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   Romance, slow, MF If you are under 18, don't read any further etc etc.
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   I was at a fairly low ebb.  I had just been through a fairly traumatic
split with someone who was very special to me and my positive thinking was
letting me down in a big way.  In an effort to give myself a distraction, I
went out and paraded myself in a local club.  Success - I was talking to a
woman.  Ok, so it wasn't Janet, my recent partner for a brief and
passionate period, but it was a woman and a good looking one at that.  Not
only was she good looking but she was interested in me.  I didn't have a
lot of confidence at this time, so to have someone come on to me was a
boost.  We talked about trivia.  I can't remember what we spoke about
because it wasn't important until she stepped up the conversation a little.
Music was playing quietly in the background and masked our words, so we
could have a private conversation but we didn't need to raise our voice to
hear each other.

   "Married?" she asked.  "Separated." I said, "What about you?".  I found
that she was divorced and happily single but keeping an eye open for the
right man.  She was quite happy to collect a few wrong men on the way, so
it was looking good right about now until she got to the crunch question
"so, is there anyone special who has your heart?".  She paused and waited
for me to say that she was the most special person at the time, or
something like that.  And as I opened my mouth, that was what I intended to
say.  What came out was "Actually, there is a woman called Janet, who is
very important to me even though she isn't with me.  We had a very brief
affair and I hope that one day, we might be able to try again.  She is the
best thing that ever happened to me." I leant back, stunned that I had said
out loud what was going through my mind every day and waited for her
reaction.  She smiled, told me that I should probably keep waiting and with
a peck on the cheek, she left.

   So that didn't go as well as I might have hoped.  She was a good looking
woman.  She wouldn't have a problem finding another man for the night and I
was actually a little relieved that I wouldn't have to perform with her
that night.  Whatever I told myself, Janet had a huge effect on my life.  I
knew that I had to move on, but I really didn't feel inclined to make the
effort.  It was perhaps easier to wallow in self pity and reflection of
recent times than to find new interests and activities.  Besides, Janet was
still calling me once in a while.  It was just often enough to keep her
voice fresh in my mind and thoughts of her above most others.  Just as they
began to subside and allow new thoughts in, the phone would ring and her
name would appear in the display.  I should have had the strength to ignore
it, but I didn't and if I'm honest, I liked to hear from her.  It keeps my
hope alive to have her call me every few days or so.  It's not doing me any
good mind you, but it is nice to know that she hasn't forgotten me.  And
that's how life was progressing for a while until I met Marion.

   Marion was ordinary.  She was stunningly ordinary.  There was no feature
that would make her stand out.  She wasn't bad looking but she wasn't good
looking either.  She was a little overweight, but most people are, so she
wasn't noticeably large compared to others.  She was divorced two years
back and still had moments of sadness thinking of the marriage.  Her
husband walked out on her on their wedding anniversary.  I can't think of a
more rotten way to end a marriage, but that's what he did.  She didn't
dwell on it, but it was obvious that she found it painful to talk about. 
My own marriage failed because the love that was once there had gone stale
and simply died away to nothing.  There was no passion left in the marriage
and there was no trauma in ending it..  Janet came after the marriage was
over and she was a whole new ball game of course.  But she wasn't a wife or
anywhere near to being a long term partner so I couldn't say to Marion that
I understood what she was going through.  This all came a bit later though.


   It started off with a chance meeting and Marion complained that her
computer was playing up.  I offered to take a look and she accepted and
gave me her address.  I arrived the following day and looked at the
computer while Marion made coffee for me.  I had the problem fixed in a few
minutes and we talked while I had the coffee.  We got on well and Marion
was, well, nice.  No pressure, just bland conversation that didn't
challenge me and didn't touch on other people in my life.  No hard
questions - just nice.  By the time I left, I had a phone number and I
found myself calling a few days later.  And so, a friendship developed
between us.  She told me of her split with her husband.  How he told her on
their anniversary that he had found someone else.  And so told me how she
felt when he left, how she coped with life by herself and two young boys to
look after.  She told me how angry she still felt that he could do what he
did.  I sympathised and I hoped that I wouldn't be spoken of in that say by
my wife to people she met.  I never mentioned my past other than to give
Marion the briefest of facts.  The friendship continued to grow, bit by
bit. Other men in her life hadn't become important to her and didn't seem
to make a commitment to her, so if I wanted to visit, there was no reason
why she would refuse.  I had never met her kids though - she didn't need
them to meet a string of men, so I would only visit when they stayed with
their father each weekend.

   One evening, I took her for a meal at a local Indian restaurant.  We
drove back to her house and I naturally strolled into the house for a
coffee.  She didn't ask and I didn't wait for the invitation.  She went to
the kitchen and made coffee while I leant against the doorway and chatted
while she fussed over the coffee machine, the cups, and milk.  A few
minutes later, we were sat on the settee together, not touching but close.
It was late and the temperature was dropping.  I was wondering how long we
would stay there.  I had an early start for work in the morning and I had a
20 minute drive home.  She shivered briefly and without a thought, I lifted
my arm over her head and it came to rest across her shoulders.  She slid
across to me and leant her head on my shoulder and we carried on talking.
She asked almost the same question as I got in the club a week or two
earlier "Is there someone important to you?" This time, there was no
expectation of a particular reply.  The question was really meant to be
answered.  So I told Marion about Janet, about what she meant to me, how we
met, how she walked away after a two week passionate affair and how I felt
that I had a big part of my life missing.  Marion muttered a few
sympathetic words and told me the she wished she could fix it for me.  And
then she kissed me.  "I'm sorry" was all she said.  And she simply pressed
a little closer and smiled at me.  Suddenly, I knew that it would be OK to
let down my guard with Marion.  No pressure.  Nothing had changed but
somehow, things were different.  We held each other closer and she said "I
know I will never replace Janet for you but it's nice to have a friend,
don't you think?".

   My arms moved from her waist until I felt the swell of her breasts.  She
sighed and I slid my hands just a little further up.  Another murmur and I
covered them with my hands.  I was rewarded with a tiny shudder.  I didn't
rush anything.  I didn't want to spoil this moment and I didn't feel the
need to go any further for a while.  Bit by bit, I found my hands on here
bare skin and her blouse and bra were on the floor.  She slowly removed my
shirt, touching my chest, my nipples and arms with her finger tips while
she undressed me.  This is the time I should be saying that the experience
was like nothing ever before but I can't.  It was lovely and it was a real
turn on but more than anything it was something intimate that we were
sharing and it felt right for the moment.  She became a little braver and
moved her hand to the top of my trousers.  It found the outline of my dick
and she traced her fingers up and down the length of it.  Now is the time I
should be announcing the extraordinary length of my tool, but let's face
it, the women that are reading this won't believe me anyway, and the men,
well, they really don't care, so I'll just say that it's a good size that
fits me well.  Anyway, Marion touched it, removed the rest of my clothes,
felt it properly and didn't tell me how big I was, just sighed once again.
As I extracted myself from her arms and reached my hands to her waist, she
lifted her hips and let me slide the rest of her clothes down her legs.  So
there we were, both naked and exploring each other with our hands and it
felt so right.

   After a time, I moved in front of her while she laid back on the settee.
My dick touched her pussy lips and once again we caressed each other while
I knelt there.  Marion was incredibly wet.  I had never known a woman who
almost ran with juices the way Marion does.  After a minute or two, I
pushed gently and slide into her.  Slowly I pulled out and back in as we
felt each other.  Long strokes followed small movements as we became
accustomed to each other and the way we felt with me inside her.  Nothing
was said.  We didn't feel the need to speak and it wasn't the time to tell
each other what we liked or didn't like.  It was a gentle time to enjoy
each other and share each other.  There would be opportunity another time
to teach each other how to pleasure ourselves.  For now, we both wanted a
special and intimate moment to continue for a while.  In the quiet of the
night, we kissed each other, felt each other and from the settee, we slid
to the floor where Marion climbed on top of me.  She carried on moving on
top of me and her juices flowed out of her and onto me.  It was after an
hour or two that we both found ourselves spent.  Marion told me to go
upstairs to her bedroom with her.  We got into bed where we held each
other. The first glimmer of daylight was coming in through the curtains as
we fell asleep in each others arms.

   And now, a few weeks later?  We are still friends and I don't think that
will change.  We will not become a couple because there is too much that
separates us.  But to remain friends and share lovemaking like that first
time will suit us both very well.


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