Becky My Hill Country Redhead 8

Becky My Hill Country Redhead #8

Love lost, rediscovering Becky, the love of my life, 15 years later.

Author's Note:

This is the second part of a two part story about meeting the lost love of my life, fifteen-years later. This is the conclusion of "Becky My Hill Country Redhead."

In order to fully understand the background of this romantic story that's filled with lovemaking sex, it is advisable to read the original series, chapters 1 to 6, first. For those into romance stories, you won't be disappointed reading this series. We all have a lost love. Think about it. Who is the one who got away from you? Have you ever wondered where he or she is now?

Seemingly lost without them and haunted by them, we all wonder where are lost loves are now after so many years. What if we had married them instead of our current husband or wife? How different would our lives have been? Would our lives have been any better or would our lives have been worse?

Never believing that I'd ever see her again, yet, thinking of her every day, I longed over Becky for fifteen, long years. Then, unbelievably, as if was seeing a vision of an angel sent from heaven just for me, I saw her from a distance, across a restaurant where I was having lunch with my co-workers. Having a difficult time recognizing her because she changed so much for the better, yet I was sure that it was her. With my pulse racing, my heart beating, and my cock hardening, it had to be her.

'Becky,' I thought to myself. 'Beautiful Becky.'

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Becky My Hill Country Redhead rewritten and continued from #7

Sunday morning, we awoke to the sun streaming through Becky's bedroom window. We laughed, realizing we hadn't closed the drapes last night and had probably given the entire downtown Fort Worth quite a show. It was a good thing that she lived on the eleventh floor and didn't live in a first-floor condo. Yet, those high-rise condos across from us must have watched us as if they were watching a live adult film.

Sweaty after sex, she invited me to share her morning shower. Not having to ask me twice, while soaping each other up, it wasn't long before we both became aroused and were ready for more. We needed to have our coffee first. We laughed and kissed while the coffee brewed. When the coffee was ready, we sat at her table and shared our morning cups clad only in our bath towels.

"Whoops," said Becky teasing me.

She laughed while accidentally on purpose allowing her towel to fall open to expose her breasts and her erect nipples. Then, as she bent to retrieve her towel, again she accidentally on purpose pulled my towel open to expose my morning wood. With my one-eyed Jack saying good morning to her, as if bowing to her in respect, my semi-erect cock greeted her naked breasts with a throb.

"Oh, God," she said with a laugh while sliding a slow tongue across her red, full lips. "Someone is wide awake this morning!"

Seemingly insatiable, Becky parted open the bottom of her towel and rubbed her pussy to a pink glistening wetness while staring up at me. Then, teasing me, and as if daring me to do so, she gave her big, beautiful smile and winked at me. Not needing an engraved invitation, I stood, pulled the towel from her, lifted her to stand, turned her around, and bent her forward. I grabbed her by the hips from behind. Then, moving our coffee cups out of the way, I bent her over the breakfast table.

Not having to bother licking my hand and wiping her pussy to make her wet, she was already plenty wet enough. I lined up my fully erect cock with her glistening wet pussy and shoved it straight in. She gasped and squealed in shock at the sudden invasion of my big boner. Her squeals quickly turned into moans of sexual delight when I hit the bottom of her depths.

Starting slowly, I lovingly humped her while holding onto her naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples. Then, humping faster and humping her harder, giving her an early morning treat, I fucked her right there at the breakfast table. I continued pounding her faster. I continued pounding her harder. I wasn't making love; I was fucking her in the way of a big dog fucking a female dog. Calling it what it is, this was pure, animal fucking.

Her legs went weak as I gave her a thunderously screaming orgasm when I shot my load deep inside her quivering pussy.

"David! David! My God, David! Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. Don't stop fucking me. I'm cumming, David. I'm cumming," she said.

She stiffened her whole body before falling silent to enjoy the afterglow of sex while continuing to lay across the table. Our combined love fluids leaked out as I withdrew. I shot the last couple of streams on her lower back and all over her shapely, freckled ass cheeks. Allowing our coffees to grow cold, we smiled contentedly at each other as we went to clean up and get dressed.

# # #

After we showered again, needing to take the time to talk, having a lot to talk about, we returned to her couch and discussed the events of the last few days.

"David, I thought I'd never see you again after you left," said Becky.

As if she was about to cry, she looked up at me with sad and tearful eyes.

"I was heartbroken," she said, hanging her head down while rubbing her hands.

She looked up at me to give me a sad, little smile.

"Grieving the loss of you as if you had died, it took me months to accept the fact that you had moved on without me. I never got over it. That's the reason why I never felt like dating," she said. "When I had the best, I didn't want any of the rest."

She looked deeply in my brown eyes with her beautiful, green eyes.

"I was still missing you while hoping and praying that you'd return to me. Our beautiful love story had turned into a nightmare. I know it was desperate hope, but I still wished for you'd change your mind about leaving me and return to me," she said.

She looked up at me to give me a sad, little smile. She was so beautiful. She was even more beautiful when she smiled, even when she only gave me a sad, little smile. I loved her. I truly loved her.

She looked up at me with an inner fortitude that I knew she always had. She's always been a fighter and a strong woman. Knowing what she wanted, never giving up and getting it, her nature was to go after it no matter what.

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As if thinking what more that she wanted to say, she paused and remained silent for a long minute.

"Something that's always bothered me, especially after meeting you, my quick witted, intelligent boyfriend, was my lack of education. I decided to get on with my life and go back to school. Yet, not once, not ever, with you always on my mind, I never forgot you," she said, squeezing my hand while smiling again. "It was as if I was educating myself for you to be proud of me."

I lovingly pushed back a strand of her beautiful, red hair with my hand that had fallen in front of her gorgeous, green eyes.

"Then, one day, not believing my eyes and wondering if I was imagining you, I noticed someone who looked like you going into that restaurant where I saw you for lunch. Since my office is only a block away, it was easy for me to see who came and went from that eatery," she said. "From that day forward, I kept watch while hoping that the man that I saw was you and that you had returned to me."

I took her hand in mine and gave her a loving smile.

"My heart raced when it dawned on me that the man that I was keeping a lookout for may have been you. You looked different. Of course, you looked older but men age well," she said with little laugh. "You gained a little weight, and you've toned up quite a bit," she said. "It was difficult for me to tell if it was you from the distance."

She paused to smile at me and to touch my beard.

"As if you were their boss instead of their co-worker, you sat talking to your friends with more confidence. You grew without me, and I bloomed without you," she said. "Together we were perfect. Yet, for the time that we were apart, we were better."

She gave me a devious smile.

"I made notes of the dates and the times when you went there for lunch. I hoped that I'd see you again. So yes, I had seen you before, but I wasn't sure it was you until that day when we were together at the restaurant, and you know the rest," she said with a sexy laugh.

She looked down at her hands before looking up at me with a little smile.

"Hoping you come talk to me, yet you looked as though you didn't recognize me. I saw you looking over but, you looked as if you weren't sure that it was me," she said.

I returned her smile with my smile

"Becky, sweetheart," I began. "That sounds very much like what I had been through since then, as well. While trying to find a steady job, I didn't have many opportunities nor any desire to date because you were the only one who I ever loved. And then, of course, I finally landed this job that I felt was the right choice for my career."

I squeezed her hand.

"Then, as if it was kismet and we were meant to be together, forever, you returned to my life," I said.

# # #

With our confessions made, we both breathed easier now with the realization that perhaps our prayers had been answered. Ready to tell her my truth, I looked out of the window and sighed. I hoped she'd understand, give me another chance, and welcome me back with open arms. Since we already were having sex and returning to our romantic relationship where we had left it, I suspected that my chances were good to be with her forever and always.

"Well, now comes the hard part," I said. "How do we move forward from here," I asked? "Can you forgive me for leaving you?"

Becky stood and hugged me tightly. Then, she lovingly and tenderly kissed me.

"We've waited so long to be together. I'm here for you. I'm not going to let you run away this time," she said.

She gave me that big, beautiful smile.

"If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know. And as an added bonus, if you need any legal help, well, you know I've got a few contacts now," she said with a laugh.

I nodded my head in agreement with her.

"It's time for me to face the music, and I'd better get on with it. I'm sure it won't be pleasant but knowing that you are back in my life now, I've got the inner strength to break off my relationship with Judy," I said. "I don't want her. I never wanted her. I want you. I never asked her to move in with me, she just squirreled her way into my life," I said, taking her hand in mind as if I was about to propose marriage.

Now that I said all that I needed to say, ready to leave to give her a chance to all that I confessed, I stood and headed to her front door. She stood and followed me. I opened the door and stepped through the door. Then, before leaving, I turned to kiss my love what I hoped was just a temporary goodbye. Becky wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately.

In the midst of our kiss, I remembered too late the effects that my kisses on this woman. She started breathing heavier, hugged me tighter, and kissed me deeper. With her display of passionate affection, there was no doubt in my mind that she was in love with me as much as I was in love with her.

'Uh, oh too late' I thought to myself as she dragged me back into her condo and into her bed once more.

As if having sex for the first time, we practically ripped our clothes off falling back onto her bed once more as we began to make love again. While it wasn't the longest romantic sessions, this time, it was one of the most intense and passionate sessions of lovemaking that we've had in 15 years. She dug her fingernails into my back as she had an incredible orgasm that left her a quivering, and incoherent blubbering mess on her bed.

"Oh, David. David. Make love to me. Make me your woman. Show me how much you want me with your hands, your cock, and your lips," she said breathing hard.

As we lay recovering from our love making, I kissed her sweetly. Not wanting to go home smelling like her, I told her to just rest while I took a quick shower and got dressed to go home.

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Becky My Hill Country Redhead #8

Part 2:

I arrived home at my apartment around noon on Sunday after a fun filled, memorable day at Six Flags over Texas and a lusty night of romantic and passionate lovemaking with Becky.

'Becky. Becky. Becky. With her in my life again, I couldn't stop thinking about her,' I thought while thinking of her again.

I not only found her and reconnected with her again, but also, we had sex. We made love. I had the best sex with her than I've ever had with anyone in my life. No one has ever kissed me in the passionate way that she kisses me. I love making out with her as much as I love making love to her and fucking her.

As usual, typical of the zombie like position that I regularly see her in, Judy was sprawled out in my recliner as if she was dead. Still in her usual, dirty house dress, she watched her non-stop game shows and soap operas on TV in a mindlessly catatonic state. Acknowledging me, she turned to shoot me one of those if looks could kill looks. She made no attempt to hide her obvious disgust for me and for my actions.

Of course, in her book, since it wasn't what she wanted to do, therefore, it wasn't allowed for me to do what I wanted to do.

"Well," she asked, finally breaking her silence? "Did you have fun with your little whore yesterday," she asked sneeringly?

It angered me that she thought of Becky as a whore and called her that to my face. I wanted to slap her across her fat face, yet I'd never hit a woman. While hoping to make her feel small and unwanted while hoping that she'd pack up and leave, I wanted to lean over her and scream my disdain for her in her face. I wanted to call her a fat, lazy bitch. Only, that would be redundant because she was a fat, lazy bitch.

Yet, being the bigger person, I wasn't going to allow her remarks to trigger me, not this time. Knowing full well that she would probably subject me to the third degree, I had wisely chosen to shower before I came home thus removing any telltale evidence of having sex with and making love to Becky. I simply acknowledged her presence with a nod and went to change out of the clothes I had been wearing the previous day.

Instead of the vicious tongue lashing I expected, Judy's eyes followed me with an icy stare. Surprising me, she gave me the silent treatment as I made lunch for myself. For the next week, instead of the usual greeting when coming home after work, it felt like I had just stepped into a deep freezer in my own apartment. There was no conversation nor even a grunt from her as she continued her icy, silent treatment.

# # #

On Monday I called Becky from work and told her a little of what had happened with Judy when I arrived home. Since it was still a sore subject for me and she knew it, Becky didn't press me any further for details. Instead, concentrating on the positive instead of on the negative, I told her how much fun I had with her at the theme park. I told her how happy I was that we had reconnected after all the years apart.

Since we both worked in downtown Fort Worth, it was decided to meet Wednesday at the restaurant for lunch. It wasn't very difficult to convince my coworkers to have lunch there since it was one of our favorite places anyway. Along with the guys from work, I got to the eatery a little early and made sure we had a table that would seat six.

Only, my boss had decided to invite his wife that day. I had the waiter bring two extra chairs and place settings. We took our seats and were looking over the menu, as though we hadn't already memorized it before, when a beautiful redheaded woman entered the café. While all of my co-workers stared at her with their lustful looks, I glanced up at her and smiled.

Becky returned my smile and told the greeter that she was meeting friends and that we were already there. Looking professionally dressed, she was wearing her business suit, heels, her matching pocketbook, and modest makeup with her red hair pulled back and up into a stylish bun. She walked straight to our table and straight to me.

I stood and pulled out a chair for her. Everyone at our table looked in astonishment when she sat next to me. Clearly, with them all, no doubt, thinking that I'd never score such a beauty, even the boss's wife looked surprised.

"Who is this lovely lady," asked my boss?

Grinning from ear to ear, I introduced Becky to the group. Manny, one of my coworkers, gave me a nudge in the ribs.

"Dave, how the hell did you ever get such a hot babe as her," he asked while whispering in my ear?

I laughed.

"Becky and I used to date many years ago. We had only recently reconnected," I said while smiling at her with pride. "She is the one who got away."

Becky while squeezing my arm.

"Yes, that's true but I'm not going to let him run away this time," said Becky while giving everyone her big, beautiful smile.

# # #

We ordered our lunch as I began to tell them about how we met.

"We met at a country western dance bar. I asked her to dance and that was it for me. I was hooked on making her my steady dance partner," I said with a laugh.

Becky added that she had seen me coming here for lunch and recognized me.

"He left me for a better job opportunity. As if we were meant to be together, it was kismet that we reconnected again," she said smiling.

RC, another one of my married coworkers, whispered in my ear.

"Becky is much nicer when compared to Judy's nasty disposition," he said with a quiet chuckle. "I don't know why you ever dated that woman," he said while shaking his head and making a face. "She's awful."

I let out a laugh while squeezing Becky's hand.

"Well, that's water under the bridge now," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

My boss Dicky and his wife, Rita, smiled at me.

"It looks like Becky is the woman that you should never have let go," he said.

They left the café early in his 1985 Mercedes Benz 300SD, turbo diesel. Our lunch hour always seems so short, especially today when it flew by, and soon it was time to go back to work. We said our good-byes and I gave Becky a kiss on her lips. I told her that I had a preexisting monthly meeting this weekend so we would have to make our plans later.

Everyone went back to our respective jobs to finish out the day. The following weekend, I cleaned up my apartment as best as I could and got ready for our monthly meeting with the Scottish clans group. The main topic of discussion was the upcoming Clan Gathering and Scottish games in Arlington where we would man our information booth, as usual, since I no longer competed in the piping competition.

This would become a huge bone of contention with Judy considering now that Becky had returned to my life. I was dreading that conversation. The next week, things had settled down a bit around the apartment. There wasn't any further discussion about my weekend with my date.

I continued to phone Becky during work hours and met her on our usual Wednesday lunch together. Since Wednesdays were also our band rehearsal night, and Judy would not expect me until late that night anyway, I'd go straight to rehearsal right after work. Becky agreed to accompany me to rehearsal and afterwards, stop at her condo for a much-anticipated short session of passionate sex.

After telling my band members about her, the guys in the band were glad to meet Becky and to see her with me that night. They also noticed how close we had become. Possibly because of her presence or that our rehearsal went so smoothly with no new songs to practice, we decided to cut it short.

"Have fun," the lead guitarist said and gave me a wink.

Becky helped me load my guitars into my 1986 Ford Taurus SHO and I followed her to her condo.

# # #

We parked in the underground parking garage of Becky's condo where I was assured my guitars would be safely locked in my car, we took the elevator up to her floor. Hand in hand, Becky led me inside and we began passionately kissing like we used to do so many years ago. While fondling her firm breasts through her clothes, I removed her business jacket as she unzipped my pants and fished for my already half-hard penis.