~This is a story of fiction based on a real life relationship between two people who love and care for each other.
These characters interact in a manner that not all readers may be able to connect with, but stays true to the dynamic that exists between the real life players behind it.
Please take this into account as you rate and comment, hope you enjoy.~
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I almost fell out of bed when the phone rang. It was after midnight already, no one I knew was ever up that late. Even though I didn't recognize the number, I decided to answer anyway.
"Hello?" My greeting was met with silence on the other end of the line, but something told me not to hang up yet. "Hello?" I asked again and waited.
A woman's voice finally spoke two quiet words, "It's me."
I recognized the voice but was confused to hear it. We'd dated a long time ago and when she'd left it was abrupt, with no warning. No explanation, just goodbye. Why was she calling me after all this time, and why so late? Something wasn't right.
"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously.
"I can't..." she started and then trailed off, "I didn't know who else to call. Are you busy?"
I wasn't sure what to say. "No, but what's going on? I haven't talked to you in forever."
"I know. I'm sorry," she said, her voice cracking. "I really need to talk." It was obvious that she had been crying, and my heart immediately went out to her. Nothing had changed. I still loved her deeply no matter what she had done to me in the past.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I'll be there in a minute," she said and hung up.
When I opened the door she came past me with that look on her face she always had when she was really upset. It was a sad look like a pouting child makes. I felt for her. I knew it had to be something serious that had made her this unhappy.
I closed the door behind her and put my arms out. "What's wrong?" Turning, she fell into my arms, crying. I didn't know what to say, so I just held her quietly and tried to console her until the sobbing eased and she'd somewhat calmed down.
"I can't explain," she started. "You won't want to hear it." Then somehow I understood. I just knew. The needy phone call out of nowhere, the crying, it all suddenly made sense. This was a broken heart. Someone had finally done to her what she had done to me.
"I'm sorry," I offered, not sure what else could be said.
"I had to see you," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I can't sleep. I didn't know where else to go. I know what I did to you back then was wrong, you didn't deserve that. I don't know what's wrong with me!"
"Shhh, stop..." I held her tight and kissed the side of her face, trying to comfort her. No matter what she'd put me through in the past I couldn't help but still love her. She had meant everything to me. I'd never loved anyone as openly and unconditionally as I had her. Holding her now I still felt the same.
I felt her arms tighten around me and I pulled her in close, happy to feel her in my arms. It was as if this familiar embrace was as necessary to my existence as air or water. She might as well have been a part of my own body, a piece of me that I had been missing this whole time.
Suddenly I realized I was feeling the skin of her face flushing against my own. I felt her shift in my arms and I started to step back, trying to think of something to say. "Look..." I started to speak when she suddenly turned, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her kiss felt desperate and full of need. Startled, I pulled away.
"Fine I'm sorry," she said embarrassed. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes and she pulled away as if to leave. Frustrated, I grabbed her arm hard.
"Stop."
"I need to leave," she started, reaching for the door. "I shouldn't be here."
"I said stop." I pressed my body close against hers and pushed her back against the door. My mouth hovered inches from hers and I stared intently into her eyes, judging what was about to happen. She tried to kiss me again but I backed away. "No."
Her expression crumpled in obvious confusion. Unfortunately for her part of me took pleasure in that. She needed me and that put me in a position of power. I was seeing an opportunity I didn't intend to miss.
"You're not in control right now." I leaned in against her until my lips were almost touching hers. "I am."
I knew even before I could see it in her eyes how much my words turned her on. I moved in as if to kiss her, but when she started to respond, welcoming it, I stopped and bit my lip just slightly, drawing out mutual tension. She groaned and pushed against me, almost whining in frustration. I responded by pressing her back even harder against the door.
"Stop fighting," I warned, "or you'll never get what you want."
I saw her flinch as my words hit home and she started to realize what I intended to do with her. I gave it a moment to sink in and then finally allowed our lips to meet in a soft, tender kiss. She kissed back with increased urgency but I held back.
"No," I said quietly. "Not yet."
When I leaned back in she remained passive, receiving my kiss with earnest but tempered passion. I finally released my grip on her arms and we kissed slowly. Sensual, deep kisses like I'd always enjoyed so much with her. I sank hopelessly into the delicious familiarity of it. Both my heart and my pussy began to ache for her.
Finally I couldn't stand anymore. I kissed her hard and aggressive before pulling back breathless to speak. "Touch me."
She grabbed for my jeans and anxiously fumbled with the zipper before dipping her hand beneath them, causing me to gasp loudly. When her fingers made contact with my already hard clit I moaned in pleasure.
"My god, you're so wet!" she exclaimed, working her fingertips around the head of my clit. Then without warning she thrust two fingers deeply inside of me.
"Oh fuck!" It had been so long since I'd had someone inside of me and I was filled so much with her I thought I'd explode. "Down. Right now, on your knees." I ordered. "Eat my pussy."
Obeying, she jerked my pants below my knees with desperate hands, burying her hot mouth in my wetness. She licked and sucked my clit energetically, causing me to throw my head back, exhaling with pleasure.
