Dear Readers:
I have always appreciated the feedback my stories have received - both good and bad - and while I am well aware that I'm definitely not the second coming of Hemingway, the amount of wonderful feedback I got for my very first story, "And Then She Was Gone," was truly humbling and made me realize that putting my thoughts and ideas out there was at minimum a worthwhile endeavour.
Over the years, I've had many people reach out to me asking to write a follow-up to my maiden effort, but I never did for two reasons. First, I thought it was so perfectly "self-contained" that adding to it wouldn't be true to the spirit in which it was written and second, I honestly couldn't think of a plausible scenario - until recently.
So, at long last, here is a sequel, of sorts. For those who haven't read the story on which this one is based - you can find it here:
https://literotica.com/s/and-then-she-was-gone-1
. I honestly believe that the context it would bring would help you enjoy this story more. Either way, I hope you enjoy this effort and please rate it and offer your feedback and reviews - I truly enjoy reading them, both good and bad.
Finally, thank you to the amazing editing skills of 2soon2no. His attention to detail is amazing, his suggestions were on point and his turn-around time was next level - it was all incredibly appreciated.
Enjoy!
And Then She Came Back
It's amazing how the brain works.
A simple visual reminder, or for that matter a smell or a sound can give you a myriad of crystal clear, visceral memories that flash through your mind in a split second, just like a newsreel.
This is precisely what happened to Bill Mitchell when he answered his doorbell to find his young neighbour smiling at him. He immediately flashed back to the day he spent in a hotel suite with this beautiful woman standing before him.
"Chelsea," Bill exclaimed. "Wow, what a pleasant surprise! Come in!"
It had been a little over two years since Chelsea had approached him and asked him to take her virginity; more clearly stated, she asked him to show her how to properly have sex. After some major soul-searching, Bill had agreed and they spent a wonderful sex-filled day in a lovely hotel suite near her university campus. Bill had thought of that day often, despite seeing very little of Chelsea during that time, but now with her in his home the memories flooded over him and he instantly could feel himself starting to stiffen as they did. He quickly offered her a drink to distract himself from those very memories - this was definitely not the time.
"Yes, please, I'd love a coffee!" Chelsea enthused.
Once the coffees were brewed, they repaired to the Mitchell's family room and sat opposite each other - Bill in his favorite chair and Chelsea on the couch.
"So, Chelsea, we haven't seen much of you for a while, if I recall, your mom said that you've done some travelling I believe?"
She replied, "Well, yes and no. I did travel, but it was for school. I got a scholarship and an offer to do a year away, so I spent my Junior year in The Netherlands at Delft University."
"That's amazing! Good for you. It must have been an awesome experience!"
"Oh my gosh, yes. Life changing to be honest. I can't tell you how much I grew up and matured during my year away. And how much I needed to grow up! Living at home during my first two years was great, but it did shelter me. I needed to get out on my own and fend for myself."
Bill nodded, "I couldn't agree more. There's just something about making your own decisions - and your own mistakes - that's just so valuable. And hopefully the mistakes you make are small ones! Although you have always had a level head on your shoulders, so I'm sure you did just fine."
Chelsea giggled, "Well, I know I made a few doozies, but I think I survived them all. I had a great time over there and when I came back for my last year, I just couldn't imagine subjecting mom and dad to the "new me" so when I was offered a job as a TA that would pay enough to cover my accommodations, I decided to live right by the campus. I know I could have lived at home, but I just knew it was time to be out on my own as much as I could."
"Well, that explains why I haven't seen you very much. Matter of fact, the last time I remember for sure seeing you was this past Thanksgiving at your parents' party."
"Yeah, I come home every couple of weeks for some "real food", but for the most part I'm pretty much out of the house full-time now. I have a job lined up for when I graduate so I think that Mom and Dad can officially take me off the payroll in a couple of months!"
Bill was impressed, "That's fantastic! Ken and Fiona must be so proud of you. Although I can't say I'm surprised. You've always been an outstanding young woman in my books."
Chelsea blushed, "Why, thank you, kind sir! How is everyone with your family? I've seen Emma and Daniel in passing when I've been home - they are getting so big!"
"Yeah, everyone is doing well. Growing up, being simultaneously amazing and infuriating. But that goes with the territory. Thanks for asking about them."
Although Bill was finding the conversation very pleasant, he couldn't help but wonder why Chelsea had come to visit. Granted, she had been their baby sitter when she was younger, but this kind of innocuous chat was just not something that a twenty-three-year-old and a forty-eight-year-old typically have. That said, he didn't want to assume anything so he just decided to let it play out and see where it led. As it turned out, if he had had fifty guesses on where, none of them would have been correct!
Chelsea looked at him and smiled, "So, if I don't miss my guess, you're wondering what I'm doing here."
"Hehe, well, you're mostly right. I've always enjoyed chatting with you, but I can't help but think you've got lots of other things you could be doing."
"Very true, I've got term papers and labs and all sorts of things on my plate, but I'm here for a couple of reasons."
In the back of his mind, Bill was conflicted. They both agreed that the time they spent together was a one-off, and that's how he justified it in his mind. He was dreading her asking him to join her again, not because he didn't thoroughly enjoy his time with her, but more because he didn't want to have to make the decision between wanting to and knowing that he shouldn't.
He tried to sound more confident than he was when he replied, "And what are those reasons?"
"Well, the first reason is to truly say Thank you."
Bill was puzzled, "Thank me for what?"
Chelsea's knowing, shy smile immediately confirmed what he thought, but didn't want to say, "Well, at the risk of sounding crass, for the gift of showing me how to properly have sex."
Now it was Bill's turn to be shy. He was sure he was blushing as well. "Oh, that."
She teasingly flipped her hair back, put on a fake, dismissive expression on her face and said, "Yeah...just that."
They both broke out laughing. The tension was broken and they both were able to relax.
"Bill, in all seriousness, I never was able to thank you properly. I know I pledged to you that our day together would forever stay between us and I would not say anything to anyone, and I swear to you that I've kept that promise."
"Chelsea, I'll tell you with complete sincerity that I believe you. If I had any doubts about that, our day at the Sherwood Inn would not have happened."
"Well, I'm glad you feel that way. But honestly, it helped me so much. It's not like I went out the next day and hopped into bed with the first guy that checked me out. Come to think of it, there's no way I could have anyway - I was too damn sore!"
Bill laughed, "Well, I'll bet you recovered more quickly than I did. I was feeling it for quite a few days after - but it hurt so good, I was not going to complain!"
"Hurt So Good... isn't that an old song from way back in your day?" she teased.
"Listen here young lady, you're still not so old that I can't put you over my knee and give you a spanking!"
"Promises, promises! But seriously, when I did find a guy that I felt was worthy of sleeping with me, I was so much more relaxed. I knew what I wanted and I knew how to make him feel good as well. And there are four or five tall, strapping, blond Dutch boys that should be buying you a Grolsch as well!"
"That's great. Honestly, I'm glad I was able to help you. And I should be thanking you as well. I had an amazing afternoon and it has given me memories that will last a lifetime. I think it was a win, win for both of us."