What If Stag Night Fling

From: Sassy Girl
Subject: At the Hotel
Date: April 1, 2011 10:45:22 PM EDT
To: Phil

Hiya, kid,
Here’s another story.  You can see it by going to your google “documents” folder if you’re logged in to gmail, as I’ve shared it with you.  
This one is called “1980 at the Hotel” and the timing is a bit scandalous.  Hope the premise is not too much.  If it is, just skip to “the good part.”
No idea where it came from…just poured out of my head.  
As usual, recommended for reading while alone.  
Any comments appreciated.  

1980 at the Hotel
In the restaurant

I was starving when I finished my shift at 11:15 that warm Friday night in June.  I wanted dinner in air-conditioned comfort before heading home, so I went to the restaurant next door.  I ordered a big plate of fish and chips and sat at the counter on a stool in the big window, watching the traffic go by on the highway.  There was a steady stream of customers ordering ice cream on that hot night.   Office workers dressed in business suits sat around me, mixed with construction workers in overalls of various colors, and teenagers sharing a sundae after a movie.  I picked up a section of the Knickerbocker News someone had left behind and read the headlines. 
I was almost finished eating when a big group of guys came in, a little loud and drunk.  Not an unusual occurrence.  They lined up to order ice cream, joking and shoving.  I figured out it was a bachelor party.  The groom had on a funny hat and was taking their teasing well.  They looked vaguely familiar, but I didn’t want to draw their attention by staring.  I hid behind the newspaper.
Most of them filtered outside to eat their cones, but the groom left the group and passed me on his way to the men’s room.  There was something familiar about his walk.  I was paying my bill and trying to place him when suddenly, he sat down next to me, plunking down on the stool, facing the wrong way, looking out the window.  He pulled off the silly hat, smiled and said, “Hey, Sass!”  
I took my first good look at his face, and realized it was Philip, my first boyfriend.  I had not seen him in 5 years, but time had been kind to him.  He was fit and tan, handsome as always.  My heart melted a little.  I had always had a soft spot for him, even though he told me after three weeks of dating (and after I fell madly in love with him) that he wanted to be friends.  So I never said a word about love, and we stayed friends for two years, until he left for the military and vanished from my life. 
“Hiya, kid,” I replied, chuckling. 
“Been celebrating,” he said, slurring just a bit.
“No kidding,” I answered dryly. 
“Getting married tomorrow,” he imparted.  I felt something tear inside me.  But kept smiling.  I heard he had been dating a blond girl from our high school.  
“Congratulations!” I told him, almost completely sincere.  I thought I had gotten over him awhile back.  Maybe you never get over your first love?  Anyway, I was dating a nice guy from away, been with him for almost a year. 
“Need one more kiss though,” he said.  I stared at him.   Then looked around to see if any of his pals were still there.  None of them were inside the restaurant.  But they could easily be watching from outside.  I leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.  He frowned. 
“Do it right,” he ordered quietly.  I stared at him, nodding toward the gang outside, pleading for him to stop before they could see us. 
“Did you bet them you could do this?” I asked.  He looked wounded.  
“Wouldn’t.   You know better,” he growled.  He got up and offered me his hand.  I stared at it, then at his face, trying to figure out what he wanted.
“Come away with me,” he said.  I stared some more.  “Please,” he whispered very close to my ear.  He blew on my neck.  I closed my eyes.  I had never been able to resist him, but I thought I should try.   
“You can’t disappear,” I protested.
“I can,” he insisted.  He took my hand, pulling me up off the stool and leading me down the hall toward the back exit.   I followed him out the door into the darkness behind the dumpster.

In the parking lot

He leaned against the wall, pulled me slightly off-balance so I was leaning against him, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth.  Gently at first, but then using his tongue to go deeper.  I got lost in his taste…beer…ice cream…his smell, his body… forgetting where we were and everything but his lips on mine.  He put his hand on my breast and squeezed, rubbing his thumb slowly over the nipple.  Explosions went off in my mind and lower down.  I had forgotten how electric his touch was… how quickly I could forget my own name when he was close to me.  He put his other hand up under my dress and grabbed my ass, pulling me tightly against him so I could feel how hard he was.  I put my hands around his waist and caressed the muscles of his back.  I added my tongue to his, and he moaned.  Minutes passed.   I don’t know how many. 
“There,” he said, raising his head at last.  “Like that.”  I shoved his chest a bit, thinking he would let me go now.  Not sure if that was what I wanted or not.  Felt guilty that I didn’t know.  I touched my lips with my finger.  They were buzzing.  
He took my hand again, and started walking across the parking lot toward the motel where I work.  I suddenly realized he was probably staying there… it was one of the closest places to our hometown. 
“Wait… where are you going?”  I asked, dragging my feet a bit. 
“To my room,” he said, digging in his pocket for the key as he pulled me along, “to do what we should have done years ago.”  An image of the two of us, naked, wrapped around each other in bed flashed through my mind.  It had never happened, but I had wanted it so badly for so long.  Dreamed about it before I knew what it really meant.  But not like this.  My good-girl instincts kicked in.  
“But… I can’t… wait.  You can’t.  You’re drunk…. You’re getting married tomorrow…my boyfriend…WAIT!”  I stopped moving.  He turned back and pulled my face to his and kissed me again.  He held my face and whispered firmly. 
“You can.  You want to, very badly.  I definitely can.  I am not drunk.  I’ve had exactly three beers and it takes a heck of lot more than that these days to get me sloshed, and I won’t breathe a word to your guy,” he said, covering all the points except the crucial one.
“Wedding tomorrow?” I reminded him.  The prospect of being with him was almost irresistible, but not for a one-night stand.  So not my style! 
“Better tonight than tomorrow night!  Let’s not talk about that,” he said. 
“I am not going to be your stag night fling!” I insisted.  I shrugged out of his grasp and started the other way at a brisk pace. 
“I love you and I know you love me,” he called after me.  I stopped in my tracks.  He had never said those words to me before.  He caught up with me and wrapped his arms around me from behind.  “You know I do.  You can feel it every time I touch you.  I know I’ve messed things up.  But you’re the one, Sass,” he said quietly into my ear.   He kissed my neck, moving out toward my shoulder.   I shivered.  
“Say it,” he whispered. 
“What?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“Tell me how you feel,” he said. 
“Bride?” I said, clinging to the one thing that might save me from the biggest mistake of my life. 
“Separate thing,” he said, sighing.  “I know that doesn’t make it right, but she will be a military wife and move with me, and have babies and you don’t want any of that, do you?”   Though the idea of being with him had always seemed like heaven to me, the life of a military wife held no charm at all.  He had me there.  I was almost finished with a liberal arts degree from a fancy college and had big plans for a career in business.  And a boyfriend I hoped to marry next summer.  And he was right, that seemed like another world.  I hadn’t given my boyfriend a thought when Philip was kissing me.  
I turned in his arms and hugged him.  I don’t know how long we stood there.  He gave me time to think.  Of course, I could not think with him that close to me.  But what was there to decide?  I had loved him for years, he was offering… I was going with him.  There weren’t many men I would trust to take me to their hotel room, but I had always felt safe with Philip.  I’d had bad hotel room experience early on with my current boyfriend, but Philip was definitely different from him!  I kissed him on the forehead.  He took my hand and we walked silently across the parking lot to his room on the back side of the complex.
Two guys were sitting on the sidewalk in front of his room.  I didn’t know them.  But he did.  I tugged at my hand, but he wouldn’t let go.  
“Dude!  What happened to you?” one of them piped up.  He had obviously had more than three beers.  
“Chuck, Tom… shouldn’t you guys be asleep by now?” he asked.  
“But… we thought that you, well, you wanted, um…” they trailed off, staring at the two of us.

“Changed my mind,” he stated matter-of-factly.  They exchanged glances, and got up.  They shook his hand, and he said something to them I didn’t catch and they wandered off.  He opened the door to the hotel room and motioned me inside.  
In his room 

I stared at him.  I could not believe he would risk so much, letting his friends see him with me on the doorstep of his hotel room less than 12 hours before his wedding.  
“They won’t tell,” he said. 
“What are you going to say?” I asked, standing in the doorway.  
“Nothing,” he assured me.  Knowing how well he had kept my secrets over the years, I had no doubt he meant it this time.  He went into the room, turning on a small lamp, kicking off his sneakers.  
He finally noticed that I was still standing in the doorway.  He stood looking at me and smiled.  I expected him to drag me into the room, but he just stood there.  He took off his t-shirt, flexed his muscles and kept staring at me.  I was transfixed by his gorgeous chest and beautiful shoulders.  
He started to take off his jeans, and said, “Close the door so I don’t give the whole damn parking lot a show?” he said, chuckling.  I took a step inside, closed the door and leaned against it.  He continued taking off his jeans, and stood there in his white briefs.  He had gorgeous legs, too.  He tossed off the briefs and started walking toward me, very slowly.  I had never seen him completely naked.  Looking at him did things to my insides.  Good things.  Made me want to touch him.  I smiled, and he came very close to me, but veered off into the bathroom without saying a word.  He was leaving it totally up to me.  Which it turned out was even sexier than any begging or show of force.  I heard him turn on the shower, and I walked over to see what he was doing.  
He turned toward me and held out his hand.  I took it and walked into his embrace.  He held me for a long moment, then whispered, “Scrub my back?” into my ear.  I giggled and he swatted me on the ass and turned to hop into the shower.  “I need to use the phone,” I said.
I dashed to the phone and called home.  My dad picked up.  He was usually up late, watching “The Tonight Show.”  I explained that I’d run into an old friend and was going to their place, probably stay over, don’t look for me.  Well, it was true!  Bless him – he didn’t ask who, told me to be careful and hung up.  I adore my dad.  
Philip was humming loudly while I stood there, trying to decide what to do.  My good girl brain told me to run out the door and not look back.  My heart told me to stay for as long as he’d let me.  The chance to touch him and see him smile was too much to pass up.

In the shower

I shed my clothes in record time, pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower behind him.  He handed me the soap and a wash cloth.  I dutifully soaped up his back and scrubbed it, all business.  He sighed and put a hand against the shower wall, concentrating on what I was doing.  I turned him so the water would rinse off all the lather.  Then turned him back and put my hands on his shoulders, kneading gently, massaging his muscular back.  

He sighed again as I made me way down his back, then turned and kissed me.  He grabbed my ass and pressed me the entire length of his body, wet skin on wet skin.  We fit together like pieces of a puzzle.  The kissing went on several minutes.  I can’t say how long.
He finally broke the spell and started kissing his way down my body… until he was kneeling with his hands on my ass and his mouth on my stomach.  He blew a big raspberry on my belly, and I giggled.  Then he stuck his tongue inside me and started sucking.  I thought I would collapse, but he held me upright and flicked my most sensitive spot.  I gasped and my hips started rolling toward him.  I put my fingers in his hair and pressed him even closer.  
“Oh, girl…you taste so good.  Always wanted to do this…” he sighed.  
“Yes…so good…on fire,” I told him as I started to lose my mind.  
“I want to be inside you,” he whispered.  “I wanted to take my sweet time, but I can’t wait,” he murmured.  “I want you in that bed, right now.” 
“I know…I feel it… I want you, too,” I said.  I had never said that before.  It had always seemed like it would make me sound like a whore.  But I knew Philip would understand, even appreciate knowing how I felt.  He rose and turned off the water, handed me a towel and escorted me out of the tub.  I rubbed the towel over him, and he grabbed another towel to dry me off. 
“Tell me you’re on the pill,” he said as he gently dried my chest.  I wondered for a moment what he’d do if I wasn’t, but the question was moot.  “I have condoms if you want me to use them, but I’ve been careful,” he added.  Mind reader. 
“I am on the pill, and that should do it,” I answered.  He hugged me from behind and I looked in the mirror.  I nodded my head that way and he looked as well.  What an image we made!  
In the bed

We made our way to the king size bed.  I sat on the edge, suddenly nervous.   He sat next to me.

“Second thoughts?” he asked.
“No… yes…it’s just…I want it to be good for you,” I answered.  “I’m not…I mean…you’ve probably been with a lot of women, all over the world, and I haven’t done that much.”  I didn’t tell him that the last time I was alone with a man in a hotel room, he kept me there for two days and hurt me over and over.  Because he had calmed down and I was still dating him.  And I thought that’s how men acted.  But somehow, I knew this would be different.  
“I haven’t been with anyone except my fiance,” he stated. 
“But…you’re in the military!” I joked.  
“I’m still me.  And I am only interested in you,” he confirmed.  He reached up to take down my hair.  I tried to help but he swatted my hand away.  I had braided it, then put it up in a circle around my head to keep cool.  He pulled out the pins holding it, then took off the band holding the braid, running his fingers through my long, dark hair.  It spilled all the way down my back.  It felt so good to have it set free.  He had a look of wonder on his face that made me smile.  
He pulled me down on the comforter, wrapped me in his arms and kissed me.  We were lying side-by-side.  He reached between my legs and put his finger inside me, gently testing, twisting.  I had quite a reaction to that, hips bouncing towards him…breathing a little faster.  
“You are so wet…so tight,” he sighed, kissing my shoulder.  “I have so many dreams…things I want to try, but right now I need to be inside you.  Tell me you’re ready,” he asked.  I could feel him pressing his cock against me.  Wow.  No one had ever asked me.  
“Oh, yes, do it..please do it, I want you so much, ” I moaned in his ear.  
“Tell me how you feel about me,” he asked.  “Why you’re here…” he asked, staring me right in the eyes.
“Maybe I am interested in your gorgeous body,” I sassed back, stalling.  How could I tell a guy getting married tomorrow that I loved him?  What was the point?  
“Yeah, right,” he smirked.  “How many guys have you slept with?” 
“What a question to ask me now!” I choked out.  I could barely think with him pressed up against me.  
“I just told you,” he said, very reasonably.
“Well…two,” I admitted.
“Just for their bodies?” he asked.  I pondered that.  I thought I loved them, had said so.  But this felt completely different.  My love for Philip was on a whole different level, and had been for seven years.  That made it very clear what to say.
“I love you,” I whispered in my best sexy voice.  He sighed and whispered, “I love you, too… and you’ve loved me all along, right?” he asked.  My eyes grew wide.  I thought I had hid it so well!  “It’s okay.  I have, too,” he reminded me.  “Let me show you…” 
He kissed me deeply, as he lifted one of my legs to wrap around his waist, and I felt him press up and into me.  He grabbed my ass and sunk slowly inside me.  We were still side-by-side, in a way that felt much more like us doing it, rather than him doing it to me.  He was very still for a moment, staring into my eyes, checking my reaction.  I was astonished at how gentle he was, and how perfect he felt inside me.  
“Ah…you are so tight.  So hot…. damn…,” he purred as he began to move, inching out and then quickly back in.  I gasped as he thrust deep inside.  
“This is what I dream of… at night… in my rack… with my hand on my cock… stroking… dreaming of your hand, your tits, your ass, your body and mine….” he admitted.  
“You don’t have to say that,” I told him.  
“It’s true…,” he confirmed.  “Only this…is…better,” he added, pounding each syllable inside me.
I marveled again at how we fit together.  How right it felt…how easy it was to concentrate on what he was doing.  How different it was from the others – not awkward, not hurtful.  Wow.  I held his ass in my hands, and he moved in and out, pressing me higher and higher.  
“You are so hot…so hard…it feels so right…you make me burn,” I told him. 
“Damn, girl… we are so good together,” he sighed.  His breathing began to get ragged.  He moved more quickly.  
“Oh, yeah…” I replied, unable to think much with him setting off every nerve in my body.  I clawed at his back, and started to feel something shift inside me.  My hips wouldn’t stay still…they rose to meet his thrusts.  
“Philip…I…ummmm….feel…something, oh…strange…” I panted.  I couldn’t put a sentence together.
“What?  Tell me,”  he urged, pausing for a moment in concern.
“I don’t know what… I never felt this way,” I said.  “My bones are melting…” I said, knowing that didn’t make any sense, but it was true.  He picked up the pace even faster then before.
“It’s a good thing,” he assured me.  “You feel hot… and your muscles are twitching inside and you can’t think and you feel amazing,” he listed the symptoms.  
“Yes… that’s…mmm?” I was getting hazier by the moment.
“Orgasm, darlin’…you’re coming…you know about that,” he said.  I had read about it in books, but never felt it.  How could it suddenly be happening now?  Philip picked up that this was new.  
“Damn, girl…are you telling me you haven’t… I mean… I’m making it happen for the first time?” he asked.  I nodded against his shoulder. 
“You’re…hmmmm…special….gentle…you….include me,” I struggled to explain when all the blood from my brain was elsewhere. 
“Jerks,” he whispered.  “This is the best way for both of us!” He shifted again, deeper…and I couldn’t think anymore.   
I started to tremble, and he rose and picked up my legs against his chest and pounded inside me until I was soaring… floating… and then he was still… shaking, coming, filling me .  The room seemed brighter somehow.  And he collapsed on me… breathing… resting.  I thought he had fallen asleep, but he started sucking gently on my right breast and tweaking the left with his thumb.
“Philip?” I whispered in his ear.
“Mmmm…yes…” he replied.  
“That was..how it’s supposed to be? Like you wanted?”  I asked.
“Ummmmhmmmm…yes,” he answered.  “You came… I came…you’re alright?” he asked.
“Oh, yes…I feel this…glow,” I replied.  
“That’s what is supposed to happen,” he confirmed.  
“Philip… in your dreams…what do I do next?” I asked.  
“I don’t know if I should say…” he hedged.  “It might weird you out.”
“You can say…you know you can.  I might not do it, but it does hurt to tell me,” I assured him.  He rolled us onto our sides again, but kept me close.  
I ran a finger all the way down the center of his back, then right on into the crack of his ass.  He jumped and squealed a little, but calmed down saying, “Oh, yea… mmmm…”  I reached further down and under to touched his balls, and he moaned soft and low.  I could feel him getting hard again, still deep inside me. 
“Stick your finger in my ass,“ he said. I licked my pinkie and twisted it inside his ass, and he shook.  I moved it in and out very slowly, and he moaned.  He started moving inside me to the same beat.  
“Damn, girl.  I love it when you do that,” he sighed.  “You have changed, grown up,” he whispered in wonder, panting slightly.  “And I like it… a lot,” he said.  
“Mmm…yes…learned a bit,” I teased him, pressing further inside him.  He pressed further inside me and I began to see stars.  There was something so simple about part of me inside him while he was inside me.  It made every moment more intense.  I thought I could not feel any more pleasure, but it got better and better.  I felt like I was adventuring in uncharted territory…and it set me off in a new way…hotter, higher…wow.  I began to feel a pulsing inside him…and he stopped moving.  He came inside me again… spurting over and over and making the most amazing noises.  I was pretty vocal myself, shuddering and shaking…wow.  I lay there thinking it would never be better than this.  But then I thought…it could be.  You never know what the two of us can come up with!  
We collapsed next to other and stared into each other’s eyes.  Smiling.  Stunned.  Satisfied.  
“Sass?  You okay?” he asked.
“Oh, yes…maybe the best I’ve ever been,” I sighed.
“Is there something you’d like me to do?  Something you wanted to try?”  he asked.  Wow… equal time…asking me what I want…what a concept. 
“I want you to mark me,” I said, a little shyly.  “I want to feel your mouth on my body, and be able to look in the mirror and know that your mouth was on me…and remember…” I admitted. 
“Any place in particular?” he asked.  
“Hmmmm…. any place under my clothes,” I answered, since neck hickeys were so tacky and a bit hard to explain.  
“What about your boyfriend?” he asked.  A good point.
“He’s away for awhile,” I explained. 
“Ah…” he said, moving closer again.  He kissed me deeply.  I will never get tired of that.  Then he moved lower, kissing his way down my neck, across my shoulder, out to my elbow…which I had not previously considered a sexy area but damn it he didn’t make it tingle!  Then he crossed over to my breast and latched on to my right nipple like a starving infant.  My toes curled and my hips popped off the bed as he sucked on me.  Then he bit me gently and my head started to thrash.  I had never felt like this…I felt wave after wave of heat pour through me, from my chest to deep inside me.  I had thought about what this might feel like, maybe it would hurt?  But my fantasies paled in comparison to reality.  It made me want to…want to…freeze this moment.  I tried to take in every sound he made, every nerve he was setting off… the smell of sex and cleaning fluids in the room….the sight of his head… the feel of his hair, and etch it in my memory.  
He looked up and touched the spot gently, saying, “There… that ought to last a good long while…” in that triumphantly male way of a man claiming his territory.  I was so hot…I felt branded.  And I liked it.  He rested his head on my belly.  
“Hmmmm….thank you,” was all I could manage to say in the afterglow.  
“You came again, didn’t you?  Just from my mouth on your tit?” he asked.  
“Yes, indeed,” I confirmed.  “You have quite an effect on me.” 
“Good,” he chuckled. 
As my brain started to function again, I added, “Do you need to sleep?”  
“No…not at all.  I need you, again,” he said.  He moved very fast, rolling me over onto my stomach, lifting my hips off the bed and entering me from behind on one quick move.  I had always thought of this position as rather cold…no eye contact, no way for me to touch him with my hands.  But he made it incredibly hot…the sound of his body slamming into mine, the depth he could reach…I slammed back against him and the noises that escaped my throat made it clear this was a very good idea.  I started to come again almost immediately.  He felt it and moved faster.  I spiraled higher and higher.  He stopped and filled me, pulling my hips and twisting in spasm after spasm.   He lay down beside me, and I rolled toward him, putting my head on his chest and rubbing his shoulder. 
“Oh…that was…you are…I am…. so stunned at what you will let me do,” he marveled.  “And how you much enjoy it, too,” he added, a bit incredulous.  “You shake all over when you come…it is very sexy.”  
“You make it magic, make things I thought were bad…incredible,” I said, wondering if he understood just how rare that was.  “I don’t…. I mean I’ve never felt like this with anyone,” I said, not really understanding but trying to explain.  “It’s…chemistry.” 
“I know… it’s…special,” he added, closing his eyes for a moment.  
“Tell me something else to try,” I asked.  He didn’t speak, but moved over me and turned, presenting me a lovely view of his ass, balls and cock from an angle I had never seen.  His face was at the level of my mid-section.  He put his finger inside me and began to stroke in and out. I let the pleasure pour through me briefly, then started to work on him.  I used my hand to separate his cheeks, then used my tongue to lick my way from the top of his ass to the center.  He gasped… I waited for a few seconds, teasing… then stuck my tongue inside him.  He squealed and twisted his hips.  I made little circles around the outside, then dove again.  He shoved two fingers inside me.  I thought I could not concentrate on two things at once, but I was wrong.  My brain seemed to expand as I focused on him while enjoying what he was doing.  
I squeezed his balls just a bit and then pulled them into my mouth.  I sucked gently.  He moaned so sweetly.  My hips pressed upward toward his fingers and I shifted up the bed a bit until my mouth could take in his cock.  I pumped it slowly, and stopped.  He moaned again.  I started anew, and then sucked him into my mouth.  He gasped.  
“I never…mmmm…thought…you would…oh…” he panted.  “I always wanted you to touch me,” he admitted.  It was lovely to hear him so happy.  I wondered if he understood what it meant for me to do this.  I had never done anything like it.  He twisted his fingers to a new and even more devastating position inside me, and I sucked him further down my throat until his balls were at my nose.  I breathed heavily on them.  I started to taste the sweet, thick liquid from the tip.  I had never done that before…it was easy to swallow it.  
“So good… hot…hmmm… but you should…stop…now…I can’t hold back much longer…” he warned me, losing his voice as I grabbed his ass and squeezed, and sucked him even harder, trying to make clear there was no stopping, that I wanted it all.  He used his fingers to make me soar.  I was trembling and pulsing inside. 
“You… I am going to come…understand?” he asked.  I squeezed his ass again and he started to tremble…and I could feel him pulsing and then my mouth was filled with his sweet juices.  I swallowed twice, gulping and savoring his gift to me.  He pulled out quickly and sprayed the remainder down my body, then flipped around to lick it off my breasts and belly.  He rested for a moment, panting and shaking his head a bit in wonder.  Then he popped up and started kissing me, tasting himself in my mouth.  He lay next to me again, resting his head of my shoulder and drawing little pattern on my breast, pressing a leg between mine.  
“I love it when you show me what you want,” I told him.  
“You…I have always wanted to do that, and it was hotter than my dreams,” he told me.
“It’s really stunning when you are doing something inside me and I have you in my mouth,” I said.  
“Oh yeah,” he concurred.  “I feel like you love me,” he whispered in awe.  “I always thought that, from how you react when I touch you…how much you let me do.”
“That’s the message, “ I stroked his hair.  
“Do you get it, now?  I love you, Sass,” he said.  I thought I would melt and pour off the bed into a puddle.  
“Yes…that’s what it feels like,” I confirmed.  “Just when I think I can’t possibly love you more, it gets more intense…fierce,” I whispered. 
His breathing started to get more regular and I assumed he was falling asleep.  I fought the urge to nod off.  I stroked down his back.  I focused on each point where our bodies touched, trying to store up memories.  I had the distinct feeling this would be the most amazing night of my life.  Scandalous, sexy, fun and poignant…I started to get all emotional and had to shut it out.  I could think about all that tomorrow or next week.  I wasn’t going to make sense of it all right now…and maybe never.  
Philip surprised me…he wasn’t asleep.  He moved up to kiss me…gently pressing his lips on mine, nibbling my lower lip.  I grabbed his cock, shifted my hips and pressed him inside me.  Here we were at last in the traditional position.  He moved slowly in and out with his tongue, then matched the action lower down.  I pressed his ass and moved my hips.  I raked my nails gently up his back.  I moaned softly into his mouth.  He moved a little faster.  He suddenly shifted and rolled me up until I was on top of him.  He pushed me up so I was riding him, with his hands on my hips, his hips bucking underneath me.  I began to wonder if we were going to break some world record for number of different positions in one night.  
“Ride me,” he moaned, slipping his finger into the top of my slit to flick my most sensitive spot.  Now that was a great idea!  It drove me crazy and I drove down on him, rising up and down.  It was amazing to be in control.  I arched my back to take him deeper inside.  He shoved up and stayed up.  I slammed down on him and leaned over, my long hair forming a curtain to close out the world.  He came violently, shuddering all over.  My insides clenched around him and I felt the heat pour through me yet again.  Definitely a personal record for me.  I collapsed on top of him.  
“I am so glad I ran into you…listened to you…went with you,” I told him, rolling over to lie next to him and stare at the ceiling.  He reached for my hand.  
“I glad.  But you didn’t run into me,” he said.  “I brought the gang to stay here on purpose, knew you worked here…I’ve been looking for you, waiting, hoping for a chance…” he admitted.
“What?” I asked, not believing.
“You heard me,” he said.  “I’ve been thinking of you for years…trying to find a moment,” he said.   He squeezed my hand.  My mind could not take it all in.  I thought about what idiots we were…him pining for me, me loving him with every fiber of my being and hiding it.  Oh, boy.  Him getting married in a matter of hours.  
“I should go,” I offered.  
“No,” he stated firmly.
“You don’t want me here when they come to get you,” I pointed out.
“I want you here every possible second and you can stay after I go if you want,” he said.  “I’m even trying to figure out how to get to you again during the reception,” he added.
“Philip!” I was touched, but horrified at that last bit.  
“I know…that was crass.  But I was thinking it,” he shrugged.  
“Philip…I am supposed to go out of town tomorrow.  I want you to get married and be happy and stop thinking about me.  You’ll be happier that way,” I said, though it hurt like mad.  
“Wow… you do love me,” he marveled, squeezing my hand.  “I can’t just turn it off…you know better than that.”  I rolled over, half onto his chest, so I could look him in the eye.  
“Yup.  But I also want to make it clear… since we can’t seem to tell each other how we feel at the right times.  I am not asking you for anything, but if you ever get to the point you want to see me again, I want you to find me and tell me.  I’m going to try to go on with my life – graduate, get a job, maybe get married… but I don’t want anything you hear about that to make you think I don’t want to see you.  Find me and tell me you want me, and let us work it out then, okay?”  I tried to make it very simple and clear.
“But what if you’re married and I’m still married, and I just want to fuck you,” he said, putting it crudely.  
“Please don’t get into what ifs.  Maybe I’ll need a good screw by then, too!” He chuckled at that.
“Even if you’re married?” he asked. 
“I don’t know… but I love you now.  And you’re getting married tomorrow and I can’t keep from touching you.  And I don’t think that’s going to change.  Find me, invite me out to dinner… we’ll eat, we’ll talk… and we’ll see….” I said.
“That seems reasonable,” he said.  “But what if you want me?” he asked.
“If it were up to me, you’d get on the phone right now, call off the wedding and I would never let you out of my sight again,” I told him fiercely.  “Not a likely scenario, right?”  
“Well…no.  You know that’s not going to work.  For you or me,” he pointed out.
“True.  So be happy.  But don’t forget what I said.  Promise me that one thing,” I asked.
“I promise,” he said.  He pulled me up so he could kiss me.  We kissed deeply for a long time.  I can’t say how long.  He rolled me over and pressed me into the bed, shifting his hips over mine. 
“Are you sore?” he asked.  I smiled at his considerateness.  He was a gentleman like no other.  
“A little, but don’t stop,” I replied.  He put my hand on his cock, and I stroked him, then circled him and pumped him.  I could not believe he was still hard and raring to go again.  I ran my fingers under the tip and found a spot to press.  He moaned.  I shifted my hips and pressed him inside me.  He looked a little surprised, but smiled and closed his eyes and started to move slowly, in and out.  He pressed deeper and was still.
“I don’t want to hurt you there,” he said, starting to move away.  “We can play other ways,” he pointed out. 
I grabbed his ass and held him in place.  He twitched inside me.  “Fuck me, Philip,” I whispered.  He growled in my ear.  His cock jumped inside me.  My hips bounced up to meet his.  And we were off again.  
“I love it when you talk dirty to me.  Is it alright if I use some rougher words?” he asked.  
“Try it,” I winked at him. 
“I want to pound your pussy so hard that you crack in half,” he whispered.  
“I want your cock so far inside me, you can feel my back teeth with it,” I replied, without any idea where that phrase came from.  Who was this foul-mouthed woman?  Hee!  
“My pleasure,” he growled and started to go wild again.  He kissed me, sitting up and pulling me up into a kneeling position with my knees on either side of his hips.  He held my hips and bounced me in the air with every stroke inside me, our chests sliding past each other.  Wow…wow…wow…
I shuddered and arched back, which drove him even deeper.  We both came very quickly.  We collapsed again, lying next to each other, holding hands.  
“Damn it, girl.  You are the most passionate….we…I..mmm…..” he was lost in some fugue of pleasure.
“Yes, I know,” I agreed. 
“I don’t think I will ever stop wanting you,” he told me.  I rolled over on to his chest and played with his nipple.  I listened to his heart beating.  He rubbed my back.  It was so comfortable.  
He grabbed my hand and pulled me upright.  “Let’s take another shower,” he invited.  
“Okay… sounds good,” I said.  I walked that way and turned to catch him staring at my back side.
Back in the bathroom 

“I’ve always had a thing for your ass,” he said, chuckling and grabbing it again.  I twisted out of his grasp and ran to the bathroom.  I sat on the toilet and heeded nature’s call while he started the shower.  I marveled at how I felt completely comfortable naked, in the bathroom, taking care of something so private…no idea why.  Was that part of what really loving someone was about?  
We got into the shower again and he pulled me into his embrace under the water.  He took the soap and washed me all over, getting me clean and completely revved up again in the process, paying attention to my tits, my ass, my legs…mmmm. He handed the bar to me and I returned the favor, making sure to spend time all over his body and then finish with his beautiful manhood. We rinsed each other off.  He pressed me against the shower wall and kissed me.  I stored up each touch, each sound and smell to take out later to cherish.  We carried on that way for a very long time.  I can’t tell you how long.   
We finally climbed out of the tub and toweled each other off.  He shaved while I watched.  He used the razor to cut a few strands of my hair and put them in his wallet behind a piece of paper.  I looked at it, and realized it was a photo of us dancing from his yearbook.

“How long have you been carrying that?” I asked, astonished.

“Ummm?  Ah… hmmm… five years,” he admitted sheepishly.  It boggled my mind.


I sat on the bed and watched as he dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, packed up all his stuff and pulled a tux bag out of the closet, draping it over the chair.  He put his watch on.  

“There, that should do it,” he said.  He sat down next to me and kissed me again, fondling my breast.  I stroked his back slowly.  
“I love you so much, girl,” he said.  “It won’t be long now. Tom is picking me up.”
“I love you,” I replied.  I thought I’d be bawling my eyes out by now, but he made me so happy, I was saved from that indignity.  “Don’t forget what I said,” I reminded him.
“Got it,” he said. “Just because you don’t hear from me, don’t think it means I’m not thinking about you,” he added.  
I got up to gather all my clothes, and straightened up the bed a bit, so it looked like only one side had been slept in.  I went in the bathroom to get dressed and tie back my hair.  
There was a firm knock on the door.  I gently closed the bathroom door and turned off the light.  And held my breath.
I could hear Philip chatting with someone outside, gathering his stuff.  And then it was quiet.  I waited to hear the door click, but it didn’t happen.  About two minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened and he folded me into his arms and kissed me deeply and desperately.  He looked into my eyes.  He smiled.  “Thank you for making my dreams come true,” he whispered. “For showing me what it can be like,” he added.  He held me so tightly.  
“Be happy,” I told him.
“Will you be okay?” he asked.  
“Yes.  Go!”  I shoved him away. 
We smiled.  He swatted me on the ass, and was gone.  The door shut firmly this time.   
I turned to smile into the mirror.  And closed my eyes.  I ran over every moment of the evening.  There would be a lot to write in my journal.  I got dressed and drove home in the dawning light to start living the rest of my life, smiling as I had never smiled before.  Wondering if I would ever see him again.  Knowing I had just had the best night of my life.  I was 20 years old, but if I lived to be 100 there would never be another night like this one.  Love certainly is strange and wonderful!  I knew that if he ever returned, even if I was married, I would give him whatever he asked for.  It would take me a long time to make sense of all that happened, but I can’t tell you how long.  

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