For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her(MF, Rom, Slow,True)

Authors Note: This story is very different from the others that I have written. It is a true story, and as such was much harder for me to write than the fictional stuff I normally write. Emily is out there somewhere, and I hope she reads this, and thinks of me and smiles. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

The country side flew by in blur as I sped down the back roads of Eastern Oregon. I was alternating between speeding up and slowing down, torn between rushing to get there, and the fear of what would happen when I did. I felt like a teenager, going on his first date. My stomach was doing flips. For the first time in 11 years, I was going to meet a girl...

My 10 year marriage had been coming apart for a few years. Too much anger, too much jealousy, and in the end, too much apathy. Still, when things finally fell apart that summer, I was surprised. Deep down I knew it was coming. Hell, I even knew it was the right thing, but I still tried to stop it. In the end it didn’t matter, every thing I tried just made things worse. Needless to say, I was a little battered and bruised when we reached the end.

I had met Emily in a chatroom that June. We hit it off right away. She was so different from anyone I knew. So full of life, like a wide-eyed child, so open, so honest, so sexual. As the weeks went by our chats, and our phone conversations became more frequent, and more intimate. We talked about meeting, but I thought it was just that-talk, and I didn’t take it very seriously. I mean, what could a girl like that possibly want with me?

When my marriage broke apart, I decided to leave the small town I had been living in and started looking for a new town to live in. After a trip to Boulder, Co. I turned my eyes towards Lake Tahoe. I drove up there for the week, looking for a place to live, and a place to work. Emily, by coincidence was in Bend that week, reducing the normally 1,200 mile distance between us down to a slightly more reasonable 500 miles. She asked me to come see her.

I spent Friday night with a friend in Lake Tahoe. He kept asking me why I hadn’t left yet, what the hell was I doing there. He told me I was being stupid, here’s this hot girl, who, for whatever reason, wants to hook up with you, what the hell was I doing in Tahoe? How could I explain to him that I was nervous, that I was scared? That I hadn’t been with anyone other than my wife in 11 years? That over the years she had beat most of the self confidence out of me. That deep down on some level I thought the whole thing was some sick joke? Around noon on Saturday the phone rang. It was Emily. She was disappointed that I had not left yet. That settled it for me-the sound of honest disappointment in voice. This girl really did want to see me.

So there I was, driving through Eastern Oregon, still unsure of how I felt. Finally I told myself I was being ridiculous, and I pushed the pedal down, rushing towards Bend and the girl who waited for me there.

I arrived in Bend a little after 8:30, checked into my hotel and took a quick shower. I went to the market across the street and bought a bottle of wine and two glasses, and one red rose. I put the wine on the fridge, and laid the rose across the pillows. Then I got back in my car, and headed over to where I was to meet Emily. Pulling into the parking lot, I saw her walking towards my car with a big grin on her face. I got out of my car, shaking a little. Emily hugged me tight and said hello. I pulled her closer, pressing her against me, holding her in my arms. We finally pulled apart and walked over to a low deck, and sat on the steps. We talked for awhile, just making chit chat. She got a bottle of wine and we shared it. She had a way of making me feel comfortable.

We walked around a bit. Behind a trailer I grabbed her, spinning her around. I pulled her to me, and bending over, I kissed her for the first time. My tongue slipped between her lips, tasting the wine, and the cigarette she had smoked. I broke the kiss and stepped back, looking down at her face. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right. I leaned over and kissed her again, harder this time, my hands caressing her back.

We walked to my car, and drove for a late dinner. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, and had a hard time keeping my hands off her as well. She had a cute way of ordering, like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally. I was smitten, and was no longer hungry-I just wanted to get back to the hotel and get this girl into bed. I thought the waitress knew, too. She kept giving us these weird looks.

We finally got back to my room. I poured her a glass of wine, and we sat on the bed, talking and sipping the wine. Pushing her back on the bed I leaned over to kiss her. I grabbed the rose, and held it to her face, letting her smell it. I rubbed it against her cheek, tracing a line under her jaw, teasing her with the silky feel of the petals against her skin. I sat her up, and pulled off her shirt, and removed her bra, and then laid her back down. Again taking the rose, I slid it down her chest, moving it in circles around her breasts, teasing her, getting close, but never quite touching her hard nipples. Her breathing was becoming more rapid. Finally I brushed the rose across one of her nipples, and she let out a low moan. Keeping the rose on one, I leaned over to the other, and flicked it with my tongue and then sucked it into my mouth, gently catching it between my teeth, bringing another moan to Emily’s lips.

Releasing her nipple, I lightly slid the rose further down her body, playing with her belly button. Wherever the rose went, my mouth followed, kissing lightly, gently biting, causing Emily to gasp and moan. I trailed the rose up her inner thigh, to right where it meets the pelvis, then jumped over, and down her other side. And back. Again. Getting closer and closer to her now wet pussy, but never quite touching it. Suddenly, I ran the rose up the length of her slit, from the bottom, up passed her hard button. I rubbed her clit with the rose, as I kissed my way up her thigh, retracing with my lips the path taken by the flower.

Putting the rose aside, I kissed her pussy gently with my lips. Sticking out my tongue, I licked the length of her wet slit, tasting her. And back again. And again. Her ass was now coming up off the bed, as she thrust up to meet my tongue. I pushed my tongue up inside her, licking her from the inside. I swirled it all around inside her hole, and then started flicking it in and out, bringing her ever closer to orgasm. Moving up slightly, I started licking all around her hard clit, teasing it with my tongue. I sucked it into my mouth, trapped it between my teeth, and attacked it with my tongue. Emily’s body began to shake, and with a loud moan, she started cumming. I kept on licking until she finally came down a little, then I shoved my tongue back inside of her, licking up all her juices, and at the same time, quickly bringing her to a second orgasm.

I kissed my way back up her body, finally ending at her mouth. I kissed her deeply, our lips parting, tongues searching each other out, allowing her to taste herself on my lips, and on my tongue. My body was on top of hers, and I felt her breasts and her hard nipples pressing against me. I kissed her cheeks, her neck, her lips. She rolled me off of her, and pushed me down onto my back. She lay on her side, her face over mine, and started kissing me. She pulled my shirt over my head, and then slid my pants and underwear off. She slid down my body, and started kissing and licking my cock. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing me. She took my balls in her hand, rolling them gently, and dipped her mouth down onto my cock. I let out a low moan. She started to bob up and down on my cock, rubbing her tongue under the ridge of the head. My cock was rock hard and I was having a hard time holding back. Her mouth was like magic.

Not being able to take much more, I rolled her off of me, onto her back. Climbing on top of her I held myself above her, my hard cock pressed against her. I thrust forward sliding up inside her. She was warm and tight. I held there for a moment, trying to calm down, not wanting to cum just yet. After a bit, I started to slowly slide in and out, pulling out until just the very tip was inside of her, and then easing all the way back in. She felt like a glove around me-tight and silky smooth. I started to pick up speed, moving faster, with more urgency. Her butt was coming off the bed now, moving up to meet me with each stroke, her breath coming faster now, low moans escaping her lips.

I wanted to hold out, wanting it to last, so I pulled out of her, and rolled over onto my back next to her on the bed. I grabbed her and rolled her over on top of me. She sat up, and lowered herself down, taking me entirely inside her. I reached up and pulled her face down to mine, kissing her deeply, as she slowly rocked back and forth on top of me. Lifting her slightly, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, causing her to moan again. Then, grabbing her ass, I lifted her until just the very tip was inside her, holding her there, teasing us both. Moving my hands to her hips, I slammed her down, pushing all the way up inside her. I started slamming her back and forth, unable to hold back any longer. I felt my cock bulge inside her, and with a moan I started cumming, shooting spurt after spurt deep inside her pussy. She most have felt it too, because she joined me with an orgasm of her own.

She pulled off and collapsed down next to me, snuggling up against me, my arm around her, her head on my chest. She giggled, sounding like such a cute little girl. It felt so right to hold her there in my arms, feeling her pressed against me. We talked for awhile, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

We spent the rest of the weekend together, and it was wonderful-a long car drive where the conversation just flowed, a stop at Dairy Queen in the rain, a hotel room with a jacuzzi tub overlooking the river, with the lights of the city on the other side. Leaving her on Monday morning was much harder than I ever imagined.

I only saw her for one weekend after that. She moved farther away, and we drifted apart. We live in different worlds, and lead very different lives, and I guess deep down I knew we would never really be together. We kept in touch for awhile, but mistakes were made, and I did something that she just cannot forgive me for. We no longer talk., but I still think of Emily every day, and I will never forget how she changed my life. Emily, wherever you are, I’m sorry. I miss you and I love you.