Kevin's mind was racing as he took the bus back to the university. Kristine, aka Red, the girl he had been dating had gone home with her family for the rest of the weekend. His affair with an opera singer had hit the biggest snag ever; she was the mother of his girlfriend.
He checked his email as soon as he got to his dorm. Nothing.
"I don't know what I was thinking" he muttered silently under his breath.
The affair had been going on for months, every Saturday while she was supposedly coaching his singing skills...he had been fucking her brains out, every which way they could think of. When they were caught by the neighbor, they had roped her into their arrangement.
Now it truly was over.
He thought about the last few months, having a middle aged wife as his own personal fuck toy. She had seduced him, making the first move and giving him a blow job that turned into a backseat thrustfest. Smiling at the thought, he thought about her figure. A tad more fit than rubenesque, she was plump and thick in the right ways. Samantha's large breast and goddess hips were perfect for her. He was playing with his stick as he thought of her and the many different ways they had explored their mutual lust. It was with those thoughts in his mind that he dozed off.
Kevin woke to the growing light in his dorm room. His roommate was already gone for the day. Usually, Kevin woke up Sunday morning with an afterglow of post Samantha fuckery. Dinner had killed that. He got going himself; took a quick shower and polished off a breakfast from the campus eatery. Close to noon he checked his email, with trepidation.
Kevin, it began...
"I can't begin to tell you how much I have enjoyed your company these last few months. As I'm sure you're already aware, I cannot continue our affair any longer. I'm sure this comes as no surprise to you, after all, you are dating my eldest daughter. I hope you will continue your relationship with Kristine. She's a wonderful young lady and full of life. She deserves a gentleman like you. Honestly, I'm thrilled for her. As for us, I would like to say goodbye. This may come across as wrong, but I want you one final time to properly say our farewells. I suppose I should ask how you feel about all this? It must have come as a complete shock to you as much as it was for me. If i'm lucky you'll see me one more time. I will be performing in the same auditorium where we originally met at the end of the month. Will you come see me? Please?"
Kevin sat there for several minutes, his mind bending sideways with mixed thoughts. He thought about Red, who he had just started dating. He really liked her, and he was excited to see how their relationship might unfold. To meet Samantha again seemed like the worst taboo ever, yet he felt like it might be the best closure for them. He replied to her email, affirming he would meet her again.
The weeks passed, and between classes & what time he could manage to spend with Kristine, he realized the date was coming closer. He had dropped from ROTC, deciding that it interfered with making time for Red. He bought tickets to the show and rented a suit. As the day arrived, he bought her three dozen roses. It felt right to give her a proper send off. He also put together a little kit bag for their last meeting. An hour before the show he showered and shaved. He put his favorite cologne on his ncck, the wrists and this time on his member. Getting dressed, his thoughts ran over the myriad possibilities for tonight. He picked up his ticket from the dresser and headed out. After a leisurely stroll across campus, he arrived.
The foyer was decorated in Renaissance imagery and decor. People milled about and sampled hors d'oeuvre and sipped champagne. He spotted a grad student he knew and began a casual conversation. Not long after a chime sounded and the doors opened. He took his seat towards the right of the hall. The curtains opened to a contained applause. The symphony began its melodic chorus of sounds that rose and fell with such emotional weight it stirred the heart. She came on shortly after and her vocals pierced the auditorium with her presence. Her voice also rose and fell and punctuated the performance with emotion. Kevin knew she was singing for him. As the performance drew to a close, she finished her set once again dressed in her white silk dress. The crowd stood to give her an ovation that lasted several minutes. The first few rows of viewers started throwing roses onto the stage, as she bowed and waved. Stage hands gathered up the roses as she eventually walked off the stage. Kevin made his way to the front as people began walking back to the foyer.
He reached a door next to the stage on the right, he turned the knob and entered a hallway. He took a spiral staircase up to the 3rd floor and walked to a familiar door. He knocked, and waited. A few moments later, she opened the door still in her gown. She smiled a smile that spoke volumes. He stepped inside, smiling as well. holding the three dozen roses he had bought for her. She took them, breathing in their aroma before setting them aside. She stepped up to him embracing him in a long and sensual hug.