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It was fate. He rode across the state so they could be together yet again. He woke her with a kiss when he got there. She said she would be napping and to let himself in. And as promised, there she was. Asleep, curled on her bed in a leopard print top and lacey panties. It had been weeks since their last rendezvous, but no time was wasted in getting reaquainted. The taste of her lightly perfumed tanned skin was intoxicating. And soon their moans filled the room. She is soooo incredibly sexual! Every touch, lick, and stroke seemed to be the right one ---to fill her intense needs (and his own). First they fucked, then made love. Then it was out to dinner with another couple.
This time he knew the ground rules. But still fell in love with her all over again. When she smiles----you feel its all for you. When she kisses you....time stands still. And when it's time for "goodbye", you feel like you're leaving home for the first time. Like you're leaving an essential part of you behind.
They had a date for that weekend, a wedding - were it only theirs. It would seem he needed her more than she wanted him. But every time he was most ready to accept that, she pulled him back with a ... "Love You".... or sweet laugh about something that was theirs alone. They were becoming a "couple" rather than a series of one-night stands.
Or were they? She said she was "confused"...any outsider knows that means "goodbye" right? But he was insider and that has a different perspective - as we all know. Why can't they just say what the fuck they mean?