"Lost Love's Surprise" - Part 1 of 2
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My fingers were six inches away from my pillow nestled inside my lover's
hand as we rested. Her hot breath blew across my neck and down my
back as I stared out the window. While I gazed at the night sky I saw
it turn gray, and as the shades of red filtered in, the reasons for the
choices I made over the last six months became clear. My new girlfriend
was never teasing me, never tried to lead me along, or take me from the
girlfriend I was seeing when we first met. I know now that it was
suppose to be, that she is the one I am to love.
I first saw Michelle staring through the window while she sipped her
mocha. It looked like a double tall; I thought I heard her say she
wanted a quad. I never looked at her refection in the window or I might
have been scared off because a few months later she admitted to me that
she was staring at me, while I looked at her. She was an oasis in a hot
dry desert too.
I like women that are bigger than me; Lucy was just a little bigger but
Michelle was a lot bigger. Her shoe size was the same as mine but her
arms were longer her hands were bigger and she wore a extra large for a
shirt size, and I only wore a medium large for a shirt, her Levi s were
thirty-eight waist by thirty-four inseam, mine are thirty-six by
thirty-two and I had a little pot belly growing and some fat on my ass.
I am five nine and she had to be six two at least. I liked the way she
kept the young girl look with her hair in pig tails and wearing short
plaid dresses and white shirts sometimes, but she had to be all of
twenty-six. As stocky as Michelle was, I figured her to be one forty
one thirty, it was obvious that she spent a lot of time in the gym
toning her thirty-six twenty-eight thirty-eight body, and shaping her
muscles, because she was built in the arms and legs and had very little
fat regardless of her sizes. Her washboard flat stomach was visible
from across the street. I later found out that Michelle was a trainer
at two gyms. I never had a trainer but I went to my gym two and three
times a week just to keep my pot from getting bigger, but compared to
Michelle I was less then a novice.
It was fate; we started coincidently running into each other at stores
the deli, we liked the same restaurants and coffee shops, other times
our movements just happened, like two hands playing a piano. At any
rate we started to sit together on our little coffee clutches and talk
about everything or nothing just read or worked crossword puzzles. That
turned out to be the trigger that caused my girl to get pissed. I knew
that Lucy was jealous and for that reason I never took Michelle up on
her offer to work out with her. I wanted to spend time with Michelle
but Lucy wouldn't stand for it. It was okay for her to sit, talk, and
laugh with whomever she wanted to, but when I did it I was fooling
around. So after a few weeks of us arguing about who we were or weren't
seeing I got sick of the double standards and broke it off.
For a short while I actually blamed Michelle for our trouble and found
myself being rude and snubbing her. I was shocked when I realized that
she was never at fault, and I knew then that I wanted us to be more
than casual acquaintances. I started looking in all the places I knew
she frequented or where I had seen her. I even went to the two gyms
where she worked and all they would say was that she was booked. I
needed to find her so I could make some sort of apologetic gesture. I
just wanted to find her, but she was nowhere to be found.
I was starting to think that she had moved away when I saw her sitting
at her favorite table looking at me through the window and smiling. I
felt my heart flutter a little and I filled with joyous relief at
finely finding Michelle, my legs even turned a little rubbery. I would
at least be able to make my apologetic gesture, and an excuse. When she
waved at me to join her I became ecstatic and tripped over the step as
I entered and again when I started to walk over to Michelle s table
after I picked up my drip coffee.
" I'm so glad to have run into you! I've been looking all over for you! "
I said frantically as I neared the table, stumbling again over nothing
but my feet.
Well that is a change from the cold shoulder that you gave me a few
weeks ago. She sounded humorously sarcastic then warmly added, "One of
the guys at my gym said some guy was looking for me, and I thought of
you right off."
She sounded so happy to see me I sort of knew that she wasn't upset
with me but I started to apologize anyway, "Well that is one of the
reasons I've been looking for you. I want to apologize for my rude
behavior the last few times we ran into each other. You see in a
roundabout way I blamed you for my breakup with Lucy. I realized how
wrong I was and wanted to say something to you". "Like I am both sorry
for blaming you and glad that I have separated from her." I said
desperately in almost one breath and then took a big swig of coffee and
waited for a reply.
"Oh I knew what you were doing, boys are sadly funny that way and I was
not insulted by you at all. I was actually sorry to hear of the break
up through our mutual friend." Michelle said in a reassuring voice.
"A mutual friend? " I questioned.
"Lydia. The counterperson here." Michelle pointed out as she nodded her
head in the direction of the counter.
"Oh ? I did say something one day when she asked me if I was okay, " I
explained. I was surprised and pleased to hear that I had been talked
about in a positive context.
"So if you'll forgive me for asking is it over between you two?"
Michelle quizzed warmly.
"Oh yes ! It is over!" I replied and remarked, "She has tried to
reconcile twice but I was not interested. I am still mad at myself for
letting it go on as long as I did."
"So was it more than just us?" Michelle pried with warming interest.
"Lucy was very possessive and very double standard with her
possessiveness." I responded and explained, "it was okay for her to
talk to other people even meet them when she was out without me, but I
could not talk to anybody else without being given the third degree
much less meet someone else out for a simple cup of coffee, I just got
fed up with her attitude."
"So I was at fault in a round about way." She acknowledged and smiled.
"No no no! It was her own guilt about her double standards. It drove
a wedge between you and I and Lucy and I; any way it is done and I am
glad to be free." I said assertively.
"Free huh nobody else to take Lucy s place?" Michele asked warmly.
"To be honest I was hoping that you might be interested in resuming our
little coffee clutches? Maybe take a dinner or two with me sometime?" I
shocked myself with my forwardness as I responded to her warm
inquisitiveness.
"You know I was very possessive with my last boy friend. I do not like
to share or be shared. "Michelle declared firmly adding, "It isn't wise
to bed down in groups or with strangers, any way I find sex much more
gratifying in a one-on-one relationship. I like to know that I am the
only one, and I am possessive and don t mind being possessed to a
point. How about you? "
" I don t mind sharing my girlfriend with another girl, but I draw the
line at sharing her with another guy". I acknowledged and added, " I
find the intimacy shared in a one on one experience much more
gratifying, and more so when I am confident that I am the only suitor.
I don t mind admitting to my possessiveness, and I admit I do like to
be possessed it makes me feel more wanted."
"Why do you not mind your girlfriend taking up with another woman?"
Michele asked with an alluring tone in her voice.
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"I had a girlfriend Kayla a while back that was bi and wanted to have
as she put it, a hard cock inside her sometimes and a dildo just didn't
do it for her. Any ways I think women have a stronger desire to please,
and get more pleasure from pleasing than men do." I said as I warmly
reminisced.
"I'm bi, and you are you bi?"
"No. I have only been casually interested but hardly motivated."
"How does that work?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"How is it that you are casually interested but not motivated?"
"I doubt that there are very many truly content guy men or women. The
questions that always dig at me are, why are they so promiscuous? Why
do they break up so many times? And why are they the largest numbers in
the mate swapping clubs?" I cut my dialogue short as I felt myself
climbing upon my soapbox.
"So you don t like to share; you are not gay, and you don t flit
around, but you like to think about your girlfriend going down on
another woman." She recounted frankly then asked, "Have you ever been
attracted to another man? "
"Well I guess that is accurate a little oversimplified but accurate". I
affirmed then admitted, "I have never found the gay type very
attractive; but I have found myself thinking of this one man I knew, he
seemed so nice and I was in a mysterious way attracted to him sexually,
but I we I wasn't even sure he was gay, but I think I would have given
in to his seduction. I like viewing lesbian pornography I find it very
arousing, and to be in the same room with them and just watch is a
persistent fantasy of mine."
"You have been very revealing; I mean that fantasy about that man you
knew. I don t think you are gay just honest, I think a lot of men have
those fantasies and hide them from them selves. You know Gary we have a
special date coming up?" Michelle posed with a very seductive tone in
her voice.
"I thought today was our special date, you know us finding each other
at our favorite place. I didn't know that we had a special date
already." I said with a puzzled look on my face and anxiously awaited
her explianation.
"Yea May 5th. Last year is the day I stared at your reflection in the
window." She recalled warmly, "You kept looking away not wanting to get
caught. I was relieved to see your shyness dissolve as we got to know
each other".
"A year has gone by already. Boy! The days are rushing by faster and
faster aren't they" I said in astonishment, and then ventured, "You
don't have anyone making claims on your time do you?"
"No. Why?" Michelle laughed.
" I was thinking we could have one of those dinners and celebrate. A
fancy dinner out, on me". I exclaimed happily.
Michelle s rustling brought me back from my reminiscent dreaming, to
the bed we were now sharing, as she pulled my body tighter to hers and
squeezed my flaccid shaft as she dozed. Her warm breath caused goose
pimples to rise as it accumulated in my hair. I was amazed at how I
still tingled from the pleasures that Michelle lavished upon me, and
surprised at how good it made me feel to pleasure her the way I did. I
felt new life stir in my penis when her hand stirred again pulling and
squeezing it, while she slept. I remember going to sleep with her hand
holding my penis and still holding it every time I woke up. Time must
be standing still the sky is no lighter than it was when I started to
dream. I closed my eyes and drifted back to our dinner, what a feast,
for our special date, and our conversations.
"I am curious why you don t have a boy or girlfriend now? If you'll
excuse my nosiness." I pressed on.
"My last girl friend wanted to come back with me while I was helping
Mom grieve for Dad s passing." She started.
"I'm sorry I didn't know, a family lose is always hard, and a personal
matter." I interjected and tried to comfort.
"Oh don't worry I am not close to either of my parents. I don't hate
them it is just that they nit pick me to death, or I argue with them
over just about anything. I prefer that my parents think that I am
celibate, rather than bi, and she wanted to change that". Michele
explained adding, "My Mom still doesn't know and I don't think she
would adjust to it easily."
"I think a person should know that their friend will act appropriately
and respectfully. I know how parents can be about perspective friends,
or mates. I didn't want to take Lucy but she was so pushy that I took
her to a dinner anyway. She didn't embarrass me too bad but Dad knew
that she was the leader, and harassed me for weeks afterward." I
remarked adding, "I think we have a similar family life. My Mom and Dad
divorced when I was a teenager but my step Dad is the spitting image of
my Dad. You ever see anything like that? "
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"Hell yes! My girl friend from college had a boyfriend that smoked
cigars and yelled at the games on TV just like my Dad would. He would
ignore her flirtations even get cross at her until the game was over
then maybe they would go to bed and have sex, they didn't do it for
very long either, and then they both started snoring. So when she
finely dumped him she gets this girlfriend that got ready for his
smoked cigars, yelled at sports on TV, and snored. To a tee this girl
matched right down to the way she imitated Groucho somebody with her
cigars, and even rebuked her advances until after the game, and yes
they both snored". She related her story warmly but with tones of
sarcasm.
"That is incredible". I exclaimed.
"So you never had a bi experience?" Michele asked only very alluringly
as if she thought I was hiding something.
"Oh just the curious touchiness and fondling, and compairing that go
on with kids." I clarified.
"So if you liked a man would go down on him?" she pressed.
"I suppose that would depend entirely on how we felt as a couple. I
have never had any persistent fantasies involving males." I answered as
sincerely as I could and asked, "Would that change anything between us?"
"No. If we were going together Gary I would be hurt if you left me for
another man." She sighed and continued, "You sounded like you missed
Kayla was it?"
"Yes, yes I miss her sometimes." I said sadly.
"What do you miss most about her Gary?" Michele pressed on.
"Honestly?" I stressed.
"Yes! Now I am intrigued I want an honest answer". She said smiling
broadly.
"She could give head. She gave meaning to the term art form to the act
of oral sex. Like you; I bet you do really well at oral sex, and you do
it because you want to, not because you think you should. Well Kayla
liked to get me to" I paused as I searched for the right word.
"Cum!" Michelle interjected.
"Yes !" I exploded then calmed as Michelle put her hand on mine and
continued, "So I would try to get her to cum on my face and at least
pleasure her that way and not because I felt I had to either; I wanted
to. If she were a man I would have gone down on her because I liked her
and would have let her cum in my mouth just like she did for me."
"My! You still feel strongly about her. Why don t you try to get back
with her?" Michelle asked.
"We kept in touch for a while. The last two letters I received from her
were to let me know she was in love with another woman and the second
one was to let me know they were still going strong, and that was
almost two years ago. I hope her girlfriend really pops her cork. I am
happy for her, really" I replied with conviction and warmth then pried,
" And you; what about your last girl friend, what do you miss about her?"
"I would say the one thing or the part of our relationship I miss is
her eager receptiveness to my pleasuring. She could get wet and was
always trying to pleasure me." She replied smiling as she mused on a
fond memory or two.
"And why haven't you reconciled with her?" I challenged.
"She was and is an exhibitionist." Michelle started, "She was really
into exhibitionism; and me, I think what a couple share should be kept
to them selves, unless the two of them want to like Lanai and her new
friend. They did finely get into some legal snafu over public lewdness.
I m sorry she got busted, and I m happy she found someone else to be
with."
"I did like feeling her up in the movies though, she could cum at the
movies and the way she kept it so quiet you couldn't tell unless you
had your finger inside her". I admit I did find that very arousing, and
we both left the seats wet. She told the story so sweetly, and when it
was over she just sat there looking at me for a while. We were there
for three hours eating, drinking, and laughing totally oblivious to the
crowd as we told our stories.
We sat there for several minutes just quietly enjoying our silence
after hours of yakking away and laughing. My gaze strayed to her mouth
and as I was looking at her lips I felt my penis turn hard. I pulled my
eyes back to look at her face and her forehead was reddening and a
blush was on her cheeks, and I could see veins in her temples. I
thought to myself our thoughts are the same? My penis relaxed a little
and I felt some juice trickling down my thigh as I sat.
"I have an idea!" Michelle exclaimed, "Lets go to your place" she
paused a broad grin beamed as she looked around took my hand gently
then whispered, "lets go to your place I want to suck your cock, and
get your cum in my mouth". Then she giggled impishly and held my hand.
I was stunned my heart was pounding in my throat as she sat back, her
fingers still holding my fingers. I could see her large nipples
bristling under her blouse. I thought my god they are huge, and how my
mouth turned pasty as I thirsted to suckle them. Then as I struggled to
speak only the embarrassing stammers and stutters came out at first and
then finely the words came, "I would like you to come over very much."
I said softly then waved for the check with my free hand.
As I reached for the tray Michelle put her hand on mine saying, "Let me
treat." Then asked, "you won t be offended will you? I want to treat
you to this dinner, as celebration of a renewed friendship and the
beginning of a new relationship. What do you say? "
" I say fine. How could I refuse such a nice offer?" I agreed smiling;
my hand still tingled from her warm touch. I marveled at how much
bigger her hand was compared to mine her big boned body gave her a
powerful look, and she was lean. Most of the women I have known that
had a bone structure as Michelle s were plump even fat, and some were
very attractive, but the meat on Michelle was toned muscle, tempered
with a soft plumpness, giving her body a very powerful look that I
found to be enthralling.
"The cab is mine too. I think we have both taken too many turns at
pouring the wine". Michelle suggested.
I sat there and realized I was a little woozy from the wine. I felt
myself becoming eager as I watched as she paid the tab and asked the
waiter to order our cab. We sat there making faces at each other and
giggling like kids telling dirty stories. Then the waiter walked to our
table and told me that our cab was here, and helped Michelle with her
coat and ushered us to the door.
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She at least let me open and close the doors for her. As I settled into
the cab s seat I tried to remember if there were any side glances from
our waiter and I don't think there were any, he was much too
professional.
Then the words of the cabbie filtered in, " Where to". I was at a loss
for words and looked at Michelle.
"Your place" we said. Michelle reminded as she snuggled to my chin.
I remember stuttering at first then firmly gave him the address again,
and put my nose into her hair and drank in her scent thinking how sweet
she smells with no perfumes to hide it, and so warm to the touch. I
felt her warmth radiating from her hand as Michelle gently slid it up
and down my thigh getting close but not touching my penis.
We did the twenty minute cab ride quietly her nose under my chin and
mine in her hair. Her hand softly squeezed my inner thigh teasingly; my
penis swelled again only this time I ached in my groin. It felt like
the first time I was making out at the drive-in; we all knew that it
wasn't going to go anywhere but we kept doing it any way. I have always
wondered if the girls ached like we did. All these years and I never
thought to ask any of my older girlfriends.
As we neared the end of our cab ride I asked, "You ever make out in the
backseat at the drive-in?"
"Yes. Why?" Michelle answered with a surprised look on her face.
"Did you ever ache inside afterward?"
"I'm not the one to ask. I always stopped the fumbling before they
went too far. Going to the drive-in with boys was never more than an
excuse to get out of the house to me. I do have a friend we can call if
you really want an answer. What made you think of that now?" She
teasingly replied and taunted me asking, "You want me to call my friend
tonight?"
"No. It is a little late for calling anyone. It's just that I want you
so much that I ache." I cajoled as the cab stopped.
"We're here", the cabbie said as he slid the divider open just enough
to get the card from Michelle.
She looked at me as she handed him the card and whispered, " I will take
good care of your ache."
It seemed as though I had no weight as we walked up the two flights of
stairs, yet at the top I still felt dizzy and winded as I fumbled for
my keys.
"Are you alright?" Michelle asked with just a hint of nervousness in
her voice.
"I'm okay. I can't seem to find my keys!" I said noticeably nervous as
I fumbled in every pocket three or four times each, then with
frustration ringing in my voice, " I can't find my keys! They are gone!"
Then with a single dip into my right hand coat pocket Michelle came up
with my keys and offered, "You want me to open the door for you?" She
asked warmly, but still a taste of teasing in her voice.
" It's the key with dirty red tape on it." I said as I surrendered and
stepped aside.
As she stepped passed me she stopped and with both hands cupped my face
and kissed me, as my mouth gaped her tongue slithered in filling my
mouth, the size of Michelle s tongue was astonishing as it reached to
the back of my throat. My breath puffed passed the seal of our lips as
I gasped. As she pulled her tongue out, she sucked in my lower lip and
bit it firmly. With one hand to my face she turned and found the lock.
It took both hands to jimmy the door, and so skillfully too, like she
had a sticky door her self. As we walked in I was still dizzy and
excited, nervous and aroused. My penis and testicles felt swollen,
warm, and tingled with electricity.
I followed close behind her as she walked in, "What no lights left on? "
she noted.
"I usually do I was in such a rush that I forgot." I excused myself,
"Here let me walk around. Now it is just a bedroom, bathroom, living
room, and kitchen nothing fancy". I described then turned the lights
on.
"Well at least you don't clutter, and you do some cleaning". She noted
adding, "The dishes are done too. Did you do a whirlwind cleanup Gary?"
"No I try not to clutter, and if the dishes go too long they start to
smell". I explained.
"Where is the bathroom? I need to go pee". She exclaimed.
"The open door to the right." I directed.
"Oohh ! You left the seat down." She sang as she entered and asked,
"Gary. Do you pee sitting? "
"No I took a dump last time there, but I clean the bathroom regularly".
I said and noted, "I always thought a woman would rather find the seat
up in a mans house."
"We like to think that they care enough to lift it first then put it
back down when they've finished, but I am not as adamant about the seat
as some of my feminine associates are." She said as she smiled then
closed the door behind her.
The shrill tweeting of a few birds woke me briefly and through my half
opened eyes I could see the morning rays streaking the cloudy sky.
...continues in "Lost Love's Surprise (pt. 2)" - click here to continue...
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