May Today Become The Day

It was a dark morning. The grey clouds were starting to gather in the sky, promising a lot more than just a normal rainy day. Perfect, I thought to myself, suits my mood absolutely.

Why did everything have to go wrong? I asked myself silently. I was so happy yesterday, waiting for tonight with more enthusiasm I had had in a long time. Well that's what you get for falling for a man so quickly, Holly, you naive little girl, I chastised myself. You should know better by now.

Indeed I should, for my short life of twenty-one years had been paved with love-related disappointments from the first feeble attempts to attract boys in my teens until now. Now, I had honestly thought that I had finally found someone I could trust not to break my heart. Naturally I was wrong.

I don't even know why I felt so strongly about my latest conquest-gone-awry, because it had been of pretty short duration. I had dated Andrew for only about three weeks and that is definitely not a long time, so I shouldn't be feeling like shit now. But I did. It was probably because I had exposed more of me to him than I should have. I had let my guard down and allowed myself to fall freely for him. That's something I don't normally do, because I don't want to get hurt.

Ohh, what's the point? I asked myself and rolled my eyes. I should be getting ready for tonight's ordeal and not dwell on my shattered, silly girl's dreams. I just didn't feel at all like celebrating even though that is what I was supposed to be doing tonight – going to a party and having a jolly good time.

The main problem was that there would be someone extremely unwelcome to my eyes present tonight. You guessed it, Andrew. He and I study the same subject, so naturally we attend all the same student parties and so on. Maybe it's for the best though, I thought, because I will have to meet him at some point anyway. Better to get it over with.

I decided not to think about him any longer and went to the shower. I undressed slowly, staring at my image on the bathroom mirror. Absent-mindedly I started to play with my long auburn hair that fell on my back. A small smile flickered across my face as I studied my smallish but firm breasts and caressed my flat belly. My hands moved inadvertently over the curve of my hips. Suddenly I snapped back to the reality, shaking myself awake. I went to the shower and let the wonderfully warm water run over me.

I closed my eyes as the sweet warmthness encircled me. I couldn't help drifting back to the days that now seemed years past, but in reality had been only a couple of weeks ago.

Andrew had definitely caught my eye easily. I had observed him from afar as he talked and laughed with his friends. He had such an enticing laughter and the sexiest smile I had ever seen. He wasn't too bad on the eye, either. He was obiviously taller than me, at least six feet, and his body was muscular but not too much so, just the way I liked. His broadish shoulders made me want to run to seek safety in them, and his blonde hair begged to be toyed with. All in all, I definitely wanted to get acquainted with him.

I got my chance soon enough. The next day he came to me after class and asked something frivolous about it. We got to talking, and my attraction to him only grew stronger. He was funny, polite and had this sparkle in his blue eyes that made me weak on my knees. I never wanted to stop listening to the somewhat deep tone of his voice, but we both had classes to run to, so we had to part. He did seem sorry to leave me as well, though.

We continued to bump into each other pretty often, and it didn't take him long to ask me out for a cup of coffee. I was overjoyed. I hadn't really dated for a long time, and I was looking forward to having a decent chance to get to know him better, just the two of us. I can remember the tension between us as we sat at a small, secluded table in a coffee shop and sipped our drinks. It was the good kind of tension though, not the bad.

We discussed everything between earth and sky and didn't notice time going by. Oh dear, how it felt staring him in the eye and stealing little looks to his lips and hands as he spoke. I wanted to touch him so badly, and just imagining how it would feel to kiss him sent shivers through my spine.

Eventually we had to leave the coffee shop and he walked me home. As we stood at the entrance to my apartment, he seemed to get a bit nervous. Finally he asked me if I'd like to meet up again sometime soon. Naturally I was incredibly happy and couldn't mutter "yeah" fast enough. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he leaned closer to me and looked me in the eye intently.

As I closed my eyes I could feel his lips brushing against mine, ever so softly. He put his hands behind my back and drew me closer to him as I willingly complied. I felt the warmthness of him with every fiber of my being. His kiss had grown deeper and his hands were caressing my back. I had wrapped my arms behind his neck and was touching the back of his head, lost in the kiss. His tongue flickered in my mouth and I met it with my own. He pressed me against the door and his hands were slowly climbing up my sides under my blouse.

At this point I was completely lost in thought, so I had totally forgotten I was actually in the shower. I leaned against the cool tiled wall as my hand found its way down my flat belly and in between of my thighs. I started gently caressing the sensitive flesh of my pussy as I thought back to the perceft first date. A soft moan escaped my lips when I remembered how the second date had ended, on his sofa. He was lying atop of me, caressing my thighs and sides while kissing my eager lips to bliss. His hand had crept under my shirt, again, and he was very close to cupping my breast. I could feel the bulge in his jeans that was pressed against my thigh.

Suddenly I was pulled back to the real world when I heard the loud rumble of a lightning. I remembered where I was, flushed and breathing heavily, and chastised myself for being so silly as to lose myself in a hopeless dream. I finished the shower quickly and started dressing up. While I prepared for the party I couldn't help thinking about my favorite subject.

We had had a great time, Andrew and I. We had met each other almost every day, and the little encounters in front of doors and on too-comfortable sofas had grown very frecuent. We hadn't had sex yet but I was sure I couldn't wait any longer, so I had decided to ask him if he'd like to stay over tonight after the party. I had gone to his place yesterday to watch a movie with him. I was a bit early, probably because I was so eager to see him.

You can guess what I felt when I approached his apartment and saw him in front of the door with another girl. He had her tightly on his arms and was kissing her passionately. Tears blinded my eyes as I felt my little world collapse around me. There's got to be a resonable explanation to this, I thought frantically. Well of course I couldn't think of one, so I turned around and run from the ugly scene as fast as my little feet could carry me.

After that I hadn't returned his phone calls or been in any contact with him. Maybe he guessed I saw him or maybe not, I didn't really care. All in all I didn't feel at all like meeting him tonight. With these dark thoughts I started to leave for the party.

~*~

It was a real storm outside. Bright lightnings flashed and I could almost feel the electricity flowing in the air. Even the sky is mourning with me, I thought melodramatically, as I walked to the buss stop. I'd definitely sit this one out if the hostess of the party wasn't one of my best friends, but I had promised to be there so I would. I had a funny feeling in my stomach, as something grand was going to happen. I just didn't know what the heck that something could be.

The bus ride felt like it lasted forever, but finally I stood at the entrance to my friend Susie's new place, a big house which she shared with three other girls. This was her housewarming party and the night belonged to her, so I wrestled my happy face on and rang the doorbell. Susie answered the door and started her usual chatter almost right away.

"Oh Holly I'm so glad you came, the party is absolutely the best I've ever seen, even though the weather is that horrible everybody is here, the house is full!" she explained. "Even you-know-who," and she winked at me, pointing not-very-subtly to Andrew, who sat in a corner looking somewhat sullen.

"That's great Susie but..." I started, but she was already yanked away from me by a giggling trio of her roommates.

I was suddenly quite weak and my mouth felt dry. I tried to elude Andrew's prying eyes but couldn't do it very long before he approached me and grabbed my arm. I flinched and drew away from him.

"What's going on, Holly?" he demanded to know, eyeing me intently.

I felt so many emotions at once that I was momentarily lost for words. I tried to avoid Andrew's eyes, not succeeding very well.

"You should know, Andrew," I finally managed to whisper. "I don't want to discuss it here or now. Please let me go."

I felt my eyes water and turned away from him. I tried to lose myself in the crowd and desperately sought the bathroom, because I certainly didn't wish everybody to see my tears. I saw small stairs and climbed them. The upstairs seemed quiet; all of the guests were probably downstairs. I wasn't exactly at my brightest at the moment. I only wanted to find a peaceful place, so I opened the nearest door and stumbled inside.

The room seemed to be one of the girls' bedrooms. It was completely empty and dark, so I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed.

Oh man, I thought to myself, what a mess have I made. I really thought I could have faced Andrew with ease and totally disregarded him, but I was painfully wrong. I'm such an idiot. I tried to cool down and think about what to tell him. I'm so bad at sudden situations; everything has to be planned and simple and organized to me and... That's as far as I got as the door burst open to reveal the tall figure of Andrew standing at the doorway.

Exactly at the same time a big lightning struck and flashed the dark room momentarily bright. I couldn't help but to gasp quietly at the scene that was in front of me. I could have sworn I saw such a perplexed look in Andrew's face, and his eyes had looked so sad. The sight was gone briefly though as the room darkened again. I could hear the soft rapping of rain against the window.

Andrew stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. I could do nothing but sit there. He took a few steps closer to me, and I felt quite nervous, so I stood up and backed to the window. I found a small lamp there and lit it. I could see a bit better now, even though the room was still pretty dark, as if it had been lit with a few candles.

We had been quiet for some time, just looking at each other. I felt extremely strange. On the other hand I wanted to get away, as far as possible, but on the other I never wanted to leave. I could smell faintly his scent, the one that had made me crazy just days before. It had exactly the same effect now. I leaned against the window, hearing the low drum of rain and smelling his musky scent. I must have closed my eyes, feeling as if I was dreaming but completely awake at the same time.

Andrew's low voice penetrated my thoughts and I had to open my eyes, finding myself staring directly at him. He was so close.

"Holly."

I bit my lip nervously. He was too close. I tried to get away from him, taking a step at my side. He seemed to have a different idea, because he stopped me, taking hold of my wrists and pushing them firmly against the cold wall.

I gasped and tried to move my hands. His grip was strong and didn't allow me any movement. I was breathing rapidly, my chest rising noticeably fast. I could do nothing but stare at him.

"Holly," he repeated, "I'm sorry."

I was a little taken aback. I still couldn't speak, but I calmed down a little. Still his hold at my wrists didn't relent at all. The crackling of lightnings outside had abated somewhat.

"Holly," he started again, "you have to have seen me yesterday with Tessa. I'm so sorry, please let me explain."

I finally got my voice back.

"What is there to say, Andrew?" I said flatly. "You embraced her and had your tongue shoved down her throat. How could you possibly explain that? You and I are over; you obviously don't want anything to do with me anymore." Even I was a bit scared at how impersonal and cold my voice sounded. "Please let me leave."

He threw his head back in desperation and tightened his grip of my wrists even more.

"But I do! I want nothing more but to have you smile at me again, Holly. Please let me try to explain," he said, sounding almost as if pleading.

I guess my countenance softened somewhat, because his eyes seemed to lighten up a bit as he continued.

"She... Tessa," he stammered, "is someone from my past." He seemed thoughtful, obviously having some difficulties organizing his words. "An old flame," he finally continued. "I was shocked to see her because I thought I'd never meet her again. She came to me out of the blue when I was coming home from grocery shopping."

I was listening to his explanation with genuine interest now. I felt the hard grip of his hands with every fibre of my being. The flesh of my wrists was tingling and my heart was pounding. My brain was screaming not to listen to him, to get away as fast as possible, but my heart kept me still. He deserved a chance.

"She told me she wanted me back," Andrew continued. "I was overwhelmed. When she left me she... She really hurt me, and told me we would never meet again. But here she was, holding my head between her hands and telling me how wrong she had been."

I felt tears burning my eyes and had to turn my head away from Andrew.

He was silent for a moment. Then he continued.

"Holly, again, I'm so terribly sorry. I lost myself for a brief moment and let it happen. Yeah, I kissed her. It was like... Like I was trying to cling to something that didn't exist anymore. It was like a goodbye to me. A closure if you want to call it that."

I turned my eyes back to Andrew even though I could feel tears dripping down my face, like the rain that was now gently pouring down outside.

"I broke the kiss when I realised I felt nothing towards her anymore," he said quietly. "I told her that it was completely over. I asked her not to come back again." He stared at me intently. "At that moment I could do nothing but think of you, Holly, of how much I wanted to embrace you instead of her. I could not sleep that night."

He leaned close to me and pressed his lips against my cheek lightly, kissing a tear away. I could only close my eyes and bite my lower lip. His scent drowned my senses. He was incredibly close.

"You're all I want, please give me another chance," he murmured in my ear. "I've missed you so badly. I know we just met but you feel so right, so good. Please don't break my heart. Forgive me sweet Holly." He was just rambling now.

A small part of me was so scared of being hurt again that it still demanded I'd get away and fast. My thoughts were racing, I couldn't think straight. My eyes were still closed and I forced myself to calm down a bit. For once I wanted to listen to my heart, and it was pounding so fast now I feared it would burst out. It longed to feel Andrew's touch all over me. His hands were still pinning my wrists, as if forgotten there.

"I forgive you," I managed to whisper.

I could see such joy in his eyes as he took in my words. I was totally unprepared for what happened next.

He pressed his mouth against mine and drew me in a long, deep kiss. His tongue darted between my lips, prying them open. The soft touch of his tongue explored my mouth. I slowly started to respond, moving my tongue against his, savouring the taste and feel of his mouth. He let go of my wrists and hurled me down, landing me at my back at the top of the bed.

When he finally broke the kiss to draw breath, his lips curved in that irresistible smile I loved so much and I could only smile back.

"I really thought I'd never see that smile again," he murmured.

"I'm glad that you were wrong," I replied, not being able to really think at that moment.

He chuckled and kissed me again, this time even more fiercely than before. He lowered himself atop of me and let his hands wonder everywhere. I felt the heat of his touch and was on fire. His fingertips trailed long, burning lines along my skin that made me tremble with excitement, nervousness and anticipation at the same time.

I lifted my hands to caress his back as he pressed little, hot kisses down my neck. He made his way almost between my breasts before he was stopped by my top. Wretched little thing. He was more passionate than he'd ever been with me before, and I knew that soon it would be impossible to stop.

As I understood that I realized I couldn't stop either. I could feel his hands at my back, tugging at the hem of my top. I gazed at him, giving him some sort of silent approval, and could see the fire in his eyes. I lifted my hands and he lifted the garment from me.

Almost instantly I placed my hands at his broad shoulders and lowered them down his spine, feeling his warmthness. My hands found their way under his shirt and started to lift it. At the same time Andrew was removing my bra, sending fresh shivers down my spine and directly to my pussy. I sighed slightly as he lifted his hands off my back, allowing me to lift his shirt away.

He pressed me against the soft bed and cupped my left breast, squeezing it slightly. My nipples were already taut and longing for touch. He lowered his eager mouth to my other breast and took the nipple between his lips. He sucked and licked it, drawing soft moans from me. I traced my hands in his hair and back, arching my back and thrusting my breast against his waiting mouth. He nibbled at the soft flesh of my breasts, his hand creeping to my jeans at the same time.

I felt the bulge pressed against my thigh clearly. He was already unzipping my jeans and feeling the soft fabric of my panties. His finger slid down, feeling the wetness even through the fabric. His prying finger drew fresh moans from me as it slid up and down my slit. I lifted my hips slightly to meet his touch.

I almost whimpered when he suddenly lifted himself from me and his wonderful fingers ceased to entice the fire that was now blazing freely inside me. He started to open his belt and I took the opportunity to get rid of my jeans. I was down to my panties now, and he was soon in his boxers as well. I think I was trembling.

He pressed me at the bed once again, kissing me deeply. His fingers started their expedition anew, this time sliding inside my panties. I gasped as he found the little nub placed atop my opening. He brushed it lightly, circling my wet entrance at the same time. I needed to touch him so bad. I lowered my hand in search of his boxers, sliding one hand to feel his thickness through the thin fabric.

He groaned quietly as I continued my search inside his boxers. I stroked the silken skin of his cock and encircled the head with my tiny fingers. I lowered my hand to grip the base and moved slowly back up. Damn, but he was big. That made me definitely nervous.

Suddenly I felt his finger slide inside me, feeling my tightness. I gasped as the finger withdrew from me as suddenly as it had entered me, and he removed my panties with one swift movement. I was naked before him, my skin tingling and hot, and my wetness dripping down my thighs. He took off his own boxers and I saw all of him in the dim light. I wanted to feel him inside me so bad.

"We don't have to do this now if you don't want to," he suddenly whispered to my ear, so I guess he could see the small fear I had in my eyes. I answered by looking him tightly in the eye and drawing him to me.