Chapter Twelve
When I pulled into crystal's driveway It was 3.00 am, I quickly pulled out the key she had given to me the last time I was here, letting myself in. I didn't want to wake her, because if she wasn't going to be pleased to see me, then waking her at 3.00 am would only increase the annoyance so I crept around as quiet as possible.
Once I was in I turned on the fire to get warmed up, the moment I stepped foot inside the house I immediately felt close to Crystal, the essence of her exuding from everywhere you went. I poured myself a glass of wine from the fridge, and crept upstairs. I didn't want to wake her, but I had to see her, I just couldn't wait any longer. The bedroom door was half open, I slipped through the gap not wanting to make the door squeak so I was careful not to open it any further. She lay there; her bedside lamp still switched on. And her book still clutched in one hand she was obviously reading when she had fallen off to sleep. She lay with her back to me, sound asleep and looking more Beautiful than I had remembered. She lay there the sheet barely covering her naked body.
My god she was so beautiful as she Lay there, the lamplight shining on her back, her soft white hair fanned across the pillow. My heart slammed in my chest, partly with excitement, but mostly fear. I feared she was going to reject me, and I couldn't bare that to happen again. Zac did say she loved me so I'm hoping she wouldn't be mad enough to make me turn around and go straight back home. I don't know why I felt like that, it wasn't her that had rejected me in the first place, it was Claire.
I gently Leaned across her, and took the book from her hand and lay it on the bedside table, noticing the picture beside her bed had changed. The first time I had been in her room, there was a picture of crystal and her late husband on her bedside table. But today, it's a picture of Crystal and me; it made me smile with immense pride I picked it up, and kissed Crystal's beauty picture, then carefully put it back.
Switching the lamp off I crept back down the stairs. I sat in the chair by the fire, staring up at the ceiling as the fire warmed me. I love this room, the high ceiling and the carvings on the cornice that framed the room so perfectly. The Carvings intrigued me to the point that I wondered what it would feel like to actually achieve building a house as beautiful as this. I chuckled at the sentiment as the thought went through my mind; "they don't build houses like this anymore".
The more I soaked in my surroundings the more drawn I felt to the woman lying naked in the room above me. I wondered what she was dreaming as she lay there, if she'd been thinking of me as much as I thought about her every minute of every day that we're apart.
I don't quite know how I reached there, but I found myself standing at her open door watching her sleep. I looked around the room, it was every bit the same as it was the last time I had been here, but it felt different. I became scared, Scared that in the last ten days we had been apart, she had become accustomed to being without me, and had moved on with her life. Zac had said she'd kept herself busy, I wondered if she'd been so busy that she hadn't given me a second thought. My eyes finally fell on the picture beside her bed. I smiled knowing the answer.
I shook my head to clear the painful thoughts in my head; of course she'd missed me.
Undoing my zipper and unfastening the button on my jeans, I wondered if she needed me, I mean physically needed me, the same I as needed her. My heart slammed in my chest as I undid the buttons on my shirt, and pulled it over my head together with the wife beater. Walking towards her the short expanse of space from the door to the bed seemed like an eternity. My dick twitched by the time I'd reached the bed it was rock hard. Merely the sight of the soft glow of light shining from the window, as it bounced off her skin had caused such a reaction, I had no idea how I was going to lay next to her without touching her.
I lifted the sheet from her, and slowing slid under beside her trying not to disturb her. I lay behind her, not exactly touching her, but the heat raising from her burned my skin with desire. I gently lifted the sheet from us, drinking in the sight of her. I guided my hand over her legs careful not to touch her, I could almost feel her under my fingers, but not quite, my hands felt clammy from the heat between us. It was too much to stand, so I ran my hand up the side of her thigh, she stirred.
I leaned over and placed a whisper of a kiss on her cheek, she sighed. "Oh God Taylor" Se turned slightly, her eyes still closed. And she rolled back again. She wasn't awake, she wasn't asleep, she was somewhere in the middle, I guessed the place one goes as you drift back to consciousness in the morning, the point when your not quite sure your dreaming or if what is happening is real.
I moved closer and spooned her, pulling her body into mine from around her waist, making sure we were touching from our feet to our shoulders. She sighed, and just drifted back to sleep, I vaguely remember rubbing delicate circles on her stomach and feeling every muscle in her stomach contract under my fingers. Somewhere during the bliss of being there with her I must have fallen to sleep.
When I woke a few hours later, it was still dark. The hard on between my legs was getting painful, but it never subsided. I leaned in to place a kiss on her shoulder, and she moved, I lay still again, my heart beat speeding to an unbearable level, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I lay feathery kisses over her shoulder, giving a slight touch of my tongue on her skin with every kiss. She smelt and tasted wonderful, I moved to kiss the place at the back of her neck that I knew drove her wild. She moaned quietly as she slept, and her bottom moved slightly back, to get closer to me. My hip pushed further forward in response to meet the swell of her bottom.
I couldn't take anymore, and leaned on one arm, giving me better access to lean over and kiss her face and below her ear in the tender spot that I knew aroused her. I moved her leg forward so I could have better access to her wet pussy. I ran kisses down her neck, and across her shoulder, she moaned again tipping her head to the side to allow me to kiss her, even in her unconscious state. I slid my hands over her breast and kneaded them in my hand, her nipples where hard and she had a soft sheen of goose bumps over her skin. I smiled at her reaction, I loved the way I was able to do that to her. She gently moved her bottom towards me, my erection twitched again as I slid my hand down and caressed her bottom, and then lower into her slick pussy. I separated her lips with my fingers, and slid two fingers into her tight hole; she moaned and squirmed into me as I kissed the side of her neck.
"Oh God Tay…..It's really you". I smiled, she was barely awake. "Hmmm…baby it's really me…., I had to come, I had to see you". I pulled her even further towards me, and my pulsing erection slid fluidly into her.
I started moving slowly at first. She was so wet, so tight, I pulled her leg over mine, in an attempt to get deeper inside her. My thrusts became faster and harder as I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. Her hand slid down her stomach towards her own clit, her breathing became fast and shallow, so I knew she was nearly there too. "Let me", I whispered as I moved her hand away from her center. "We shouldn't be doing this", she said between short sharp breaths, and I swallowed hard, the mere thought of her not wanting to be doing this with me hurt to the core of my heart. I thrust deep inside her the last few times as my orgasm ripped from me and exploded deep inside her, I rubbed her clit in hard torturous circles as I felt her contract around my softening dick. I love you so much baby". I whispered, I never got a reply.
We lay there, kissing and caressing each other for a long time after, she finally planted soft kisses down my neck to my collarbone and rested her head on my chest. I smiled to myself and stroked her hair as she closed her eyes. We lay there silently for a long time, neither of us falling asleep or even saying anything. I didn't want to fall asleep in fear of her not being there when I woke, but I'd been up nearly 24 hours and my eyes finally drifted shut.
~ ~ CRYSTAL ~ ~
"Hey sleepy head", I smiled at him brushing his hair away from his face, as he stirred when I sat on the bed to wake him. "Hey what time is it? he asked as I leaned in to kiss him, his lips were dry so I licked them, and he automatically slid his tongue into my mouth as he buried his hand at the nape of my neck to pull me closer. His tongue probed my mouth, and I responded by moaning into his mouth, he moaned back as I pulled back. "Come on get up, your wasting the day, it's gone midday". I didn't want to pull away, but if I didn't he would have had me back in bed in minutes. Getting off the bed I said "come on Tay, lunch is ready and we need to talk". He groaned and sat up, and shouted behind me as I walked out the door, "What about?" "Down stairs, then you'll find out". I chuckled as I ran down the stairs, he hates it when I do that, and he'll be in the shower panicking about what it could be all about.
While he was in the shower, I took the invitation of the message board in the kitchen. I dialled Claire and Ed's number and waited for the reply, they weren't in so I left a message on the answer machine. "Hi Claire it's only Crystal, just to let you know, I'm still coming to the dinner party tonight. I'm bringing a date with me, let me know if it's not convenient for him to come, but if I don't hear from you, well, we'll both see you at 7.30 ……Bye.
Claire was my best friend, we had grown up together since we were six, always in the same classes at school, and joined all the same clubs at high school. We did everything together. When we were at college we made a pact that when we both marry and have children we'll name our first daughter after one another. And that is what we did, her daughter is named Crystal after me, and Claire is named after her.
I hadn't exactly told her about Taylor. Not because I didn't want to, I just thought I'd see how things turned out first. Although we are not exactly together, I want Claire to meet him, the only trouble is Marty, Gina, Will and Pam will be there too. It's not that I didn't like them, but ever since my husband had died they seemed hell bent on setting me up with every bachelor they'd ever known. The thing is, usually they are in their forties and there's usually a good reason why they are still single, if you get my drift. Actually thinking about it, tonight could be quite amusing, I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they see me walk in there with Taylor.
"So what do you want to talk about", Taylor slid his arms around my waist and pulled me into him as he kissed my cheek. "Oh nothing really, just wondered if your up for a dinner party at my friends house tonight, that's all". He grinned that wide sexy smile. "sure, I want to meet your friends, will Claire your best friend be there?" Hmm… yeah it's at her house. Why?" I asked wondering what he was up to. "Nothing, I just thought as she's known you like forever, I could get some dirt on you from her… that's all". He chuckled and closed his mouth over mine before I had a chance to protest.
We really needed to talk about us, I knew that but I wanted to have a little fun first, and I know Taylor did. But we had to sort this out once and for all, because if Claire found out he was here got help us. I pushed all the unpleasantness to the back of my head as I smiled thinking about what lay ahead tonight.
Marty and Gina were what I would call utter snobs, they thought that whatever they have is always better than anything you have, know the sort? …….yeah well that's them. They always treat me with pity, poor crystal she's all alone, they even belittle my marathon achievements by saying it's my hobby to keep me company because I have so much time alone, I can hear them now "it gives her something to think about… poor soul.
Will and Pam, well they are nice enough, but they have this constant need to set me up with every single male they have ever known, I think Will had introduced me to all his colleagues at some time or another. They are usually all bald, pot bellied and forty; I cringe at the thought even now. They must have run out of friends or just given up, because I hadn't heard from them in months. So this should be interesting, they'll either be all over Taylor checking him out or absolutely disgusted I'm with someone so young. I do hope it's the latter, I wouldn't want Taylor to be party to that much probing. poor thing.