A Weekend Of Love

My family moved to Temple Texas midway through my junior year of highschool. This made my third highschool in as many years. Yes, my father was in the military, but it was actually his civilian job which caused us to move so often. He had been working at EDS for Ross Perot. Unfortunately, Mr. Perot had recently sold EDS to GM, and GM's first thing they did was fire everyone over the age of 45.

One of the first people I met at the new school was a shy young girl, also a junior, whom I fell instantly in love with. A love that lasts to this day. Unfortunately, she didn't reciprocate those feelings for me, at that time. Despite this, and unbeknownst to me at the time, she would become The One for me. You know, that one person in your life whom you compare everyone else in your life to, whether consciously or unconsciously. The one whom there will always be a place for in your heart. We'll call her Deanna.

We unfortunately only had a few months getting to know each other before she moved away. Though we remained friends, and she considered me to be her best friend, I didn't see her nearly as much as I would have preferred. I made it a point to go spend a day with her at least twice a month for the remainder of high school, as she only lived a couple hours away. (Interestingly enough, I find it weird when people won't drive fifteen minutes some place because it's "too far." While in Texas two hours away was considered close.)

My freshman year of college, I was at Texas A&M on their main campus in College Station. My little sister was still in highschool and part of the marching band. Our highschool football team would go on to become the state champions that year. On their road to that title, they were to play a game on Kyle Field. My sister, and family, would be there. So, naturally, I walked across campus and joined them at the game. This only made sense since I would be going home for the weekend after the game anyway.

Now Deanna had called me, and really wanted to talk to me, which is why I had agreed to come home. What Deanna didn't know, was I dating someone from back home at the time. What I didn't know was that my family had brought her with them to the game, and that she would be staying with us for the weekend. So unfortunately, I would not, as it turned out, be meeting Deanna that weekend after all. I would find out over a decade later that she had gotten pregnant, and wanted my help. Understandably, she was very upset that I wasn't going to come see her anymore.

That was the last time Deanna and I spoke until 2007. I was checking my MySpace page, and noted that I had a new message, and a new friend request (I think that was how that worked back then. I honestly can't remember how MySpace worked now). When I opened the message, it was from Deanna. I know that my heart must have turned inside out from the excitement I felt about this. I couldn't believe after all this time that she had found me.

We began chatting, and then talking over the phone. Every time we hung up, I would say "I love you!" to the dead air. Our conversations were long, often lasting for hours, as long as I didn't get a call at work to interrupt us (I was working as a Paramedic). She told me about her life, family, including kids, and a husband she was very unhappy with. Cellphone technology being what it was back then, I thought she had hung up but she heard me say, "I love you!" before I put my phone into my pocket to go take the job we had just been dispatched for. I got a text from her, "I heard that."

Months go by as we chatted and talked. She kept telling me about her deteriorating marriage, how her husband had not even said "I love you" to here in over half a year, and she knew that I was saying it after every conversation on the phone. It should be noted, I was living in Upstate NY, and she still lived in Texas, outside of Austin. One day she said to me, just as we were hanging up, "[Lyssa], I love you too."

If you thought my heart had been excited before, it was nothing to how this pronouncement affected me now. Here was a woman I had loved for nearly two decades finally saying that she loved me back. It was something I had waited for so long to hear, I couldn't believe my ears at first. More than that, she told me she was leaving her husband. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but I thought that maybe I finally had a chance to be with The One!

We began sexting, in addition to our chats and conversation, and even started having phone sex. (I used to really be into the sexting thing, and could create some of the most elaborate sexting and or sexual, text-based roleplay out there, with exquisite detail. Unfortunately, after Deanna, I just can't get into anymore.) Eventually, Deanna said that she wanted to come visit me. I was beyond ecstatic! I knew exactly what this was going to lead to, and I wanted it more than anything in life. I paid for her plane tickets, booked us a hotel in Buffalo, and our first true date was on.

I waited for her plane to arrive, standing just outside the arrivals security gate. I wore black slacks, a button down shirt, and held in my hands a double bouquet of Vera Wang roses. She came walking around the corner in a black pant suit. Though I had not see her in such a very long time, I knew her in an instant. She also recognized me as well, and sprinted to me, leaping into my arms. As I held her in my grasp, we kissed passionately to the applause of those around us. I'm pretty sure if it wasn't illegal, we would have had our first go right there in the terminal.

When finally we parted from our make out session, we obtained her checked luggage from the carousel, and made our way out to my car. It was a struggle, but we managed to drive back to the hotel and keep from crashing the car. Leading her up to the hotel room (which I had been in earlier and prepared for just this moment), I handed her a note - Follow the path!

After she read this, I opened the door, and a pathway of Hershey's Kisses was laid out on the ground. It first lead her into the bathroom through the nearest door of it. The tub was filled with water, and rose petals were scattered on the surface and around the room. Another note hung from the shower curtain rod. I have kissed the ground you walked on, and now showered you with roses - Follow the path!

She laughed and continued to follow the Hershey's pathway out the far door of the bathroom into the area with the bed. Again, rose petals were scattered on the bed, and another note awaited her. Now I want to lay you down in a bed of roses and make sweet love to you, as I have longed to do since the day we first met.

She had tears of joy in her eyes when she beckoned me in to join her on that bed of roses. I pressed my body against hers as we kissed passionately and I enfolded her into my arms. With an urgency born or years of waiting, but without any undo haste, I lifted her into the bed, and we made out passionately there, while clothing was efficiently stripped from our bodies.

Finally we lay naked in the bed of roses, pressing our bodies together, each wanting to fulfill the extreme sexual desires coursing through us. From our months of phone sex, and the sexting, I knew exactly how she liked to be pleased. My hands had worked their way to her dripping wet pussy, and I began to rub her labia softly. Eventually, my fingers parted her lips to her moans and found her clit. Soft gentle caresses had her moaning even louder, as we struggled to keep kissing through the pleasure I delivered to her. My fingers slipped inside of her, and yes, despite all the cliches against such a thing I found her g-spot. Her moans grew louder still.

I began to kiss my way down her body, paying attention to her breasts for a few minutes as I passed them by. Eventually, I was between her legs. There I began to eat her pussy like Winnie the Pooh face fucks a jar of honey. All the while I continued to finger her. She was writhing in ecstasy on the bed, and she wanted more. I knew just what more she wanted. While two fingers were buried in her pussy, I pushed my pinky into her ass. She was so wet, additional lubrication had not been needed. This sent her over the moon, and her first orgasm literally exploded all over my face. She was a squirter! A fact she had kept hidden from me until now. Her reasoning, she was embarrassed by it. While she tried to withdraw, I kept on her, and made her cum twice more before she unequivocally bade me to stop.

Stop I did. For we all know that consent can be withdrawn at any time. That wasn't what was happening though. She was so embarrassed by her squirting, she wanted to stop. I explained that squirting is the Holy Grail of female orgasm, and I had never experienced it firsthand, but it was a fetish for me. My raging hardon proved up my words to her. After talking her through her embarrassment, and her realizing how extremely horny it made me, she said, "Then fuck me!"

Passionately I began kissing her as I rolled myself between her legs. I slid myself inside of her as easily as a hot knife slides through warm butter. Now, I would have preferred that our first time was making love. Our heat was far too much for that to occur. In fact, my own personal heat was such that I knew I wouldn't last long. Just call me a thirty second wonder...wonder if I'll last thirty seconds. I began to fuck her fast and furious as the temperature of our desires dictated. As alluded to, I didn't last long, and I was pumping my hot cum inside of her.

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. We had discussed the fact that I have what I call "new pussy syndrome." Basically, whenever I'm with someone new, I cum fast, very fast. Despite having previously discussed it, I was still quite embarrassed. It didn't help matters that she had that Ultra-grippy 3000 Pussy, and I hadn't had sex in years. She consoled me as well. Even stating, "I'm glad we didn't do this in high school. We wouldn't have been mature enough to handle this."

We'll, handle it we did. That night we made love, had sex, and fucked more than a few times. The next day, I took her to Niagara Falls, on the Canadian side of course. We went to the casino, and a few attractions as well. We even got rained on, which led to "our song" being Busy Stop by the Hollies. We put on dinner finery, and went up into the Skylon Tower for dinner in their revolving restaurant. That was the best steak dinner I've ever had, bar none. I'm sure the exquisite company I was with didn't hurt. We even did the whole "picture" thing where the photographer comes around and takes your picture with the falls in the background. I still have that picture today (no I won't share it).

That night we proceeded back to my home outside of Rochester NY, and spent a completely amazing weekend of love together. A few months later, I even moved down to Texas to be with her. That is, as they say, another story.