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Archive-name: Affairs/lovelost.txt
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Archive-title: Love Lost
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Some people say "Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have
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loved at all." Whoever said that has never been through what I've been
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through - and I'm not so sure they're right.
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It's been over a year now, and I can't get her out of my thoughts. I
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don't understand why she did what she did. Maybe before you get totally
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confused, I should tell you my story so you'll understand the depth of
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pain, uncertainty, and confusion I feel.
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I should probably tell you a bit about myself - I've been a "computer
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nerd" most of my life, and in high school I only had 2 dates. In
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college, I decided to change my image a bit, and I was pretty successful.
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I grew to weigh 200 pounds (muscle) traded my nerd-glasses for contacts,
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and consulted a few friends on my wardrobe. Funny, but it didn't
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change my "luck" with women as much as I thought it would. I'd found
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out early it wasn't what's inside that first attracts a woman, it's
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what they think they see on the outside. At least, that's what I
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thought. But now that I was "attractive", I still wasn't meeting
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anyone. Hmmm...
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I always thought I was "husband material" - you know, successful,
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intelligent, didn't drink, smoke, do drugs, and so on - but then again,
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not having had the opportunity to be very social, what did I know?
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One day, I was attending a company meeting at work, and across the room I locked
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eyes with an angel. She was gorgeous! Blonde hair, bluegreen eyes,
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and as much as I could see of her figure were all heavenly. I felt like
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a lifetime of needs and desires had somehow swirled together and conjured
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up this vision of loveliness. I forgot my shyness - I HAD to know who
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she was, and get to know her.
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Over the following weeks, I managed to "conveniently" run into her around
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the office. It seemed she worked in a different department as a
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secretary. Her name was Sharon, and she soon began to dominate my every
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waking thought - not to mention my dreams! I was getting increasingly
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frustrated, because I was so shy and keyed-up in person that all I could
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stammer was a meek "hi" whenever I saw her. My big break came one Friday
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afternoon, when I got an e-mail message from Sharon. Why hadn't I
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thought of e-mail before?
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Contrary to my real-life personality, on computers I'm powerful - a
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king, a god maybe. There's nothing I can't do, given time, and no
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problem I can't solve. When real life gets too tough, I can
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always hide in the safety of the green glow of the terminal
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screen. And when things are so bad that I'm afraid to sleep, that
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green has been known to glow all night...
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When Sharon wrote me the first letter, I had no trouble writing back
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to her. Separated from her by hundreds of yards of wire, it was
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very easy to talk, to tell her she was beautiful, to tell
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her .... almost anything. I guess it was the same for her, too,
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because within several messages we'd covered almost every topic -
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especially sex! Boy, this woman had a *mind*, I tell you. I would ache
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after reading one of her messages, and of course, I'd be unable to move
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away from my desk for several minutes until the swelling went down!
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When I told her that, she laughed, and said, enigmatically, "Good".
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As the days went on, we got to know each other better over mail, and I
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began to notice certain changes in me, in my perception of the world. My
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terminal held less and less of a fascination for me - that was the major
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change. I noticed I was looking outside more, admiring the beauty of the
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flowers, trees, birds, the squirrels that came up to the window - and
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then it hit me: I was in love. Head over heels, up to my neck, and all
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those old cliches suddenly somehow seemed applicable, whereas before
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they were corny. My heart DID sing, my eyes sparkled, there *was* a
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spring in my step - and everyone noticed. I was madly in love - and I'd
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never even had lunch with the woman. Well, I would change that!
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In my next letter to her, I suggested lunch. She responded by suggesting
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a picnic lunch at the nearby park, and said she'd take care of the food
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and the driving. We met at her car the next day, and let me tell you, my
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heart was pounding a mile a minute! She was sooooo beautiful! I was
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frustrated, because now that I was with her, I saw I didn't have the
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"guts" I had found so easily when writing over the terminal. Sharon
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instantly picked up on my discomfort.
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"Do I make you nervous?" she asked.
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"Um, well, a little, I guess" I replied.
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"Me too. I feel like I'm on my first date or something!" She laughed.
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Her laughter and her confession made me feel more at ease. I was
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determined that my shyness was *not* going to spoil our lunch! If I
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behaved myself and played my cards right, I might even get a chance to
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give her a kiss...
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"Here we are!" She stopped the car and jumped out, and went to the trunk
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to get out the food and a blanket. It was a nice park. Plenty of
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trees, and gently rolling hills. And since it was in the middle of a
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business complex, there weren't any noisy kids around to break the
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silence. We found a nice spot near some trees, on the "down side"
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of one of the hills, and I spread the blanket. Sharon took off her
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shoes and threw herself down on her stomach, her legs moving slowly back
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and forth in the air. The dress she had on was very flattering, and
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I noticed the curves and swells of her body. Her dress had pulled up
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slightly, and I could see the backs of her thighs gently flexing as
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she kicked back and forth... God, she was so entrancing! I
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reluctantly broke my gaze away from her, and sat down next to her on
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the blanket. Then, realizing I should appear more relaxed, I lay back
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and stared up at the sky.
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"Nice day" she said. I turned to her and smiled.
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"Yeah, I..." But I never finished. I had turned and was staring
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straight into those hypnotically beautiful aquamarine eyes. They
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came closer and closer, and suddenly her lips were pressed against mine
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in a quick little kiss. She drew back and smiled, a beautiful smile,
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and all I could do was stare in fascination. I couldn't move or speak.
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I saw her come toward me again, and I briefly thought "am I supposed
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to be closing my eyes?" when she kissed me again. Longer. She opened
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her eyes and looked straight into mine.
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"What are you doing?" she said laughing. "Come here, you..."
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She moved over until she was laying partially on top of me, and suddenly
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I could move again. I grabbed her and pulled her more on me, and brought
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her head down to kiss me ... mmm - forever. She pulled away after a bit.
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"There's a lot of passion locked up inside you", she said quietly
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smiling. I just nodded, and pulled her to me again. She kissed me -
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hard and long. She was warm, she was wet, she was wonderful. And every
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so often I'd open my eyes and stare into hers, and melt. There was
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nothing else on earth but Sharon and me, and our passion. Beyond her was
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the sky with puffy white clouds, and it was easy to imagine nothing else
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around us but white clouds. There was no sound above the wind through
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the trees, except for our breathing which was growing heavier by the
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minute. I felt her tongue lick my lips and run delicately along my
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teeth, and I rather clumsily pushed my tongue out to touch hers. I
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pulled her closer, and our kissing became so passionate and furious
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that I felt the back of my head mashing the blanket into the grass below
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us. This was truly Heaven on earth - I never wanted it to end.
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But suddenly she stopped and pulled away from me, and lay on her back
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next to me. There was a beautiful, contented/thoughtful half-smile
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on her pretty lips. I took a second or two to catch my breath, but
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I knew I couldn't let those lips go unkissed much longer. I rolled over
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until I was partially on her, and gave her a long, slow gentle kiss.
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She put one arm around my next and drew me to her for more kissing, and I
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felt the other arm work its way to my chest, and slowly start to undo
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the buttons on my shirt. Her cool hand went inside and massaged my back,
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side, and chest. By this time, I don't need to tell you that I was
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having a natural reacton (for the circumstances), and it was the biggest,
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hardest reaction I'd ever had in my life! I had accepted it up until
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this point, because I had been lying comfortably on my back, but now,
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in this new position, I had one leg draped over hers, and my whole
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lower body was pressed against one of her luscious thighs. I'd read
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some erotic literature in the past, and I'd seen the (overused IMHO)
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term "throbbing hard-on" before, but this was the first time I'd
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experienced the "throbbing" part - and ooohhh, did it feel good!
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The blood was pounding so hard down there, keeping time
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with the quick beatings of my heart, and I thought, "surely she can
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feel that!" As much as it went against my better judgement, I pulled
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away from her leg in embarrassment.
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"Oh, it's OK", she smiled as she pulled me back onto her. She must have
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read my mind! "How does that feel? Does that feel gooood?" God, what a
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voice! And what a ridiculously obvious question! Our lips locked in
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another, mouth-watering kiss, and I pressed hard against her thigh. I
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thought any second I would explode, covering the inside of my shorts
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with hot stickiness.
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Her hand, which was still massaging my chest, dropped down lower, past
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my belt - and oh my god! Sharon was incredible. The touch of her
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strong fingers stroking me through my pants, while her smooth
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silk-stockinged thigh was pressing from the other side, was more than I
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could stand. I cast all embarrassment aside, and furiously ground my
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hips into her waiting hand, while kissing and tongueing her for all I
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was worth.
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"Mmmm..." What was that? Did that come from *my* throat? I stopped
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kissing for just a second. Up until now, I'd been quiet except
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for my heavy breathing. And the few times I'd made love in the past,
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I'd been fairly quiet about it - I was way too self-conscious. Before
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I had time to think much more, Sharon, smiling, pulled me back to kiss
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her. There it was again, starting somewhere deep inside me, trying
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to force its way out! I tried, but there was no way I could completely
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stifle my moaning cries. I couldn't believe she could coax the sounds
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out of me, but she did. At first they were small choking sounds,
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whimpers of pleasure and passion - and then I was beyond caring. My
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squirming body was now intertwined with hers, and my sounds of ecstacy
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grew louder until Sharon stopped kissing and rubbing me, and put
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two fingers to my lips.
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"Sshhhh, lover...." she whispered as she looked around us to see if
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anyone had heard. No one had, and with joint sighs of relief, we
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lay there and held each other for a while, me still panting and gasping
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for breath. Suddenly, Sharon pushed me off of her, got up, and brushed
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herself off. She tugged at the blanket until I rolled off and stood
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up (well, I did the best I could, anyway...)
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"Come on", she said, and with the blanket in one hand and my arm in
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the other, she led me away to who-knows-where. I was still dazed.
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Where were we going? Why had she stopped? Why the hell couldn't I
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walk? She practically dragged me down the side of one of the steeper
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hills, and I almost fell. A light wind had sprung up, and it cleared
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my head a little. What time was it, anyway? A glance at my watch
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showed it had been TWO hours. Uh oh. No big deal for me, really,
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I didn't have anything going on that afternoon at the office. But
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Sharon was an hourly employee. What about her boss? Wouldn't he
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wonder where she was? I knew one thing - we weren't heading back to
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the car, that's for sure!
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At the bottom of the hill, a small clump of trees came into view, and
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it seemed to me like Sharon was heading for these. Yup. In we went.
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In the middle of them all was a small clearing, just about blanket
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size. Sharon gave a last look around, spread the blanket on the
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ground, and pushed me back down on it. Her face was flushed, her
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breathing was heavy - heavier than I would have thought from that
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easy hillside descent. I started to ask her about work, but she
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cut me off with a passionate kiss - and I forgot, well, I forgot
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everything. Soon we were kissing and touching like before, but
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this time I had the presence of mind to reciprocate.
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I began lightly stroking her thigh, and gradually moved up under her
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dress. Her stockings went all the way up to her waist, and I figured
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it would be a bit forward of me to pull them down, so instead I moved
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slowly inward. Before my fingers reached their destination, Sharon
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arched and twisted her hips - and my fingers met the warm, wet stocking
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material. Wow. It's one thing to get intense pleasure, but it was
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a rush of a different sort to know you are *giving* it right back!
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Soon, little moans and gasps were coming from her beautiful lips, and
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I felt like it was time for her to lose those stockings, at least!
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Evidently, she felt the same way - before my hand found the top of the
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nylon/panty part and pulled them down, her hands were already at my
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belt. I could only imagine the feeling I was about to experience.
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No I couldn't! Not even my imagination prepared me for the incredible
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sensation that went through me. For a second I couldn't see or hear
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anything - my entire attention was focused on the FEELING of her
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loving hands, gently caressing. Then my whole body shook as waves of
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pleasure crashed over me, and I crushed her to me as though she
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couldn't get close enough. I felt her hands guide me inside her, and
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I felt warm wetness as I slowly slid in all the way.
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At this point, words fail me. I can barely keep my fingers from
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termbling as I type this. I remember never having felt so excited,
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loved, aroused, and happy all at once. I remember I was supporting
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myself slightly with my arms, as I pushed back and forth - and I
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remember my left hand was digging into the grass and brown earth in
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my uncontrollable passion.
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There was no way I could keep from coming - a million "old tricks"
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flashed through my mind, but I was so caught up in the moment, the touch
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of her hands moving up and down my back and sides, her warm eager mouth
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exploring mine, and oh god, the feeling of her muscles contracting
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around me, that I couldn't have used any of those tricks to save my life.
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And then..
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Voices! People were walking this way! Sharon and I both heard them
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at the same time, and we froze, not even daring to breath. If I hadn't
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been so scared of being discovered, it would have been funny. A guy and
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his girlfriend were walking, hand in hand, right towards us! I just knew
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they were going to come in and see us. They came within a few yards of
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the trees, and then I heard the girl say "that area looks better" - and
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they turned and headed off to the left.
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Sharon and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. I laughed
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until I cried, and then I stopped as Sharon began kissing and licking
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the tears away. I was still quite hard inside her, and I started
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responding to her kisses by gently moving and rotating my hips. She
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gasped and smiled at me, and then kissed me harder. She tried to bring
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her knees up along side of me, but her stockings weren't all the way off
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and she couldn't - in fact, the top of the stockings seemed to
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be caught on something. Or rather, *two* somethings...! Now, every time
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I started to slide back out, her stockings caught me right up underneath
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and kept me from pulling out too far! God, that felt good! We both
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realized what was happening, and with a slight sensually nasty smile,
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she raised her knees even farther until I could barely move. The
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feeling was indescribable. I went crazy on her. No longer supporting
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myself, I reached around her with my arms and held her tight. She
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dug her fingers into my back and pushed herself up, pressing against
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me. That was all I could take, and I exploded inside her for what
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seemed life forever.
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Even after I caught my breath, I could still feel myself pumping away
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inside her, contracting and shooting the warm liquid brought up by the
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fury of our passion. I looked up at Sharon, and she was smiling at me -
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a very satisfied, fulfilled, womanly smile. I kissed her.
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Back in the car, my mind was going a mile a minute. This weekend, I'd
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go check out jewelry stores, and see what diamonds would cost me. A
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woman like that deserves the best, and I'd use my whole savings if need
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be. I was NOT going to let this one get away! I turned to watch her
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beautiful face as she drove. She saw me out of the corner of her
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eyes, and smiled, and took my hand...
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I remember I went cold the following Monday, when I heard Sharon had
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been fired Friday for her extended lunch. When I heard that her
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husband had phoned her boss to complain about it, my coldness turned
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to ice. Why hadn't she told me? How could she have done what she
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did to me? What was so wrong with me, that someone could think they
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could do something like that and have everything be OK? That really said
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a lot about my worth as a human being. I tried to take a leave of
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absence from work, but the inactivity made me think of her all the more
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so I quickly went back. I'd never hurt so much in all my life.
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That was just over a year go. I saw Sharon the other day - she was
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driving the opposite way, and didn't see me. It prompted me to write
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this, and it also reminded me once again that the green glow of the
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terminal screen was, and always will be, my best friend.
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Well, it's 3:44 a.m., I might as well try and get some sleep. I won't
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be writing as I crawl into bed and pull up the covers, but I can tell
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you what it'll be like. It hasn't changed for about a year now. I
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reach back and flip the switch off, and listen to the drives grind
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quickly to a halt. I turn out the lights, and climb into bed. The
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green phosphorescence of the screen still glows like a friendly face
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in a dark world of uncertainty, deceit, and confusion. A watery film
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begins to cover my eyes, so I can no longer see the screen as the green
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slowly fades into black.
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