I have told him about Mark and last night I decided to tell him about Anton, the only man I have dated since my divorce. He did not say a word. He just started kissing me again and again until I felt all resistance crumble and I gave myself to him again.
Thomas starts to stir. I know it must be the cold night air here on the roof that is waking him up. He opens his eyes and looks at me for the longest time. This moment seems so precious. He looks like a small boy without a care in the world as he lies there on his back, his face softly swollen from sleep.
“I wish we could just stay here forever. Maybe I should get Eileen to have our clothes dry cleaned and sent over every day. And we can order take-out. We will never have to leave the roof. We can make this our love-nest where we just make love and live for nothing but each other.”
“My darling, if there is anyone I would share a roof with, it is you. Don’t forget to ask Eileen to send up a few umbrellas before the rain season starts as well.”
We laugh at our silly jokes while we both get dressed and start making our way down back to the car.
AS TIME GOES BY
The next few weeks go by in a haze of working during the day and spending the nights with Thomas. I have never felt so loved and so content in all my life.
We make love every night and lie in bed for hours, talking. We have discussed so many things about our lives. But we also talked about sex. Sex had almost no part in my relationship with my ex-husband, so being in a relationship like the one I am in with Thomas, is new and exciting to me. I feel free to be myself and play out every fantasy imaginable. We have discussed masturbating each other, sex toys, oral sex and even went as far as to discuss the one topic I had always pushed to the back of my mind – anal sex. Thomas makes me feel comfortable and safe and secure enough so I do not feel shy in being completely open and honest with him about my wants and needs.
There is only one subject which is completely taboo to him: spanking. After telling him about the violence in my marriage, he refuses to indulge me in this one fantasy. He will not spank me during sex, no matter how much I beg him.
“Anna, I cannot see you hurt in any way again. I know you feel like you want it but what if me spanking your butt suddenly brings back all the bad memories of the abuse you suffered. It can ruin what we have and I am not willing to let that happen. So please do not ask me again.”
It was the only time he did not give me my way and I felt taken aback. But when I started thinking about what he had said, I could see his point.
Sticking to the routine we have become accustomed to, Thomas comes to my place after work. It has become our custom to spend our evenings together, so we do not even feel like we have to make any specific arrangements. As long as we can be with each other, we are completely content.
It is such a beautiful, balmy evening. After dinner we decide to go for a stroll to the lake which is not far from my house. The dishes are done and I go to the bedroom. I’m wondering if I should change into something else, but decide my long, grey dress will do just fine. We are only going for a leisurely stroll and will be back soon. I brush my hair and put some lipstick on. I love looking beautiful for my man and some perfume also helps make him notice me even more.
I meet him outside the front door where he has been watering some plants. I love that he has become so comfortable around me and at my house that he will do something as mundane as watering the garden without even asking. The smell coming from my garden is all around us as he takes my hand in his and we head down the street. He is telling me about some new flowers he wants to buy for his garden.
“You know, we have been seeing each other for some time now and it is only now that I realize you have never been to my house. I always come over to your place. As far as you know, I might be living in a cave somewhere!”
I laugh: “Don’t all men prefer living in caves where they can drink beer and leave their socks lying around?”
We continue with some idle talk but I do not even try to think about keeping up my side of the conversation. My mind is on him. How handsome does he look in his jeans and his blue shirt? I love this man so much. Since the first time I laid eyes on him, my heart, my mind and my body belong only to him. He overwhelms my senses and I cannot even think of having to spend one night without him in my bed anymore.
In the beginning I tried convincing myself it could not be love. I even thought it might just be lust. After my marriage it seemed so unfamiliar to love and trust a man the way I did with Thomas. But I cannot lie to myself anymore. I love Thomas Coaster!
We reach the edge of the lake. It is so beautiful! The moon has started to rise. A half moon is hanging midway between heaven and earth and shines on the water. Everything seems so peaceful and gives me a feeling that Thomas and I are the only two people who exist. I feel his hand on my hip as he puts his arm around me. He starts walking towards a park nearby the edge of the water. I am aware of the movement of my hip under his hand and the changing mood between us. His hand moves down and I now feel him stroking my butt. He knows how much I love that. He stops and turns me towards him. I am telling him a bit about my day but the look in his eyes makes me stop mid-sentence. He brings his mouth down on mine and kisses me with an intensity that takes my breath away. He stops just as suddenly as he started and starts walking to the swings again.
He lifts me onto a swing and starts gently pushing the swing with me on it. When the swing is in motion, he slips his hand under my dress. His hand on the inside of my thigh feels like it is burning me. I am so turned on at this moment! I draw him close to me and the swing almost comes to a complete standstill. This time it is me kissing him. As we are alone and it is dark out, I let the straps of my light dress slip off my shoulders to expose my bare breasts. I hear him draw in his breath in a sharp sound as he takes a breast in each hand and kisses my lips ferociously. Immediately I feel the wetness coming from me. His right hand moves from my breast to lift my dress. He does not find it hard to slip his fingers past my g-string and he starts stroking my pussy. I open my legs as wide as the swing will allow me and feel how his finger moves inside me. He brings the finger out again to stroke my clit and I cannot help but to start moaning.
I slip off the swing. My own hands find their way to his jeans and I feel his hard, thick cock through the rough material. I struggle a bit to get his belt and the zipper undone, as my mind is consumed with lust for this man in front of me.
There is a frame behind me on which the children climb. Thomas pushes me towards it. He keeps kissing me and stroking me until I feel like I am going to lose control of my body. His hard cock is between my hands and I massage it eagerly, as I can feel him becoming wet with precum. Then he suddenly breaks our kiss and looks me straight in the eye. “I love you, Anna. And I want you. Right here, right now.”
“Oh Thomas”, I gasp, knowing I would not have made it back to the house anyway. I want him too much.
I kiss him again and then he lifts my dress over my head. The sensation of the light breeze on my bare skin only serves to heighten my state of arousal. Then he turns me around and as if on command I put my hands on the frame in front of me and bend over.
Both of us are so wet from being so aroused, that Thomas has no difficulty in pushing his cock into my slit. He starts moving forwards and backwards and the angle at which he is entering me, is perfect to stimulate that ultra-sensitive spot inside me. He thrusts harder and I feel his fingers digging into my hips. The next moment I feel my legs starting to shake with the intensity of my orgasm. As my legs give way under me, Thomas catches me and carries me to the roundabout, where he lies me on my back. I feel his mouth over me and love the idea of him taking in all my juices. But I am not done with him yet. My time has come to ask for what I have wanted for some time now.
The moment he lifts his head, I get up and bend over the railing of the roundabout.
“Please, darling, take me in my ass,” I beg him.
“Are you sure? Do you think yo
u are ready for that?” he asks but I can hear by his quickened breathing that the idea excites him.
“Yes, do it. Fuck my ass!”
He quickly takes some of my wetness and applies it to my ass. He is still so wet from being inside me, that he does not need any more lubrication than just that.
I feel him push his dick against my ass. The tiny bit of fear twinging at my thoughts, are soon pushed away by pure lust. Even if he hurts me, it does not matter. I want his dick in my ass and I want him to fuck me until both of us cum.
I cannot help myself and push back as hard as I can against him. I want him inside me and I want him now!
This movement against him is all he needs to press his dick hard against my tight hole.
“Take it very slow, my darling. We have all night. Don’t force it,” he reassures me.
He pushes past the first band and then gently deeper and deeper, until I cannot hold still anymore. It hurts but in a way that makes my excitement grow like never before. I rock back and forth rhythmically and feel how his dick grows even more with the excitement of being inside me.
And then we both explode in an earth-shattering climax. His hands reach around me as he squeezes my clit. My hands reach back and I feel my nails dig into him. I feel his dick pulsate inside me as he cums and my legs give way under me for a second time tonight.
He lets me lie on my dress on the roundabout and lies against me, holding me tight. I feel tears streaming across my face, but these are happy tears. I have experienced ultimate love with the man I love above anything in this world.
OLD FRIENDS
It is time for the yearly teacher’s conference. In the past, I always looked forward to this event. It is fun to catch up with colleagues. A teacher’s life can be very difficult; even lonely at times. You stand in front of a class with so many faces in front of you. But they do not really share your life. They have no part in what makes you smile or cry once you close your front door behind you. In the past, I have run into many teachers who share the same loneliness, the same frustrations that I have, when I came to the conference.
This year is so much different. How will I get through the next week without Thomas? I have grown so used to having him around. I have fallen asleep in his arms every night and he has been there every morning when I wake up. When the days at school get tough, the one thing that carries me through, is the thought of going home and making love to him.
I am closing my bag just as Thomas enters the room.
His voice is gruff when he says: “I am going to miss your sweet face.”
I look up at him and I can see the emotion in his dark eyes. I am amazed at myself when I realize that I am close to crying. I better not cry in front of him! He will think I am being childish!
I swallow back the tears. “It is only for a week. And I promise I will call you every night.”
“But you will still not be here. I won’t be able to hold you in my arms and smell your hair. I won’t be able to hear that little snore you have when you sleep.”
I laugh to hide my own feelings. “Don’t worry, you will survive. And when I get back, we will make up for time lost.”
“Before you leave, I want to make sure you will think about me every day and every night.”
“Thomas,” I smile at him, “we don’t have time for that! I will be late for my flight.”
He reaches inside his pocket and when he takes my wrist in his hand, my eyes widen at the sight of the beautiful bracelet.
“Thomas! That is beautiful!”
“You deserve it. I want you to keep it on and every time you look at it, you must remember that I love you. No matter how far you are away from me, you are right here in my heart.”
I cannot hold the tears back any longer and bury my head in his shoulder while tears run across my face. He holds me like this for a while and I know that he is as sad about me leaving as I am.
He kisses my forehead and gruffly says, “Let’s go. You must not miss your flight.”
We drive to the airport in silence. I am surprised at how much emotion my trip is causing in both of us. Even though I really do not want to, I have to go. These past few weeks have been wonderful and I can hardly imagine not having him in my bed for the next few nights. But we are grown-ups here. I smile at the thought that the two of us need to stop acting like two teenagers with raging hormones.
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It is a long flight and I struggle to concentrate on my conference notes in front of me. Since that night on the rooftop when we opened up about our feelings for each other, we have been growing closer and closer with each passing day. During the past month we spent as much time together as possible. We went for picnics, went to the movies, went to dinner a few times and often just lay in each other’s arms. The whole time I thought I would have a four hour flight during which I could prepare for the conference. But now my notes lie in front of me and the letters seem to be swimming in front of me. All I can think of is Thomas.
I look up when I hear a familiar voice: “Hello, Anna.”
Oh God, I did not expect to see anyone familiar on the flight over. Least of all Anton Brouchard!
“Hello Anton. How are you? I did not expect to see you on this flight.”
“Why would I not be? I am a teacher and this is a teachers’ conference. When I heard the conference was coming up, I remembered the fun we had on these excursions in the past. I saw on the program you were going to be one of the keynote speakers so I knew I could not miss it. I strongarmed my headmaster into letting me come. And of course I know you never fly in just before the conference so when I checked flight times, I knew this is the one I would find you on. Now don’t look at me that way! After the way you left, I think I am owed an explanation, don’t you think? Now we have a long flight ahead of us and you have nowhere to run. What are you drinking?”
I am immediately so angry I can hardly see straight. I owe him an explanation? I feel like strangling him but I just sit in my seat, hoping he would leave me alone. I can’t make a scene on an aeroplane. I am bound to get myself locked up if I allow myself to act on my feelings towards this man standing in front of me!
The brazen smile on his face irritates me. Was there really a time in my life I thought that he was attractive?
“Nothing for me, thank you. You will have to excuse me. I have to go through my notes before we land at LAX.”
But Anton just ignores what I said. He calls the airhostess to order an orange juice for me and a scotch for him. I sit and wonder over the absurdity of the situation.
When I started teaching at King’s Prep, he took me under his wing. He had been there since he started teaching and seemed to be very popular with the children. But it always seemed like some of the staff members did not really get along with him. Since I did not participate in staffroom gossip, I knew nothing about staffroom politics.
I had been teaching at King’s Prep for only three months when my husband one day decided to tell me he is leaving. I thought he meant he was going out of town on business. It took me a few minutes to realise he meant he was leaving me; he wanted a trial separation and eventually a divorce.
My heart was broken and as soon as the news of my separation started doing the rounds at school, Anton made sure he was there to help out. He met me at the front gate of the school every morning, came to my classroom to check up on me during intervals and made sure he found me wherever I was working when the children left. He became my crutch.
When I got the phone call to say my estranged husband has been diagnosed with HIV and I need to be tested, he was there. He found me where I was sitting, shocked and crying, in the back corner of my classroom. He forced the whole story out of me. Then he called my doctor and drove me over to his surgery. He sat outside, waiting for me until I came out of my doctor’s office, more than an hour later.
I spent the night crying and shivering. The doctor told me it would be about a week before we would have the results and after that I
would have to have myself tested every month. Because of the window period with HIV, I would only know for certain I was clean after six months. Only then would I really know if I was HIV negative. I felt gutted.
I took the next two days off work. I told the headmaster I had an issue with my divorce I had to deal with. I did not tell him the full story. He knew my husband and he knew that Mark had hurt and humiliated me repeatedly. He just knew that something about Mark had upset me yet again. How could I tell him that one of his staff members might be HIV positive? I only told him I needed time off and he did not force the issue. He was very understanding.
After school, Anton came by the house. I was still living in the house I had shared with Mark and our children. He told me about things that happened at school that day. Later he made a phone call to have pizza and a movie delivered. Around ten he asked if I would be okay alone for the night and promised to come by on his way to school the next morning.
He arrived with all the trimmings to make breakfast. When I saw how late it was, he said that he had already called the school to say he was under the weather. He wanted to spend the day with me to make sure I was okay. I appreciated the company but could not help the niggling feeling of guilt at the back of my mind.
We ended up spending the weekend together. Even though we shared a bed, we did not make love. Having the sword of AIDS hang over your head, does not seem to help your libido much. But having Anton around helped me get through it all. In my eyes he was the greatest gentleman. He was willing to be my friend and help see me through the biggest crisis of my life. And he did not expect me to have sex with him. At that low point in my life, he seemed like the miracle I needed. He was a friend and confidant. The shoulder I needed to cry on.
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