friend. I rolled the words across my tongue with a sneer on my lips, tasting them as if they were sweet poison.
I stood there for what seemed like hours, staring at the fragile pieces of porcelain that I'd shattered in a fit of rage. And then I truly did begin to cry. I felt remorse for destroying such a reminder of something so special. She had hand painted the gift. Picking up a piece I ran my fingers across the deep red lettering that she had brushed onto the rim of the vase.
Love you forever and always
Setting the piece back onto the counter, I poured myself a cup of coffee and slowly strolled out onto the deck. Collapsing into a handmade rocking chair I closed my eyes and drank in the scent of everything around me. The sweet bite of pine. The crisp aroma of the water. And her. Her scent hung in the air like a cruel torment of what I had and lost.
I spent the rest of the day mulling in my misery, rocking the pain away as I watched the lake from my deck. The phone rang and I closed my eyes, not listening to the shrill reminder of the city.
I let the tones fade before I stood up and walked down the bank towards the lake, tossing my shirt up onto the deck. Again, like the day before, I ventured out into the cold waves of the lake and drowned away my sorrows. This time I was not interrupted by the splash of someone familiar. This time I was not pleasantly surprised by my long time friend. And love. This time I was left only with my disappointment.
Eventually climbing out of the water, I walked back up the bank and reclined yet again in the rocking chair, letting the suns warmth dry me off. And for the first time that morning I actually smiled. I felt refreshed. Somewhat.
The pain was still there, waiting for its chance to chew away at my happiness, but I ignored it. A few minutes later the phone rang again and I sighed, wondering who would actually be calling me.
I waited another thirty minutes before entering the house, just to assure myself that I wasn't anxious to find out who had called. To assure myself that I didn't care if it was her.
There were 12 messages. Pressing the button I stood and listened to an endless barrage of phonecalls from my office in the city, checking to make sure that I was feeling okay and that everything was alright. And then, as the counter reached twelve I heard her voice.
"Hon, I'm . . .I'm sorry for leaving this morning. I . . . " I heard the tears begin to well in her eyes as clearly as I heard the pain in her voice. "I'm sorry." And then the phone went dead. She had called me to aplogize, but had left no answers.
Timothy purred loudly as he curled up against my leg, rubbing his face against my shin. I looked down at him and he met my gaze. "You think I should go after her don't you?"
A long meow was all I needed for consent.
I darted up the stairs in pairs as I started forming a plan. Turning on my conference phone in the bedroom I started running through the list of hotels that I knew of in the area. Considering how soon she had arrived the previous day, she had to be in a fairly local hotel, limiting her to the city. Considering her salary I also assumed that she would be more likely to use one of the more "well known" hotels.
I struggled to converse with hotel manager after manager as I hastily changed into something more . . . appropriate.
Finally, as frustration began to set in, I happened upon luck. "Why yes sir, there is a woman by that name staying at this hotel. She just arrived last night. Shall I leave a message for her?"
Hanging up the phone, I smiled as I threw my jacket on and bounded down the stairs.
I arrived at the hotel within record time and immediately headed for the bright blue 4X4 at the end of the lot.
Getting out of the car I stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed her walking across one of the upper balconies. I slid down behind the door until she entered the room, and then carefully locked my car.
When I knocked on the door I felt my heart beating heavily against my chest, as I strained to keep control of my emotions. Running through my head were the countless things that I wanted to say to her, to promise to her, all to keep her just one more day. Just one more hour.
The shock on her face when she opened the door and saw me quickly gave way to a comforting smile. Stepping aside she let me in and offered me something to drink.
"That's okay." I mumbled as I stared at the packed suitcases on the bed. "You're leaving me again, aren't you?"
The sobs that I heard from the woman standing behind me reminded me of the pain that I'd heard over the phone. Stepping carefully across the floor I cupped her body in my arms, combing her hair through my fingers.
"Why?" I whispered into her ear.
"kiss me, please."
"But . . ."
"Just kiss me." Our lips found each other once again, as the fire of our passion was re-ignited. Holding her firmly against me, I explored her mouth, savoring the return of her own kiss against my lips.
Laying her gently back against the bed, I began to undo her clothes, laying them in massive heaps on the floor. Once her naked form was complete, she climbed up onto her knees, returning the favor. Her hands darted across my body, undoing buttons and buckles as she went.
Finally I too was naked once more as she resumed her place on the bed, reaching out for my arms.
I climbed onto the bed, as her legs spread wide to invite me. Leaning forward, I placed the head of my cock against her womanly desires and plunged into her depths. Her palms strained and pulled at the bedsheets as I continually drove deeper into her, kissing her lips, her chin, and her neck.
Her body seemed to melt into my own as she relaxed, her legs reclining over my hips. The warmth of her soft skin against my own was a deep release from the loneliness of so many years. And then, without warning, she arched her back up, her stomach greeting my own as she came in a powerful rush.
I too plummeted over the edge, spilling my white hot seed inside her before collapsing into her arms. But I would not rest.
"Why?" I asked again.
"Because I love you. And that scares me to death."
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