She was engaged before we met. They met in college. It's funny to think that I was in 7th grade when she thought she'd met the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with.
She had her nursing degree, he was working towards his PhD. At some point, they moved here for a residency and one thing led to another. He met someone, he slipped up and let it get too serious. She forgave him at first.
A few months later, he changed his mind and decided that he wanted to explore his feelings for his colleague. He broke the news one summer morning before work.
That brought us to that night at the bar. That night brought me here, with her.
We liked different types of music, but she came to my shows and supported me. She stood out. She didn't dress like everyone else. She wasn't necessarily older than everyone, we were one of the younger bands.
There was something about looking over sidestage and those eyes sparkling back at me. That effervescent smile shining at me. It made me feel special. All I wanted to do was give that feeling back, tenfold, one hundred fold, infinity fold.
She became part of our community. Singing along to our songs, listening to some, not all, but some of the bands we played with.
She drank harder than me, which honestly isn't saying much. She made everyone laugh. She even stood in at our merch table sometimes. We started to make choices and decisions together. We quit smoking, we started running. We signed a lease.
We became each other's. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I love our life. Of course it isn't perfect, but we do our best.
We were on the way to the shore. We each have our own "Cape". We were headed to mine. It's closer and we wanted to get to a room alone as soon as possible.
She spent the ride with her legs open, rubbing my crotch. If people could see how we acted when we were alone, they'd hate us.
Trying to focus on the expressway isn't easy when she's fingering herself and putting her fingers in my mouth.
"Don't you want this?" she asked more than once, giving me another taste.
I put her hand on my throbbing cock.
"Don't you want this?" She fished her hand under my waistband and gave me a few strokes.
"Of course I do. It belongs to me."
How I didn't crash is a testament to the skill of driving a van through all kinds of conditions, to all kinds of cities and towns without crashing.
We got to the Airbnb and raced to the door. She punched in the code and we went inside. We were greeted by a staircase leading us to the second floor.
I pushed her forward, gently and got on my knees behind her.
Her pants were down and I was buried in her muff in seconds. No teasing, nose pressed against her ass, my tongue licking her from behind.
As her moans got louder, I stuck my fingers in, one at a time, one, two, three. My mouth moved to her tight little asshole.
Licking in a circle around the ring while I carefully stroked her. I sped my pace in and out while I stuck the tip of my tongue inside of her.
