All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This story is not about pure sex and takes time to develop.
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Blake sat down at the dimly lit office desk and put pen to paper.
"I woke up late yesterday and missed the bus. There will surely be hell to pay. Drank way too much last night even though I've got a mountain of bills to pay. My head just throbs with pain. I wasn't able to sleep again. Wonder why I even went to bed at all. My mind just filled with you.
The morning rain fogged up my window. The day has been so gloom. Took her picture off my wall today. It reminded me of her and made me feel so sad.
I'm was late for work again; third time in just a week. Will be lucky if I still even have a job at all. Even when I am there, they all imply that I may not last through the day.
Work has dragged and finally the day is through. Burst through my door; home at last. All I can think about is you. Even if my house caught on fire, I wouldn't have a clue because you consume me. And I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life. Just to spend Saturday with you made it the best day of my life."
Blake folded the paper and placed it in an envelope, licked it, and placed a stamp on the outside. He addressed the envelope and placed it in the mail. Strolling back into the house, he fell back into his recliner and kicked up the foot rest. His mind went back to the house party.
A smile washed across his face, remembering her hips sway with each movement as she bent over to take a shot on the pool table. Moments later, she was dancing with her best friend; laughing as if she had no care in the world. Glancing in his direction, from time to time, she made sure he was still paying attention. It was as if she were an actress on stage, putting on an academy award winning performance that seemed genuine and real. In a matter of hours, his outlook and attitude had changed from despair to bliss.
Too close to the moment, he was unable to judge whether it was simply rebound emotions or an unrealized opportunity that had been waiting for the right moment to present itself to him. Either way, he was going to embrace all the glory and joy the situation created and pray it did not end anytime soon.
He wished she was in his arms again, able to feel her soft body and warm skin once more. Next time, he would not let her escape his grip until he has had enough. He knew it would never be enough though. Holding her for a lifetime would seem too short. His fragile heart had been put back together with superglue and prayers that the glue would last for eternity.
He drifted off to bed, wanting the highlight reel of the special night to play on a loop throughout the night. The cool sheets felt delightful against his skin as he rolled over onto his side, clenched his pillow, and closed his eyes. Her dark hair, big smile, protruding cheeks, and playful personality danced through his mind.
For the first time in months, perhaps years, he woke before the morning sun. The brisk air filled his lungs as he jogged along the side of the road. The pavement below his feet turned to sand. A preview of a rising sun began to paint across the large body of water. Waves lapped inches from his tennis shoes with each step. He wasn't sure if his heart raced from the exercise or from memories of the other night. The natural feeling of euphoria filled his body as serotonin flowed through his veins.
This was the closest replication of the feelings he experienced when she sat on his lap and looked back at him, happiness on her face. Her soft hand landing on his wrist felt like the touch of an angel. The sound of footsteps on the stairs heading toward the basement abruptly cut the moment short. Alison slid off his lap, quickly dashed half way across the room and grabbed her drink before Shila arrived at the bottom of the steps.
The eyes of Shannon darting back and forth between him and Alison, hinting that she knew there was something more going on than what the present situation portrayed. She grinned as she sipped from her cup and drifted toward Alison. The girls murmured to each other then shared a secret joke.
With a free moment to focus on how he was feeling inside, waves of happiness filled every inch of his body while endorphins pumped through his blood stream. Blood also flowed between his legs, causing him to become somewhat aroused. His penis began crawling up his leg and pressing against his jeans. He turned away from the females long enough for his erection to subdue then sat back down on his chair and waited for Billy and Jane to make their way back into the basement.
The thoughts flowed through his mind while he jogged. He felt himself growing hard once again and quickly adjusted himself, then erased the thoughts from his mind. It was not pleasant or comfortable to jog with a boner. He instead focused his attention on the rising sun reflecting off the water and listened to the sound of the waves as he finished his jog along the beach.
He made his way back home for a shower and took the opportunity to relieve his frustrations before preparing for work. He wished he had Alison's phone number so that he could contact her. Even though he knew where she lived, it would feel awkward to just approach her front door, especially if her parents or brothers answered the door.
Two days passed , he racked his brain wondering if she received and read his letter. A few hours into work, he heard a text alert. He swiped his phone screen and saw a text from a local number that was not stored in his contacts. It read, "How are you?" The message from an unknown person intrigued him. "I am fine and you?"
He stared at the phone screen for about a minute, almost willing a reply to appear. When a reply did not immediately come, he went back to work. With his focus on work, he had momentarily forgotten about the text until another text arrived. "Want to see you tonight :)" the text read.
Blake typed "Who is this?" before deleting it and typing "Is this who I think it is?"
Another text came through almost immediately. "Perhaps. Who do you think this is?"
Blake could feel his penis stirring again. He was almost certain this had to be her, but he didn't want to get it wrong. He thought for a few seconds, trying to decide how to reply. His fingers began typing, "Saturday night?"
