by Wood, Lauren
“Why don't we just see what happens?”
“I think we both know how this is going to end.”
She said that, and then at the same time, she handed me another drink. That told me what I wanted to know. This is what she wanted and even though I didn't need the burning drink to do what was needed, I am sure that it was going to help it along. It was a lot to have her back into my arms and I could feel the pressure of it all. This is one moment that I didn't want to mess up.
I finally pulled her in against my body hard and kissed her like I wanted to the whole time. I didn't hold back any longer and I could taste the same whiskey on her tongue. The soft moaning sound that she made, just made me want her more. Everything that Lisa did, drove me crazy and made me need her even more than before. She had always had this power over me and now it was driving me to want her so badly, that I thought my throat might actually close up altogether.
My hands move up and down her hips and thighs, delighting in the fact that I actually remembered each and every curve that she had. This was how she was supposed to feel. This was what I remembered and a surge of desire came over me. Pulling her against the hard length that she had created, I wanted her to know how badly I needed her. It was impossible to hide it any longer.
I walked her into the living room, her going backwards and me sort of leading the way as I kissed her. I did not want any more interruptions. I didn't want to talk anymore. At this point, I was here for only one reason and it was to make sure that she didn't change her mind. If she did, I don't think I would be able to back off. I was too worked up and in far too much need, to turn away now.
When she got down to the couch, I sat down and moved in between her legs, me on my knees. Her legs opened for me almost immediately and the skirt flipped upward, so that I could see her panties. The quick view that I had of them, showed a darkened spot in the middle. I really wanted to believe that it was her wetness, showing me how ready she was.
“You don't know how badly I have been waiting for this, Lisa.”
Lisa couldn't even look at me as I pulled her panties down her thighs. The panties hung on one of her legs, as I put them on my shoulders. I remember quite clearly how much she would fight this. Every time she would get close to an orgasm, Lisa would try and run away from me. I was ready for it though. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to make sure that I had a good hold of her. I knew that I was going to need it. I wasn't going to stop until she begged me to take her.
Lisa was going to remember what I had been remembering all along. And then she would come back to me. I was sure of it.
17
Lisa
His mouth felt as good as I remembered. He always liked to play games with me, starting at my ankles and slowly moving his way up. We both knew where he was going and usually I was good with the anticipation of it. If I was honest with myself, that had always been the best part. Knowing what was going to happen, waiting for it, and not being able to do anything to speed it up. It was maddening to say the least. This time though, I found myself wanting to speed it all up.
When he finally got to his destination, I let out a loud moan, because it just felt that good. How long had it been since my body had been so ready for it? I had been with many men in the last ten years, many very skilled lovers that had done wonders to my body, but there was always something special about the way that Frank made me feel. It always felt different and he always left me wanting more.
The first orgasm came in a heartbeat and literally took my breath away. I couldn't do anything, but stare off into the distance. That's how I knew there was no going back. I was never going to be able to walk away from him again. I knew at that moment, that all of my assumptions about how I would get him out of my system and move on, were wrong. There was no other way to describe it.
His tongue flicked in and out between my slit, rubbing generously the already engorged nub that was waiting for him. Each time he did so, it was paired with damp heat that really drove home the crazy feeling that was inside of me. As much as I wanted to believe that I could handle the situation, that I could handle him, Frank always did have a way to completely run over the top of me. It was to the point that I couldn't say no, no matter how badly I wanted to.
I could hear hunger noises from him and I looked down to see his eyes staring back up at me, while his mouth was busy pleasuring me. They were so dark and needy, that I had to look away. It was too much when added to what he was doing to me. I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to handle myself. It just wasn't possible.
I called out his name loudly, my head falling back as another wave of pleasure took over my body. I tried to escape his tongue lashing, but I wasn't able to get away. He held me fast and even if I struggled, all it did was move his tongue on me again. I got to the point that I was almost hysterical and he finally pulled away, chuckling and wiping his mouth.
He leaned down and gave me a kiss, making it so that I could taste myself on his lips. His tongue snaked out and touched the inside caverns of my mouth, reminding me very clearly where he had just been. I was dying inside, came more than I had in a long time, but I knew that wasn't all. Frank had always liked to go above and beyond and I know that this time wasn't any different.
He got off of me and started to take his clothes off. I still had mine on, except for my panties. He had left it all on, because there was no need to take it off. He had just thrown my skirt up to my waist and started playing around. I watched his hard form come into view and I had to swallow hard. Every hard line that I remembered from before, was still there. Every ripple and muscle. It was all more than I had expected. I almost wanted him to have some gray hair or something. Frank being perfect was too hard to handle.
Before I could say something that I was going to regret, like I didn't want to do this, he was back over the top of me, his body pressed on mine. My legs had widened to let him in and now he was wedged between them. At first I thought that he was finally going to push deep and take me out of my misery, but that didn’t seem to be the case at all.
Instead, he wanted to play with my emotions just a little bit longer. I jerked every time his fingers passed over the already sensitive part of me. For one reason or another, Frank really liked to watch me squirm.
“Please, Frank. You know what I need.”
He grinned at me and said that he did. “I also know that you sound so damn sexy when you beg. Why can’t you do that for me?”
I gave him a dirty look and his finger stilled and then left my core. I was able to breathe, but I didn’t want to breathe. I wanted him to suck the life out of me. I knew that he could. He had done it so many times before.
“Please.”
He slammed in quickly and possessed every inch of me. I tried to pull myself together, but it was impossible, it really was. He just felt so damn good and I wasn’t able to hold it in any more. I knew that I should. I didn’t need him to know how desperate I was because of him. He didn’t need to know these things. The truth was, that I figured that he was going to use it against me somehow.
I clung to him while he moved inside of me quickly. I wasn't the only one that was sick of waiting for copulation from the feel of things and the way he was acting, Frank was ready for it as well. He kissed my lips and then pulled back and went to his knees. He dragged my body with him and moved faster in my depths.
I exploded around him and my whole body tensed up painfully. I never knew that it could feel like this, not after all this time. It felt like it did when I was younger and the reminder was not helping at all. I was trying my best to get over him. But being in his arms, him inside of me, I knew there was no way it was going to happen. Little did I know, I had just made everything worse.
Several times he slowed down enough for me to catch my breath and hope for a minute that he was through with me. It wasn't like it didn't feel good, On the contrary, it felt too good. There was just too much and it was all overwhelming. I spent most of my time trying t
o collect myself and hoping that I would be able to. The other half of the time I was just trying to get through the next orgasm. I was so sensitive at some point, that I told him he needed to come or get off of me.
“Surely you don't mean that, Lisa.” He looked aghast.
I told him that I did and he must have seen that I was being for real, because it was only seconds later that he was filling me full.
“There's no way that I can be done with you and get off. I just never wanted it to end.”
When he finally pulled out of me, I was able to lie back. Every muscle was sore from contracting over and over again. My insides were sore, as well as my hips from being pushed to their own limits to get me exactly where he wanted. I felt like I had just run a long and very dirty race. All I wanted to do was look at the ceiling and watch the fan go round and round.
He lay down next to me and when I finally caught my breath again, I looked over at him.
“Well that did not turn out the way I thought it would.”
“How did you think it was going to turn out?”
I just kind of shrugged because there was no way that I was going to tell him what I had been thinking would happen. All it would do is prove how wrong I was and how right he was. I think that he had enough of that for the night.
“I don't know, Frank. I just didn't think it would turn out like this.”
“Did you think that I would forget how to fuck?”
“No, nothing like that. From what I have read about you, Frank, you were always get in the bedroom. Not just with me.”
“So you kept up with me all these years?”
I nibbled on my lower lip and just kind of shook my head. That was something that he wasn't supposed to know. I was supposed to be this cold hearted woman that never thought about him again. It was of course false, but it was something that I had tried to portray for a very long time. It was hard to tell the truth now. Especially to him.
“It's okay, Lisa. I kept up with you as well.”
18
Frank
I felt like things between us were finally going to move forward. After ten years, I finally had the woman that I wanted, but now what?
I woke up the next morning and she was gone. Since I was in her hotel room, I had no idea where she went. There was no ‘Dear John’ note to tell me why she had taken off, so I started to look around the hotel room. There was still a chance that she was in the bathroom or on the balcony or something.
I didn't see her though. I called out to her, before I realized that the clothes that were on the floor from the night before, were gone. Everything that she had brought into the room, her backpack, luggage and everything else was gone. Where had she gone?
I was still naked and I was rock hard. My dreams had been filled of Lisa and I think it was the reason that I woke up to begin with. I hadn't even slept a couple hours, but now the opportunity was gone. I wanted her, but she was nowhere to be found.
Finding my phone, I dialed her number and expected her to answer. Maybe she was going to tell me that she was down getting us some coffee and something for breakfast. Anything would have been better than her just disappearing for no reason. I had to know why.
There wasn't any answer though. I left a message, asking her where the hell she was and then hung up frustrated. It was then when I was looking at the screen that I realized that I had a voicemail and I got that sinking feeling in my gut. It was a voicemail that was going to tell me that she was gone. Maybe it would go further to say that it was a mistake, what we did the night before. I'm not really sure.
I dialed up my voicemail number and waited for it to ring. After two rings, it went to the recording and sure enough it was Lisa. I knew that it was not going to be good news.
‘Hey, Frank. I hate to do this, but I needed to get back home. I had my cousin Angie come and get me. I know that we had another meeting to go to, but I'm sure that you will be just fine without me. This is just way more complicated than I am looking for right now. Surely you can understand that.”
There was alarm inside of me for a minute. I thought that was all that she had left, but then she said quickly that she had a good time and it was good to see me again. If I didn't know any better, she was acting like we were never going to see each other again. Obviously that wasn't the case, because I was her boss. How are we not going to see each other anymore, when we work together every day?
I hung up the phone in frustration and after a minute, I threw it across the room. What had gone wrong?
I felt like everything had been going so well and now I was right back to square one. I was really starting to think that there was no winning with her. How could I ever get her to trust me again, if she would never give me the chance?
After a few minutes, I knew I had to get out and get to the meeting that was scheduled. Someone had to show up and even though I didn't want to go, I did leave for it. I was still trying to prove myself to Clinton and I certainly wasn't going to do that, by taking off when there was a job to do. It would not be the first time that I had to let it all go before. This was obviously one of those times and the only thing that I could do was move forward, no matter how hard it was.
I think the worst part about it all was that I’d really thought that Lisa and I were getting to a better place. I’d falsely thought for a moment, that she felt the same way. But then again, I’d felt the same way before, and I tried to hold onto a sliver of hope. Maybe I just needed to give her some time. Then we would be able to move forward.
I was on my way back home after the meeting and I got a call. It wasn’t unusual to get many throughout the day because my assistant would send them through to my cell phone if it was important. But that didn't seem to matter, because I was really hopeful that it was Lisa. The chances were that it was someone else but her, but I answered with hope anyways. I didn’t even look at the number.
“Frank, how is everything going over there?”
“The meeting went well and I'm just now leaving. I'll be back in the office tomorrow morning to tell you all about it.”
“I was told that you were there by yourself.”
“Yeah, your daughter left a little early. I think she had something to do with her cousin.”
There was silence on the other end and it gave me time to wonder why the hell he was asking me about Lisa. Then I have to wonder how he even knew about it. Did he have somebody reporting back to him and if he did, who?
“Are you sure that something didn't happen between the two of you?”
When he had agreed to hire me, I was wondering what was on the old man's mind. He certainly didn't like me, had made that more than crystal clear several times before, but now all of a sudden he was way too interested in our personal life. What was it that he was getting at?
“I don't know if that's something that I particularly want to talk to you about. You know that me and your daughter have history and sometimes I think it's just a little too complicated, that's all.”
There was another silence and I waited for him to say something. I didn't think that it was really his place, but that had never stopped him before. He was always putting his nose in other people’s business.
“I think that I should tell you why I contacted you in the first place. When I heard that you were looking into our company, I have to say, I was pretty curious. Considering the history that the two of you have together, it was strange to see you came out of the blue.”
I had no idea where he was going with this, but he had my attention now.
“Then I met with you again and I realized that you had some kind of feelings for my daughter. I'm still not sure if I'm too happy about it, but there is something you should know about Lisa.”
The conversation got so serious, so quickly that I was actually worried what he was going to say. I did not want to argue with him about anything, but I also wanted to know what he was going to say next. What was it that I needed to know about her?
After a min
ute he finally kept talking.
“See the thing is, my daughter changed when you left. I know that it was our fault. We pushed the two of you apart and then you broke up with her. I don't really know your reasoning and I can't pretend to think that I know what happened between the two of you, but I do know what it did to my daughter. She has never been the same since that happened.”
“What do you mean, she's never been the same?”
“It's just what I said. I think something broke inside of her. I won't blame it all on you, I share some of the blame, but you have no idea the effect you had on her.”
I wanted him to tell me more, but at the same time, I was a little worried about it. Did I really want to hear how I ruined his daughter? And if he really felt that way, I don't know why we were having this conversation right now. Why was I working for him?
“Lisa has never loved again. I know that you two were young and we made it even harder to be together, but I think my daughter really loved you. After you, I’ve never seen her get close to a man again. I know that it's my fault. If we wouldn’t have intervened and put that stress on you two, maybe you two would still be together. And I know that she is too old to meddle, but I want her to be happy.”
“I broke up with your daughter because I couldn't pay attention to her and to football. It was the worst time to fall in love. I thought that I would find another woman just like her. I realized pretty quickly, that was not the case.”
“And then what happened?”
It was kind of uncomfortable to talk to her father about it, but I figured that the best I could do was just be truthful.
“Then nothing. I went my own way and I haven't seen her since. I looked you up because I wanted to see if I could get close to her again. We used to be close and I figured that all we would have to do is be around each other and then we can remember how good it was between us. I haven’t found love again either.”
