What have I done?
Let me back up to the beginning. I met Bea and John several years ago when I moved into my condo. We immediately hit it off and I spent almost as much time in their place as I did mine. They have been there for everything, my breakup with my last mistake, dealing with my battles with my kid's fathers, buying my first house on my own. Bea has truly been my best friend and John my adopted dad as I was closer to him than my real father.
Then yesterday I got the call. John was obviously trying to hold back his emotions as he informed me that Bea was gone. My stupid response was "Did she finally get fed up with you?" Then it sunk in and I felt horrible. I immediately told him I would be right over.
We sat and waited for what seemed an eternity for the police and coroner to arrive, John and I both fighting back the tears. They arrived about the same time as their children and went about doing their job. The coroner joined us in the dining room and very compassionately informed us that she evidently had experienced a coronary event, probably due to complications of her poor health and her years of smoking.
We all then waited on the funeral director to arrive now that the scene had been cleared. They had both made all the arrangements for this and had decided on cremation and absolutely no funeral services. So, all of us took a few minutes to say our last emotional goodbyes before they took her shell away. Everyone stayed for a long while as we spent the evening sharing our special moments with each other. John, being who he is, even fixed dinner though no one really had much of an appetite. Everyone was emotionally drained and left one by one.
I stayed to clean up afterwards while John was on the sofa. As I was finishing in the kitchen, I could hear John crying. I turned off the lights and sat down beside him and both of us wept as I held him and rocked him like he was one of my children. We were so close at that moment and at one point I went to kiss his cheek but brushed my lips against his. Electricity shot through me as I trembled. I couldn't help myself. I pressed my lips softly once again against his and this time he pressed back. I am in my forties and have three children. Needless to say, I have kissed more than a few men but that kiss was nothing like I had ever experienced. His lips were firm and soft and I felt as if they were pulling me in closer the longer it lasted. My body temperature was rapidly climbing as if his lips had started a fire.
We never spoke as it ended but I could still see the tears in his tired eyes. I gently kissed his eyelids and cheeks trying dry them. I once again had to experience that kiss only this time It was more urgent and passionate than the first one. Our arms were wrapped around each other and his hand moved through my hair to pull me even closer. He kissed my entire face and kept coming back to inhale my breathing which was, by this time very heavy. His other hand pressed against my lower back gently kneading any fears and anxiety I may had been experiencing away.
Everything was such a blur that I couldn't even remember when our clothes came off. I do however definitely remember the feel of his hand massaging my breasts, his thumb running across my nipples making them hard as a rock and sending shivers through my whole body. I remember the warmth of our bodies multiplying each other's. We writhed and twisted in our embrace as if we were teenagers exploring our boundaries.
When his hand slipped to my wetness, my whole body shook as if there had been an earthquake. I had never been with a man who could use his fingers to excite me as well as I could on my own but somehow, he knew just how and where to touch me. I know it had been a while but within two minutes I could feel the explosion coming on. Then with one simple circling twitch of his finger I was over the edge. Every muscle in my body was spasming and I grabbed his hand to mash it still against my clit as I rode the wave.
As my breath returned, I gazed into the depths of his eyes and knew immediately what I needed. Our eyes never wavered as I wrapped my fingers around his manhood and gently started stroking. I began kissing again but with each flick of my tongue I went to a different spot, his cheek, his left earlobe, just under his jaw. His musky scent brought on by the last couple of hours filled my nose, driving me where I wanted to go.
