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Archive name: Goodbye.txt (mf)
Authors name: Damya
Story Title : "GOODBYE"

========================================================
The following story contains scenes of explicit sex.  If
you're not old enough to be here, you're not old enough
to read it.  Scram.)
================  Kristen's collection  ================
	

       They had been together for a year and a half, and
 been quite happy during that time.  They were a good
 match in most respects and were attracted to each other
 both sexually, emotionally, and intellectually.   

	But sometimes, these three things aren't enough
 to make a relationship last, no matter how much two
 people care for one another.  Sometimes distance has a
 way of changing things...

       She was a year younger than him, and his equal
 in every respect except for age. To be totally honest,
 she loved him with all her heart.   He was sweet, kind,
 cute, good with children, funny, etc. etc.  But since
 he had gone off to an out-of-state college, things had
 changed.

       Yes, her feelings for him remained the same, but
 circumstances were different.  They couldn't talk on
 the phone very often because of long-distance bills,
 he didn't come home often, and she just didn't think 
 she was high on his list of priorities anymore.  And
 to top it all of, she was so lonely.  She was beginning
 to want someone else. 

       Some say if you really love someone, you can
 tolerate anything to make it work.  In some cases
 that's true, but in others, it most definitely isn't. 
 She had always sworn to him and herself that she would
 be honest and break things off if she ever had feelings
 for another man.  Well, as much as she loved her boy-
 friend, she felt she needed someone WITH her, someone
 who could physically be there, someone who made it
 clear she was his priority.  And those were the few
 things her boyfriend COULDN'T give her.  She vowed to
 talk to him the next time they were together and set
 things straight.   Their relationship just wasn't good
 for her anymore, and she didn't think it was good for
 HIM, either.  Breaking it off would be hard-especially
 since they'd been together a year and a half...  But
 it would be the best thing for both of them, regardless
 of how painful it would be initially.  She knew there
 was a part of her that would always love him, but they
 had TRIED, and it just wasn't working anymore.  Better
 that they parted while they were still friends, rather
 than waiting until disaster struck.

       Friday came, and his parents were gone for the
 weekend.   He called her and asked if she would stay
 with him at his folks' house. She said yes unhesitat-
 ingly. 

       She picked him up from the train station.  When
 they first spotted each other, they hugged for what
 seemed an eternity.  He finally pulled back, and plac-
 ing his hands on either side of her face, he looked at
 her, memorizing her familiar features.  He was glad to
 be with her again.

       On the drive back to his house, though, he
 noticed she was unnaturally quiet.  He kept asking her
 what was wrong, but she kept answering that everything
 was just fine.  He knew she was lying, but much exper-
 ience with her had taught him there was nothing he
 could say or do to force it out of her until she was
 good and ready.  So he settled for saying nothing,
 merely stroking his hand up and down her thigh absent-
 mindedly.  

       They reached his house just as the sky was dark-
 ening into inky twilight.  He held her hand as they
 walked up the steps.  When she closed the door behind
 her, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her,
 pulling her in close to him.  Before his mouth could
 inch any nearer, she pushed him away, saying, "We need
 to talk."

       Surprised, but still unfazed, he nodded his head
 in agreement and followed her into the living room. She
 cleared her throat before settling down onto the couch.
 He sat down beside her.  She moved away a bit, his
 proximity distracting her.  He looked at her, puzzled
 and a little hurt by her odd behavior.  But still he
 waited - the ball was in her court now.

       Feeling her courage swiftly flee in the face of
 his comfortable nearness, she plunged right in.  She
 spoke haltingly, but firmly, telling him of all her
 feelings and thoughts of the recent months.  She told
 him of her loneliness, of her need for someone who
 would be there literally at her side, of her love for
 him, and her realization that they couldn't last any
 longer.  She could see by the expression on his face
 that he didn't believe her-he thought she could never,
 would never, leave him.  She tried to convince him of
 her seriousness, but though he attempted to believe
 and accept her words, she knew him far too well to be
 fooled.  She sighed, unable to think of what she
 should or could say to convince him of her seriousness.
 Well, there was nothing else she could say.  

       When he reached his hands out to draw her near
 him, she didn't resist.  And when their bodies were
 close, she kissed him, knowing this would be the last
 time she would do it.  Her mouth was warm and soft and
 hungry against his.  As always, the chemistry between
 them was strong, and the fire quickly ignited.  But
 tonight they made love, their hands and mouths and
 bodies tender and gentle.  Before she knew it, he was
 removing her clothes, one-by-one, and gazing down at
 her with that combination of warm affection and hot
 lust that always undid her.  She arched her back,
 crying out softly as his mouth closed around the peak
 of her nipple.  

	It had been so long...  Despite everything else
 that HAD changed, THIS hadn't.  Her hands threaded
 through his hair as he gently suctioned her nipples. 
 And when her small hands pushed him onto his back on
 the floor, before finding their way down to his hard-
 ened cock, he uttered not a single protest.  He throb-
 bed under her touch.  Groaning, he clasped her head to
 him as her mouth enveloped his cock in its wet warmth,
 sucking and stretching and licking him in that way only
 HER mouth did.  There would be time later to straighten
 out this nonsense about her breaking up with him.  For
 the moment, his body had missed her touch too much.
 He moaned hoarsely as she kissed his mouth and he
 tasted his own juices.  

	Finally, when neither of them could wait any
 longer, he slid into her tight, wet warmth, and began
 to thrust.  The pleasure was as sweet and unbearable
 as it had always been, and very soon, he was climaxing
 as he felt her pussy grip him in the middle of her own
 climax.   Exhausted, they pulled themselves up and
 collapsed on his old bed.  They talked and made love
 through the night, stopping to eat and shower together
 somewhere in that time.  Very early morning found the
 two lovers curled up against each other, though one
 was awake.

       She would have to leave him-there was no other
 choice...  But she loved him so much.  Salty tears
 slipped down her face and landed on his bare shoulders
 as she leaned over him, taking in the details of his 
 peaceful form.  Her lips were tender and loving as
 they lingered on his mouth.  But he remained sleepily
 impervious to her tears, and when he woke later that
 morning and found her gone, the tears had disappeared
 as well.  

       He woke slowly, lazily, throwing out an arm to
 clasp her to him.  Finding nothing, he sat up and
 looked over at her side, but she was gone.  He called
 out, checking the bathroom and the kitchen.  But she
 was gone.  Finally he understood the enormity of what
 she had tried to tell him the night before, and he
 realized it really was over.  Lonelier and emptier
 than he could recall ever having been, he sat on his
 bed, clutching the pillow she had slept on to his face,
 trying to inhale her essence.  If there had been an
 observer, he/she would have found him in the same
 position several hours later.  

			END



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