One Last Kiss: A Second Chance Romance

by Lauren Wood

  I went to the sink and ran the faucet with the hot water coming from the pipes. I was about to put my hands underneath, but they were drawn to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue with a tentative touch to feel the pleasing sensation of his creamy essence.

  I had my back toward him and he couldn’t see how I was licking them clean with ravenous attention. I thought mistakenly it was going to be gross, but it was a delicious elixir of life. I savored the moment until I was left with this need to get more from the source.

  To save myself further embarrassment, I walked out and closed the door behind me without looking in his direction. I couldn’t risk succumbing to the temptation of climbing all over him in the throes of passion.

  I stood at the door with him turning the locked knob to gain entry. I heard him asking for forgiveness, but there was nothing to forgive. I was responsible for my actions and I had to find a way to make amends. It was my fault and I was going to have to live with what I had become when faced with the male form.

  I was letting my nubile young body dictate the terms of my surrender. The white flag of my surrender was my panties metaphorically lying around my ankles. I was ready for something more than a casual touch.

  I was afraid of being alone with him. I didn’t want to be someone I didn’t recognize.

  Chapter four

  I called ahead and canceled my appointments for the day. I found myself stopping in on a colleague and finding her amenable to an impromptu therapy session. Dr. Kathryn Ames was someone I had deep respect for.

  “I don’t know when the last time we saw each other. Could it be that you have been trying to avoid me? I hate to be blunt, but the elephant in the room is sitting right beside you. I was hoping this wasn’t going to be an issue for very much longer. You haven’t said anything outright, but I have been doing this long enough to know the signs of a frustrated virgin.” I was drinking my herbal tea and looking up at her over the rim to see she was waiting for me to admit what she already knew.

  “I’ve been trying not to say this, but I can’t do it any longer. I’m a virgin. I’ve met someone who I would like to be my first, but I don’t know how to put it into words. We have been intimate on the pretense of giving him pleasure to take away his frustration. I used my hands. He has been lonely since his wife died a few months ago. I feel I’m taking advantage of him and I’m betraying my oath as a doctor to do no harm.” I was finally ready to let my body do the talking for me, but the man I had chosen was considered off limits.

  “We do try to avoid the entanglement of getting personal with a patient. The one thing you have to remember is that we are still human and we make mistakes. I can’t tell you what to do, but I have this feeling things will work out exactly as they are supposed to. Do you see a future with this man? Is this more than infatuation for his body?” She was older and wiser with the experience to know what she was talking about.

  “I really don’t know how to answer those questions. The only thing I can say for certain is I want to do unspeakable things with him behind closed doors.” I could already envision several scenarios and each one was more than a little earth shaking.

  “It’s perfectly natural for you to feel this way. We can’t always get what we want, but sometimes we can get what we need.” It sounded like something I had heard from the lyrics of a song in the seventies.

  “It’s funny, but I think I want and need him more than I’m willing to admit. He has already told me there have been moments during our sessions where his thoughts were not exactly therapeutic. I know this is wrong, but I’ve been the one looking in from the outside for too long.” Her house was this Cape Cod design with major improvements done for renovations inside. Everything was modern down to the quaint sliding barn door to the bathroom. There were subtle antique touched. What was old was new again.

  “I would tread carefully with his heart. He has lost the love of his life and is willing to cling to anyone who might give him the attention he has been craving. You don’t want to fall into that trap. I know it’s going to be difficult, but you are strong enough to contain these feelings. I don’t know why you would.” It would’ve been easier had those feelings been unrequited, but we were practically throwing each other a bone.

  She was dressed in a peasant blouse and a plain gray skirt past her knees. The wrinkles around her eyes gave her character. She was somebody that I trusted to know what was best for me.

  “I feel that everything I pushed down deep is coming to the surface stronger than ever. I know how to take care of myself, but something tells me it’s far different with someone else driving the bus. I want him to take the steering wheel and show me everything I have been missing.” I looked around at her décor and it was indicative of the woman herself. There was this mixture of old and new.

  “A woman’s first time is something we can never take back. We foolishly give ourselves to those who know how to seduce with words. It could also be their bold claim of love. We know by now guys will say and do anything to get some. He won’t be able to control himself if you give him the green light. Be cautious and you’re playing with the thin thread of his emotions.” I hadn’t given that much thought and he was obviously lonely.

  “You are my friend and I think you know the reason why I haven’t seen you in quite some time. I couldn’t look you in the eyes without you being able to see through me. I came very close to telling you the last time we were together. I think you know that.” She was a valuable asset and she was someone I was proud to call my friend.

  “I’m going to give you permission to do something promiscuous. I can guide you with helpful hints to give you a fighting chance. I know everything I’ve said to you is going to go in one ear and out the other when you see him smiling at you. We’ve all been there and the bad boy always has an edge over the competition. His wealth is nothing compared to the way that he can touch you in just the right way.” She sounded like she was talking from personal experience.

  “I would say you have been where I’m at and I should listen to what you have to say with my ears wide open. This is the case of the younger generation falling victim to the same mistakes you made in the past. Life has a tendency to imitate and duplicate experiences in different ways.” I had the tools at my disposal to resist the lure of his manly arms.

  “We all have the best intentions, but sometimes the heat of the moment can be too much. He will do whatever he can get you alone. It’s a foregone conclusion and one you should take to the bank.” She reached out and put her hand on my knee in a comforting gesture.

  “I am determined to stand up to his delectable body. The only thing that could possibly make me succumb is to see him naked again. I don’t think I could stand with my legs shaking without doing something about the feelings building up inside of me. I can’t see there being any occasion where I would find him naked unless I was to surprise him again in the bathroom.” I knew I would be singing a different tune when my eyes laid claim to the flag unfurling between his legs.

  “I have given you the necessary advice, but it’s going to mean nothing if he’s your magic man. Can he say more with a smile than he could ever say with words? I would be lying if I didn’t say I was envious of your position. You waited patiently for the right one and the situation has thrown him into your lap. I suspect there’s going to be more than just sleeping in your future.” She thought I was weak and I had to show her I was strong in the face of overwhelming odds.

  “You’re showing your age by what you’re saying to me. I’m not sure what you mean by him being my magic man. I have taken up more than enough of your time. I needed somebody to listen to me and you have always been there. Our friendship was built on you being my mentor. I shouldn’t have kept you at arm’s length.” She was my guiding light and someone I had deferred to often by thinking about what she had said to me in the past.

  “I might be showing my age, but you are showing your inexperience like a neon light for him to find his way into your bed. Mark
my words. If you’re not careful, you’re going to be gripping more than your pillow at night. There are things out of our control and our libido is always one of them.” She was giving me her dire prediction and I thought that she was somewhat naïve to think two people couldn’t be friends without getting physical.

  “I’m not going to jump into anything. Logically, I know anything I do with him would be wrong. I can’t justify being with him without thinking about what our union would do to his son. There’s no way I would feel comfortable doing anything with him close enough to walk in on us.” She smiled knowingly.

  “I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about that. He has already made concessions for him. I know this like I know the back of my hand. Don’t be surprised to see what I say come back to haunt you.” She wasn’t telling me not to do it but was stressing caution before moving forward.

  I walked out and down the steps carefully to avoid the many different toys from her grandchildren.

  I gave myself a pep talk on the way home after finishing some errands. I arrived in time to see Daniel getting into a car with a family of four. He meekly waved at me and I sheepishly followed with no idea of what was going on.

  “Daniel has a sleepover with a friend. It appears we are going to be here alone together.” Evan whistled happily and I knew this was his way of planning a night I was never going to forget

  Chapter five

  I saw the writing on the wall by how he had gone all out. The smell of lobster and the delicate aroma of oysters made it easy to recognize his attempt at seduction. The boiling pot of shellfish was seasoned with salt. This was similar to Christmas Eve when I was younger. Tradition dictated a variety of seafood including succulent lobster.

  I sat there and watched him work. I was careful not to make any untoward gestures to encourage his behavior.

  “In the cold light of reality, I was able to rehash the details of what happened in the bathroom this morning. I seem to recall somebody making the confession she was a virgin. It was fortuitous that Daniel had this play date scheduled a few weeks in advance.” I wasn’t sure if he was trying to tell me what I wanted to hear.

  “I got a little carried away this morning and I feel it’s necessary to apologize. I was a little flustered and I acted impulsively.” The oysters were staring at me on my plate and I couldn’t bring myself to consume one.

  “I think it’s safe to say we both got what we wanted. I feel like we have come a long way from being patient and therapist. We are red-blooded Americans with a hungry need for satisfaction.” He was stirring the pot of my arousal and his words were the necessary ingredients for a recipe of love.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready to be with anybody. I was letting my body play fast and loose with my morals. I should have known better than to stick my hand in the fire. It’s dangerous to mix business with pleasure. I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know.” I had purposely put on a sweater, but it somehow molded to my body in a way that made me stand out in more than one way.

  The jeans were symbolic of putting the brakes on before we accelerated any further. They were painted on my body and a little too tight to make it almost impossible to get it off. It was just one of the weapons I was using to keep things simple without overheating in the process.

  We cracked into the lobster and he tempted me with the aphrodisiac. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it. I consumed it never really thinking it was going to make much of a difference. As far as I was concerned, it was an old wives’ tale.

  “I want you to loosen up. There’s nothing to be afraid of with me. I’ve given this a lot of thought and I want to be your first. You are what every billionaire would pay big money to have.” I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted or amused by his statement.

  “There’s no amount of money that could possibly make me give away what I have held onto for 25-years. There is, however, something stronger than the almighty dollar. The way you look at me and the feel of your fingers touching me is more than money can buy.” He came closer and I felt him behind me. Kissing my neck was a good way to start a domino effect.

  “I think you need proper motivation. I have something to stuff your stocking with.” He spun me and I felt him tugging on my jeans. I instinctively lifted my body with no regard for what my mentor had said to me.

  “I’m trying to be a good girl, but it’s so much more delicious to be bad.” Love was a storybook written with many chapters and this one was the very beginning.

  “This is your chance to get in touch with the bad girl inside you. We can call this an early Christmas gift. I’m going to take my time unwrapping this. I hope you do the same.” He painted the inside of my thighs with his tongue and my panties were sopping wet.

  “Be careful and maybe you should watch your step.” I was giving him one chance to cool things off, but I didn’t feel he was going to take it. I didn’t want him to.

  This was the perfect way to ring in the festive season.

  “I don’t want to be careful. You have no idea what I have been through. What you have seen with my son is only scratching the surface, but I digress.” He had my panties in his hands and I thought he was going to remove them, but he left them on.

  “I haven’t done anything. I’ve heard of going to first base, but I have no idea what it actually means. I’m guessing a home run is self-explanatory.” I was living on the edge of something that was going to take my breath away.

  His tongue fit nicely between the tender lips of my sex. The world was in chaos and we had found our own piece of paradise during the holidays.

  The color of my skin had flushed to a rosy complexion with my chest showing a hint of pink. It was aggravating to be teased mercilessly with the tip of his tongue.

  “I know you have waited and I feel honored to be your first. I don’t know what this means for the future, but I have designs on keeping you around for the foreseeable future.” His approach was getting to me and my body squirmed in the chair with him dragging me until my lower half was suspended in the air with his mouth currently attached to something I deemed private.

  “I was… I was unbelievably dense when it came to what to expect from this. I thought I knew, but there was no way I could without trying it once. I’ve listened to accounts of other people’s encounters, but their words are nothing compared to the real thing.” My legs were over his shoulders and my bare toes were pointing straight up.

  He had turned me into a scrumptious feast for one. The feelings he was inducing was something I would gladly bottle up for a rainy day. If I could release those same feelings at will, I probably wouldn’t have any need for him.

  His tongue rallied against the resistance of my body to accept him. He was making his presence known. The way he was exciting every part of me was something I was never going to forget. It came over me like a flash of lightning and this thunderous roar of approval from my lips.

  “I’m cumming…this is nothing like my hand. Oh, my god… I think I’m going to die with a smile on my face.” My body was the perfect refuge for his long and agile tongue.

  I was in the throes of an epileptic fit of pleasure with the chair underneath me bouncing with how my body was thrashing. It was brought about by the oral exploration of my flesh.

  He wasn’t able to hold me down. I flopped into the air and landed heavily on the floor. I was twitching in the aftermath of my pleasure. I could only imagine what being fucked would be like. I was about to find out.

  I was breathing heavily, slightly confused and dazed by the experience. I opened my eyes to see him inhaling the essence of my sexuality from the crotch of my panties. His excitable inches were throbbing in his other hand.

  I was given the necessary encouragement to experience my first taste of cock. His eyes were closed and I attacked until he was lying prone. I became an animal with only one thing on my mind. I ripped off his clothes and threw them into the air not caring where they wer
e going to land. I pried his fingers away from his unfurling snake.

  I felt the heat of the shaft against my fingertips. I sampled a taste of what was sitting majestically on top of the head. The crown of his scepter was soon feeling the warmth of my tongue sliding around it in a semi-circular motion.

  “I don’t know how you expect me to lay here and take this.” I was crackling with electricity and I was getting some necessary emotional feedback from my body begging for more of what he could give me from the source.

  There was no question about the honesty of the moment. The glittering reminder of how I was giving myself to him was in his eyes.

  “I’m going to attempt something and I hope that you can be patient.” I opened my mouth with the salacious need to see how much of him I could take.

  The head was enormous, but I was able to stretch to accommodate the flaring shape. It fit heavily on my tongue and he was grunting with enthusiastic need for more. I listened to the sound of his encouragement and the way that his prominent anatomy was reacting to what I was doing to it.

  “This is fucking insane and you have no idea what kind of willpower I have to let this continue.” I enjoyed how he was reacting positively to my awkward technique. I had seen and read a few things, but nothing compared to an up close and personal experience.

  I was looking up at him and he was lying back with his hands over his eyes. It was interesting to have him rely on his other senses. I worked tirelessly to get him all the way in, but I was unable to take the last couple of inches. It wasn’t from lack of trying.

  His hips involuntarily bumped forward and made me take another inch. His two hands on my head held me in place with my lips sealed around half of what he had to offer.

  He was consciously aware of how much I could take without choking on the remainder. The knob was practically pulsing on the surface of my tongue. I was distracted from my own pleasure by servicing his needs. I had to have time to compose myself before continuing.