Chapter 1
Note to Reader:
This is a work of erotic fiction, but mostly fantasy. All persons depicted within are over 18 years of age. A romantic vision; all persons and places are fictional. Any reference to real people and places are incidental in nature and unintentional. The majority of this story is romantic in nature, between a man and a woman, however, this story will also eventually include sexual relations between two women, and between two women and a man that will include various fetish scenarios. If this is not what you are looking for, please find another story.
This is also a multi-chapter story, with some chapters dedicated more to plot and character development, though all chapters will contain some element of erotica.
Finding My Heart again
I checked my itinerary for the tenth time. The first break out session for the Teaching Tech Conference I was attending was scheduled to start in no less than ten minutes and I was hopelessly lost in the large and intricately laid out San Francisco Design Center/Hotel. Where in the hell was conference room "Willow End B"? If I didn't find it soon, I was going to be late and my principal would accuse me of skipping out on a paid conference. I fairly ran through the hall with the map under my nose. All around me people were finding their rooms here and there, emptying the hall of anyone I could possibly ask for help. All of a sudden, I ran smack into what felt like a brick wall. My itinerary and bag went flying, papers fluttered around me and littered the floor as my feet were knocked out from under me. I hit the carpeted hall with a dull thud. A small, 'oof' of surprise and pain flew out to mix with the papers floating down around me.
"Oh my god, are you ok?!" A deep, masculine voice, laced with concern sounded right above me and I instantly blushed with embarrassment. Something about his voice though was strangely familiar. I felt a large, warm hand touch my shoulder and I raised my head, opening my eyes to see a wall of my own blonde hair.
"I'm alright, I'm alright," I mumbled, mortified, and with the brick wall's help, I rose up on my knees, using my hands to sweep back my thick, wavy blond hair out of my eyes. As I did, I felt rather than heard the gasp of surprise from the brick wall that still held me in his arms and felt that shock from his body echo into mine. My mouth dropped open and I was too stunned to speak. My green eyes were glued to his blue ones and I felt unwelcome tears start to form at the corners of my eyes and in the back of my throat.
"Rosaline, is that you?" His face was just as handsome as I remembered, though a bit more lined around the eyes and mouth. I swallowed hard and my body began to tremble with shock.
"David?" I gasped.
"Yes, oh my god, I can't believe this!" He crushed me to him in the middle of the empty conference hall. It had been fifteen years since I had last seen him. He was my first love lost to teenage drama and time. "I can't believe it's you," he whispered thickly to the top of my head. I couldn't respond. If I did, those tears that pushed at the back of my throat and eyes earlier would rise to the surface. All I could do was grip the front of his blue polo shirt in my fists. I buried my face in the hollow of his throat. How could this be him? After all these years? How was this even possible? All of these questions crashed through my skull in those brief moments along with the overwhelming feeling of being home, a feeling I hadn't had in nearly fifteen years. This here was my home, against his solid chest, wrapped in his arms, and breathing in the smell of his skin. It was all so overwhelming and, trembling, I gave in to those tears, my body shaking with the ferocity and intensity of them.
"Hey, hey..." he squeezed me and rested his cheek on the top of my head, "it's ok, it's ok."
"I'm sorry, David, I'm just so surprised, kind of overwhelmed and more than a little embarrassed." I choked into his neck.
David laughed gently, "Your tears always came so easily. It's nice to see that hasn't changed. Let's get up off the floor, though, and out of the way of death by possible stampede." He pulled back and helped me gather up my scattered things and then helped me to stand. We moved off to the side of the hall where a row of padded benches sat against large glass windows, his hand pressed to the small of my back guiding me there. Outside, the gray January morning drizzled on the glass and I shivered at the press of the cool panes against my back when I leaned against them for support.
"Here," David handed me a neat, ivory linen handkerchief.
"Thank you," I mumbled, embarrassed all over again. I used his handkerchief which smelled like him to tidy up my face and my insides clenched as his scent washed over and through me. I resisted the impulse, barely, to crush the handkerchief to my face and breathe deeply. He waited patiently beside me and when I had finally gotten myself together I asked, "How? How is this possible? How are you here, at a teaching conference of all places? Are you a teacher?"
"Oh, well, I am a software developer and my firm is here presenting our software at the conference. One of my team members who is supposed to be here had a family emergency so I am getting another one of my team filled in and prepared to stand in for him during the product showcases this afternoon, but, wow! You're a teacher, just like you always wanted." I nodded, smiling up into those eyes that I still dreamed about in spite of everything that happened between us.
"Wow, what are the odds of that happening, you and I being at the same conference at the same time?"
"A lot more than you think. My firm is based in San Francisco and I live in Benicia, but, oh wow, just look at you!" David leaned back and looked me over, his eyes shining. "You're stunning, even more so than I remembered."
"Thank you. That was, what, fifteen years ago now, since we've seen each other? I'm sure you're not remembering me right, but you, you look..." like you stepped out of my dreams, I thought to myself. "You look fit and healthy, just like I remember you, though now with a little gray." I reached up and boldly touched the spot of gray at his temples. He smiled and my insides melted. That smile... my heart beat quicker and my breath hitched. He was so beautiful, like a dream came to life. His hair was still thick and a deep brown, with subtle waves at its longest parts. He had it trimmed in a business man's cut, but it was thick enough to sink fingers into at the top. He still had those large, intensely blue eyes that were thickly lashed and seemed to lance me to the core. His nose was long and Roman, curving slightly downward at the tip. His top lip had a deep cupid's bow while his bottom lip was thick in the middle. I remembered what it felt like between my teeth and heat shot through me, making my legs clench together involuntarily.
"You're blushing, god," he chuckled and smiled in that way he had that made my mouth water. "How I've missed you; your 'drop-of-the-hat' tears, your smile, and your porcelain skin that so easily shows that oh-so-quick blush." He stroked a long, tapered finger down the side of my face following the line of my blush. I felt my face heat even more.
