A Love Like Ours

by Christine L'Amour

  Each time she spanks me harder and harder, turning me on more and more.

  She stops to massage my ass cheeks and I feel her hands sliding up to my hips. She grips them tightly and pushes me down harder on her mouth.

  With the wetness from her tongue, feeling her nose grinding against me I can’t help but give her what she wants.

  “I feel it.” I whimper at her.

  That’s the only warning she gets, and she digs her nails into my hips as she drinks me down. She makes me stay still. I try to wiggle around but there’s no way that I can. She makes me cum harder than I’ve ever cum before and there’s a smile on my face.

  My body is shaking, and I feel the goosebumps as she drinks the last few drops down for me and the sweat that’s formed on my forehead drips off me and hits her in the face.

  She moans as she tries to get more juice from me.

  I’m still shaking when she removes her mouth from my vagina and slowly slides me down so that I’m lying on top of her.

  “That was better than the last time.” She whispers, pressing her mouth against mine.

  I giggle at her, knowing that I was thinking the same thing. There’s no question that we had a better time together than the first time.

  I close my eyes and press my body against hers she brings her arms around me, drawing me in closer to her.

  “I don’t want this good time to stop.” I moan against her mouth.

  “You know that it doesn’t have to.” She tells me.

  It is my choice. I don’t want it to stop. I want it to be with her, but I don’t want to think that I’m going to be missing out on something with Corinne.

  That’s what has brought me back to reality. In the morning we’re going to be going on the same plane. The same stops and I don’t know how it’s going to end.

  “Stop thinking.” She whispers to me as I pull my mouth away from hers.

  I roll over onto my side of the bed and stare up at the ceiling. I don’t even bother to reach for the towel to cover myself.

  “You know that if it doesn’t work out with Corinne like you wanted it to. I’m here.” She props herself up on one elbow.

  “I know this.” I bite down on my lip.

  “Then why are you acting like this?” Vicky brings a hand to the side of my face and makes me look at her.

  Turning my head gently until our eyes meet.

  “What if it does work out with Corinne?” I ask her, feeling guilty as hell almost as if I’m betraying Vicky.

  “Don’t worry about that either. If nothing else, we’re friends. I mean you don’t do this with someone that you don’t want to be friends with, right?” She asks me.

  I giggle at her and shake my head.

  “Then don’t worry about it. You’re not going to lose me either way. We live in the same state. We will see each other more. Unless Corinne convinces you to move in with her.” Vicky doesn’t look worried at all.

  There’s no reason for her to be worried.

  “We wouldn’t do something like that after the first meeting.” I shake my head at her.

  “I don’t know, we’ve gotten closer since just meeting in that hotel room.” She raises her eyebrows.

  “It’s not like that. With Corinne we haven’t touched upon the deepest parts of ourselves. We haven’t had the time to really get to know each other.” I whisper, letting her know that it’s not like Vicky and me.

  “You’re just going to have to come up with a decision when we get there. Either way, I’m not going to just leave you there. If you say that you’re going to stay with her like you planned for whatever length of time I will go back home. I will be waiting for you there as a friend, a lover, whatever you want. I just know that the more honest we are with each other, with ourselves the easier this will be.” Vicky nods her head firmly and finally brings her hand away from my face.

  She’s right.

  Vicky is straight up and that’s something I need in my life. I can’t convince myself of one thing and then do the exact opposite.

  “I don’t want to be like my mother.” I shake my head, sitting up on the bed.

  “Now what do you mean by that?” Vicky sits up and wants to know the rest of it.

  “I mean that I don’t want one woman leaving with another coming in. That’s not who I am. Why do I feel like I’m doing something wrong?” I ask her.

  “You have a good heart. When you have one of those you second guess everything that you’re doing. Don’t allow yourself to feel that way. She didn’t come out and ask you what you’ve been doing with your time.” She points out.

  “No.” I admit.

  “If she did, would you have told her the truth?” Vicky challenges me.

  “I would like to think so.” I shrug my shoulders.

  “If you would’ve come up with you weren’t doing anything. That would be a lie. That would be something that you should feel bad about. If you came out with the truth you would’ve at least known what she would’ve said to you. She didn’t ask though.” Vicky points out the facts.

  “I just want to know what lies ahead.” I groan.

  “You’re never going to know that. No one’s going to be able to tell the future. That’s something that’s out of your control.” Vicky rolls her eyes at me.

  “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could though?” I giggle.

  “It’s just not possible so I don’t think about it. You can’t control something that you have no control over. I guess that’s how I get through life. Even now. If you choose her, I can’t control that. So, I tend not to worry about it.” Vicky uses me as an example.

  Chapter Eight

  The day is going faster than yesterday. It’s already getting dark outside the reminder comes across the intercom throughout the day reminding me that I’m not going to be here for much longer.

  We have lunch together, neither of us wanting to know the time. Neither of us wanting to talk about tomorrow.

  It’s going to happen sooner or later, but that’s not the point.

  “We don’t even sit together.” Vicky tells me, looking at our tickets before bed that night.

  “What?” I ask her.

  “I’m in the middle row and you’re all the way in the back. Right before the flight takes off if there’s no one sitting beside you or no one beside me then one of us will make a switch.” She suggests.

  “Can we do that?” I ask her.

  “You think that they’re going to throw us out the window of the plane in the air?” She laughs at me.

  I laugh with her, knowing that it’s a crazy thing to imagine. There’s no way that they can have us thrown off.

  “Okay, then that’s what we’ll do. You want to go down to the giftshop before it closes?” I ask her, something to do.

  “Yeah.” She surprises me.

  We head downstairs and see that the giftshop is only open for another twenty minutes.

  “Perfect timing.” I nudge her as we walk in.

  I want to get her something to remember me by. Not that she could forget about me, but I want her to have something from me.

  We look and look through the aisles of the little trinkets and I find a pink rock that’s almost the same color as her hair.

  The words etched into the smooth rock are “Do the Impossible” I know that it will help her through the hard times.

  I go to the register and she doesn’t ask for anything, so I don’t get her anything. There’s nothing that looks interesting to her. She doesn’t even comment on the snow globes that are there.

  The cashier gives me a small, black, gift box for the rock and she looks quickly at Vicky and then back at me giving me a smile.

  “This is going to come in handy.” She tells me, giving me some hope and happiness with her words.

  I thank her and we head out of the giftshop. Going back to the room we pass the one room that we’d been in.

  All the women are packing their belongings by the door, piling them up for the ne
xt day. No one seems to notice us, and they don’t look as happy as we do though.

  I think only a few have smiles on their faces and they are tired smiles. Glad to be getting out of the room smiles.

  “I don’t think that there’s going to be an empty seat on the plane.” I tell her as we make it to our room.

  “Maybe not. But I will let you know when I’m getting off the plane so that you can follow.” She assures me.

  This is my first time, but it doesn’t sound like it’s her first time.

  “That would help me out a lot.” I giggle at her and link my arm through hers walking through our hotel room door.

  “This is for you.” I tell her when we get settled into bed and she has the television on.

  “Really?” She asks me.

  “Who did you think it was for?” I ask her, giving her a strange look.

  “I don’t know, a friend back home…Maybe Corinne…” Vicky blushes.

  “No. For you.” I make sure that she knows that I was thinking about her. She was the reason I wanted to go to the giftshop.

  “No one has ever given me something like this.” She shakes her head, opening the box and seeing the rock that I had purchased.

  She runs her fingers around the smoothness of the rock. The gloss makes it look like it’s a glass rock.

  “Really?” I ask her.

  “Yeah.” She nods her head, keeping her eyes on the words.

  “No one has ever given you flowers, a present just because?” I am shocked to hear this.

  “No, it sounds silly but no.” She shakes her head back and forth.

  “Then I’m glad that I’m the first. I don’t want you to forget about me. I want you to have something inspirational in case we don’t make it back even as friends. You never know what’s going to happen from one day to the next. You know?” I ask her.

  “Thank you, I love it. Everything is going to work out and I could never forget you. I want you to know that.” Vicky tells me.

  I nod my head at her, biting down on my lip.

  “This isn’t goodbye. You know this.” She hugs me tightly to her.

  I wrap my arms around her, and we stay like that for a few minutes. I hear the commercials just as noise. I don’t even know what she’s watching.

  “I do know this. I just want to make sure that you will always have something from me.” I assure her.

  “The memories I will take with me. This rock, I love it. It’s the proof that we really did exist at one time if we leave and never see each other again.” She explains to me.

  I let the tears fall freely. I don’t wipe them like I would. I have no shame crying in front of her. We’ve done a lot over the past two days and I shouldn’t be this attached, but I am because of who she is.

  Vicky doesn’t pretend to be something she’s not. She doesn’t try to make people like her and that’s one of her best qualities.

  “It’s going to be okay. You will see that what I’m telling you is the truth. You will see it with your own eyes.” She promises me.

  I nod my head and suck in my breath, letting it out and I can feel my lips trembling. If I could see what was coming next, I wouldn’t be so upset. Or maybe I would and find a different way of handling it.

  Not knowing is the biggest thing that’s making me upset. The choices that we make in life is what leads us down paths that we may not be ready for, other times it brings us to paths that we’ve always wanted to find.

  I let her go and I wipe my eyes as she goes back to watching the television screen.

  “Does anything ever bother you?” I ask her when I know that I can talk without tripping over my words.

  “Sure, they do I just can’t let them out the way you do. If I let out all my fears, I would be just like you. And they do say that opposites attract to a point.” She grins at me.

  I smile at her and rest my head on the pillow, I pull the blankets up over me and close my eyes.

  “I’m going to set the alarm for four in the morning so we can drink down a few cups of coffee and make sure that we have everything. Maybe shower.” Vicky tells me.

  “Sounds good to me.” I give her the best smile I can while keeping my eyes closed and manage to drift off.

  I don’t know what time Vicky goes to bed, but I know that she doesn’t fall asleep at the same time that I do. I can feel her getting up and moving around so I’m not in a sound sleep. I hear her use the bathroom. I feel her getting back into bed and it’s when I’m almost in a deep sleep that I feel her arm come around me.

  She holds me close to her.

  I don’t know if it’s because she knows herself that this is the last time. We both know that it might be and that’s something that I don’t want to think about.

  I feel her body pressing against mine as I feel my body relax completely and my mind goes into total darkness.

  The alarm makes me jump. I sit up as if it’s a fire alarm going off in the hallway.

  “How long have you been awake?” I ask her, seeing that she’s smiling at me and shaking her head before she shuts the alarm off.

  “Ten minutes maybe.” She laughs.

  “Good, you did get some sleep last night.” I nod my head.

  “Off and on, the rest of the time I was watching you. You hog the bed, you know that.” She winks at me.

  Her eyes are telling me that there are no sad moments today. Not this morning, not when we get on the plane. We still have a few more hours together and we should count every minute as a blessing.

  The coffee goes off and I’m the first one to make a cup this time. I put the breakfast from yesterday into the microwave and eat it like that. I add just a little milk to my coffee this morning.

  “Make sure that we have everything. I don’t want to leave anything behind.” Vicky tells me as if we’ve known each other forever and that we’re going back home from a splendid vacation.

  I laugh at her, but I notice that she puts the rock back into the box, shoving it into her luggage before she adds her clothing.

  “I do want to tell you that I get my bluntness from my father.” She points a finger at me, looking as if she might be thinking about some other things, she wants to warn me of.

  “That’s fine.” I laugh at her.

  “Don’t look at him as if he’s a criminal. I don’t want him thinking that I’ve talked about him to you. He would tell me that it’s none of my business or he would go into great detail of why he ended up in prison. It could go either way depending on his mood.” Vicky gives me a warning look.

  “I would never tell anyone anything that you tell me. I hope that you would give me the same respect.” I give her a serious look.

  “Yes, that goes without saying. I’m glad that we cleared that up.” She giggles at me.

  She goes to use the bathroom and that’s when I start packing up my own things. I do it quickly so that I don’t have to be caught packing up when she comes out. It’s hard to do this in front of her. I don’t want to start blubbering about all the worries that we’ve already talked about.

  I zip up my bags just as she comes out of the bathroom.

  “I can’t promise that the house is going to be clean.” Vicky rolls her eyes at me.

  “Stop stressing. I don’t care what anyone’s house looks like. I’m not going there for anyone but you. I’m your support on this.” I grin at her.

  She gives me a weak smile and that’s when I see the fear in her eyes.

  Vicky thinks that I’m going to judge her. She thinks that I’m going to take one look at her father, or his house and tell her that I don’t even want to be her friend.

  “Only true friends stay together through thick and thin.” I tell her, letting her know that I’m a loyal friend and she should know that by now.

  Chapter Nine

  When we get on the plane, I keep a close eye on Vicky. She turns and looks back at me letting me know that she hasn’t forgotten about me.

  There are no empty seats, jus
t like I thought. Anyone that stayed is going to make sure that they continue on with their plans.

  It gives me time to sit by myself anyways and think.

  Not that I like thinking because it always puts me into a depression. I am glad that I can be here for Vicky though.

  That wasn’t my plan when I started out. None of it is part of the plan when it comes to life in general.

  I smile at the thought of when we first met. The way she looked at me. Not knowing if she was going to be someone that was going to cause problems or someone who was willing to make peace. I would’ve been wrong about her.

  She did look like a troublemaker when I first saw her.

  I haven’t gotten any texts from Corinne, not even when I tell her that I was on the plane. That I had one place to stop before coming to see her. If she cared, she would’ve wanted to know where I was going.

  I put my phone back down and shut it off knowing that we’re not supposed to have them on the plane.

  How can someone go hours without calling, messaging when they are happy to meet someone special? That’s something that I can never understand.

  I don’t know how many times that I wanted to call her. Even before I met Vicky, I was the one calling and leaving messages. It got to the point where I would just stop because she wouldn’t call me back right away.

  It was her nature to call when she wanted to or felt the need to.

  On the other hand, maybe, she is just busy with life like she had told me on the phone. I can’t expect her to drop everything the second I get there. Just like I can’t expect her to drop everything when I call her.

  I know that she has a life. She’s had one before she met me online. Just like I did, only I made sure that she knew I was thinking of her. We had set times that we would call each other so that we knew the other one was free.

  The more I think of it I want to go easy on her. I feel bad for thinking ill of her and her friend. I tell myself that I wouldn’t like it if I was Corinne, it would feel like I was being checked up on instead of just wanting to talk.

  I close my eyes for just a little bit and before I drift off, I feel someone nudge me. I open them and see that Vicky is getting ready to go into the bathroom.