Becy My Hill Country Redhead #7

Becky My Hill Country Redhead #7

Love lost, rediscovering Becky 15 years later.

Author's Note:

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

In order to fully understand the background of the story, 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. I longed over Becky for fifteen years until I finally happened to see her again.

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Becky My Hill Country Redhead #7

Part 1: Bumping into Becky again

A good friend once taught me a few Yiddish phrases that could probably be uttered in my situation. Naturally, everyone knows 'Oy vey,' but the most profound statement was 'Gornist helfin,' which roughly means 'Nothing will help you unless a great power intervenes on your behalf,' for which I was hoping.

It was the summer of 1989 and I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. I left the woman that I loved in Clifton, Texas to take a better and higher paying job. I moved 100 miles west of Austin, Texas. I invited Becky to come live with me, but she didn't want to leave her family and her friends. Having never lived in a big city, living in the small town of Clifton was all that she knew.

Besides, with her working in a job earning minimum wage, I didn't have the money to help move her, and she didn't have the money to move herself either. We were stuck to continue living a life of poverty unless I did something about my dismal future. Even though I loved her, I couldn't allow her to hold me back. I had to go west where the money was.

I had to leave. I had to leave her. I had no choice. A heartbreaking decision, I had to let her go. I needed to move on with my life without looking back at the past.

Ten years earlier, too focused on my future work career, after leaving my beloved Becky behind to fend for herself in Clifton, my dating and sexlife came to a screeching halt. Something that I missed having, I had unbelievable sex with Becky. I sacrificed her when I landed a much better job. The best thing that I could have done for myself, that one career move paved the way for the rest of my professional life.

Leaving Becky, the woman that I loved for my job and for the continued growth and success of my career, was a real sacrifice. An easy, sensible, and intelligent decision to make, it wasn't much of a choice. Only, giving up on the love of my life was painful. Yet, either I continue living in poverty with Becky, or I take the much needed steps to improve the quality of my life. I could always meet another woman but a job like this happens only once in a lifetime.

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When I moved from Austin, Texas to Fort Worth, Texas for my dream job, removing Becky from my mind, not an easy thing to do, I focused on my career. That was easier to do without having Becky teasing me and daring me to seduce her. Too busy at work, not having much free time, I gave up dating.

With me working 10-12 hour days, I became something of a hermit. Besides, I didn't want any woman other than my beloved Becky. Besides, with every other woman not measuring up to her in comparison, no one could replace what I had with her. We had a one-of-a-kind and once in lifetime love affair.

Seeing my loneliness, my best friend set me up on a blind date and with a woman that he thought I would like. Since then, he apologized because he realized that the woman that he arranged for me to meet was a huge mistake. Unable to blame him, he really didn't know that much about her to set me up with her. Her name was Judy, and, physically and emotionally, she was the exact opposite of what I wanted, needed, or desired to have in a woman.

A plain woman, she was tall, about 5' 10" tall. She was a large woman with a full size figure. With her having brown hair and brown eyes, she was far from being pretty and shapely. She wasn't ugly but, when comparing her to Becky, she didn't even come close to measuring up to her. Except for her height, nothing memorable and easy to forget, she was one of millions of ordinary looking women who looked like her.

The one thing that I liked about her was that she was a good cook, which would explain her large size, only, that was the extent of her charm and her hidden talent. Although both of us worked in downtown Fort Worth, I went out to lunch with my co-workers. Unfortunately, as it turned out, something that I didn't see right away and slowly discovered, she was a female Jekyll and Hyde.

In public, she was overly friendly, polite, nice, and kind. Yet, should any woman show me her attention, giving the woman a threatening look, she was possessively jealous of me. She once told me that the reason why she didn't have to worry about being alone is because she looked like a fat bitch with an attitude.

In public, she'd fawn all over me like she would a puppy in public. She'd smile at me and compliment me. Yet, in private, turning into a jungle cat, her claws and sharp tongue came out. When alone with her, with not caring if she hurt my feelings, and with her not having anything good to say about me, she became the mean and nasty bitch that she is.

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Unfortunately, with me allowing it to happen, too busy to notice, she gradually moved more of her stuff into my apartment. She literally had moved in with me without us discussing it and without my consent. Yet, with me working long hours, I wasn't home very much.

Too tired to complain or care, I allowed her to take over my apartment and me. I just wanted to have something to eat before taking a shower and going to bed. Then, up early, making coffee and my own breakfast, not even turning on any lights, I was already gone for work while she was still sleeping.

Besides, I was lonely. I was sad. I was depressed. After missing Becky, I was desperate for attention and sex which she willingly provided any time that I wanted. At first we fucked every night but then it sharply tapered off to once a week. She always complained that she was too tired or had a backache.

Then, Judy rarely gave me a blowjob. She wouldn't even stroke my cock unless I practically begged her to do that. She would only give me sex when she wanted sex, and not when I wanted to have it. In that regard, not wanting to have sex with her, I was happy with our nonexistent relationship.

Besides, I never liked kissing her in the way that I loved kissing Becky. Kissing her just wasn't the same. Judy didn't race my pulse and harden my cock in the way that the love of my life did.

Moreover, in comparison, Judy had grossly huge, soft, and saggy breasts, probably a triple D cup equal to an F cup. Where Becky had shapely breasts that were a perky and firm C or even a D cup that perfectly filled my hands, Judy had flabby handfuls. Suffice to say, I missed her huge, firm, and shapely breasts with her big, erect nipples. To be honest, going from the best to the worst, having sex with Judy was the worst sex that I ever had.

Missing her every day, little did I know how wrong I was for leaving Becky behind. I didn't seem to have any other options for finding another woman in the limited amount of time I had for dating when not working. With Judy my only woman, I thought about proposing a marriage of convenience.

Yet, reluctant to put a ring on her finger, I didn't love her. She was more of a roommate or my mother instead of my lover. Glad that I hadn't done that, marrying Judy would have been a huge mistake and something that I would have regretted.

Then, one evening, when she wasn't home and out with her friends, I began reminiscing about the women I had known and dated over the years. I thought about the only woman that I ever loved. There weren't that many women in my life but one woman in particular stood out in my mind. That's when I started thinking about and masturbating over Becky, the love of my life.

I had resigned myself to the possibility of never seeing her again because we both had moved on with our lives many years ago. Yet, I wondered where she was, no doubt, still in Clifton. I wondered what she was doing, working, going out dancing with Shirley, even though Shirley didn't dance, and having fun.

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Then, one day, while at lunch with the guys from the office, I noticed a particularly striking, redheaded woman professionally dressed seated at a booth on the other side of the restaurant. Even though she was too far away for me to get a good look at her, no doubt, because of her beautiful red hair and the side view of her big breasts through her dress, she reminded me of Becky. Yet, I've always been attracted to redheads, especially natural redheads, and especially redheaded women with big breasts. Whoever this woman was, she filled my sexual attraction needs.

As usual, I went out with the guys from work to one of our favorite places for lunch. With her back turned to me, still not getting a good look at her face, I didn't recall ever seeing this woman here before. Yet, racing my pulse and hardening my cock, there was something eerily similar about her as much as there was something different about her. We happened to look up from our meals at the same time and, when she looked at me, our eyes locked.

'If Becky had a twin, this would be her,' I thought.

Then, lighting me up inside, she gave me a big, beautiful smile. Whoever this woman was, she was a better version of the love of my life. Indeed, new, and improved, she was Becky version 2.0.

Her hair was professionally coiffed whereas Becky cut her own hair. She wore an expensive dress with matching high heels and a handbag. Becky never wore a dress and didn't own a pair of high heels, forget about a matching handbag. Then, after she smiled at me and when I saw her smiling at her friends, she had perfect, white teeth. Becky had bad teeth. Wishing that she was my ex-girlfriend reincarnated, she wasn't.

Yet, with her having the same mannerisms, and that same beautiful laugh, there was something about her that made me continue to stare at her. She looked familiar. She looked a little bit like Becky.

Yet, again, she never wore her hair like that. She wore very little makeup. I've only seen her in cutoff jeans and a low-cut blouse. I've never seen her in a nice dress with high heels. Yet, no doubt, because of her red hair and her big breasts, the woman reminded me of and made me think of Becky. I'll be masturbating over having sex with this beautiful woman tonight and again, tomorrow morning.

Then, she turned and saw me staring at her, she smiled at me. She had a big, beautiful smile that warmed my heart and throbbed my cock. Yet, unlike my beloved, she had bright, white, and perfect teeth. Again, Becky had bad teeth because of a calcium deficiency when she was little.

Still, nevertheless, there was something shockingly familiar about her. She made me feel empty and longing with deep desire within my core. Even though she looked so familiar, having never seen a woman as beautiful as she was before, I still couldn't place her. Giving one another a longing look, we stared at each other a little too long before returning our attention back to our lunches and to our luncheon friends.

'Did she recognize me? Does she know me,' I thought? 'Is this Becky?'

When she looked at me, she had a curious smile on her face as though she remembered me and knew me. Not a normal feeling, I wondered why I felt this way about a woman that I had never met. Since it was time to go back to the office, I finished my lunch. Then, when we paid our bill, daring myself to go to her and talk to her, the woman had already left. She was gone. She left with my heart.

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Something that I regretted not doing, I cursed myself for not having the courage to walk over to her, introduce myself, and speak with her. Unable to properly dream about her, I didn't even know her name or where she worked. In fact, I didn't know anything about her, other than her beautiful, flaming red hair, her pretty face, her fabulous freckles that I could even see from a distance, her enticing figure, and her enormous breasts.

While hoping and praying to see Becky 2.0 again, I ate at the café several times a week. Alas, either she lunched earlier or later but, I never saw her again at the Café. My hope of ever knowing her name dashed with my unrequited desire.

Then, a week or so later, while shopping at the local mall with Judy, my so-called, live-in girlfriend, which I had trouble thinking of her as that, I saw her at the mall. When I happened to glance towards the Victoria's Secret store, something that I never did, especially when with Judy, I saw her. With nothing sexy about her, Judy would never dare step in that store. It was at that moment that I saw the redhead I had been searching to see again. She walked out of the store carrying a small sales bag.

As if she was a Victoria Secret's model walking a runway with a fan blowing on her, her long, red locks wafted in the breeze as she walked. Strikingly beautiful, with her only 5' 4" tall, she wore high heels that made her look 5' 7" tall. While wiggling her shapely backside, she carried her sexy frame while walking confidently. Then, as if we were psychically connected, she turned and our eyes met again. We looked at one another at the same time.

She smiled broadly at me but her smile faded quickly in disappointment when she saw Judy grabbing my arm to drag me towards another store. I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes hoping this woman would notice my unhappy desperation. No doubt, she probably figured Judy was my girlfriend or my wife. Yet, she may have thought she was my mother because she looked so much older than me.

Something that women do all of the time, whenever a man is with a woman, especially when the woman believes that she's better looking than the woman that the man is with, she'll stare at the man. She'll even give him the eye. Her way of getting his attention, she may go as far to flirt with him, too. Women are devious in that way.

This mystery redhead shook her head and frowned to herself as she turned and walked away, although she did turn to glance back at me in the way that I turned to glance back at her. Before I disappeared in the store with Judy, she stopped, and scribbled something on a business card. Then, with me watching, she deliberately dropped it where she knew I would see it and, hopefully, find it.

While Judy was busy in the store's changing room, eager to see what my red headed bombshell dropped, I left the store. I quickly walked over to where she dropped whatever she dropped. Then, when I saw it, I stopped and bent down with the pretense of tying my shoelaces to retrieve the card.

I quickly stuffed the business card into my pocket without even looking at it and hurried back to Judy before she discovered me missing. Later that evening, I went into the bathroom, locked the door behind me, pulled out the card she had dropped, and read it. It was a business card for a local lawyer, although I didn't pay much attention to his name. But what was scribbled on the back is what got my attention.

'Wednesday. Lunch @ the café,' it read.

She didn't give me her name. I wish she had given me her name. It's much more exciting if I have the first name of the woman that I'm thinking of when masturbating. I wondered what her name was. Perhaps, with her beautiful red hair, freckles, and milkmaid breasts, she's Irish. Perhaps, her name is Maureen, Colleen, Irene, or Ailene. Not having a clue, I didn't know.

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For the next few days to say I was distracted would have been a gross understatement. Getting to talk to her and ask her name, I was so excited about having lunch with this beautiful, sexy, and busty redhead. I kept thinking about my mysterious redheaded woman while trying to appear normal whenever Judy was around.

Yet, preoccupied at work, all that I could think about was Maureen, Colleen, Irene, or Ailene. Instead of concentrating on my work, I doodled her imagined names dozens of times. Having heard me complain about Judy, the guys at the office knew that I was unhappy with my live-in girlfriend. She was so needy. With me not home much, when I was home, demanding my attention, she always tried to always monopolize my time.

With them all commenting on it, my co-workers noticed something different about me that day and the following days. With a hitch to my step, I was whistling. I was quick with a good word and/or a compliment. I was laughing. I was happier than I've ever been. Finally, it was Wednesday, and even though the guys decided to go out for pizza, I begged off and went alone to the little café to meet my mystery woman instead.

Filled with excited anticipation, as soon as I entered the restaurant, as if she had been watching the door while waiting for me, the gorgeous redhead noticed me, smiled broadly, and waved me over to her table. Seemingly, she wanted to talk to me as much as I wanted to talk to her. Perhaps, she wondered what my name was, where I worked, and what I did for a living. I quickly smiled back, gave her a little wave, and joined my mysterious woman at her table.

"David," she said excitedly greeting me.

'She knocked my socks off by already knowing my name. She knew my name. How did she know my name,' I thought?

"I haven't seen you in ages. How are you doing these days," she asked while giving me that big, beautiful smile?

Not hard to tell by the confused look on my face, she could see that I still didn't recognize her.

"It's me, Becky, from Clifton," she said with a laugh and while giving me her beautiful, big, white smile again.

Shocked, my heart leapt into my throat, my eyes lit up.

"Becky? Becky! Oh my god! Becky! I can't believe it. Is that you, I mean, really you," I asked?

Unable to stop staring at her, I continued staring at her with my eyes bulging out of my head and my mouth hanging open.

I'm sorry, I hardly recognize you. You've changed so much, but you look fantastic," I stumbled over my words. "You look sensational."

While remembering all of the fun times we had together, I couldn't stop staring and smiling at her. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely.

"What brings you to Fort Worth? What have you been doing? I mean, how are you," I asked while asking her another question without allowing her to answer the first, two questions?

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"Yeah, I've changed quite a bit since the last time we were together. I'm not surprised that you didn't recognize me," she said with another laugh.

She fluffed her beautiful, red hair with her hand.

"Never having been to a hairdresser, I have a hairdresser now. I wear dresses and heels instead of cutoff jeans and sneakers. I wear makeup and had my teeth fixed," she said with a big smile. "Oh, and I've had a tummy tuck, and mastopexy, a breast lift, just to fill me out a bit," she said.

She proudly cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them through her blouse and her bra while displaying them for me.

I smiled while nodding my head.

"I'm so happy to see you again, Becky," I said, touching her hand.

She smiled at me again and gave me a look that told me that she still loved me.

"Well, where do I begin? You remember my roommate, Shirley, and my cousin Robert," she said.

I nodded while remembering them.

"They married about a year after that picnic. They have a son. They live on a small farm outside of town now,' said Becky.

I smiled at her while staring at her. I couldn't stop smiling at her. I couldn't stop staring at her. Beautiful before but now as if she had a magical transformation, she was even more beautiful than I remembered.

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"What about you," I asked?

She nodded with sadness.

"You knew there wasn't much of a future for me in that little town," said Becky. "After you left, I saved up as much money as I could, got my G.E.D., and attended evening college. I earned my associate's degree and went to work in the legal field. First as a court reporter and then as a legal secretary," she said.