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CHAPTER – 8: Second Chances
I rushed in through the door, and saw her disappear behind the closing elevator doors. I walked to the elevators and waited for what felt like ages before the doors opened again. Stepping inside, I pressed the floor number. A minute or so later, I heard the chimes announce my arrival and the doors slid open.
Standing in front of her door, I was still thinking about what to say, but having no idea what made her react the way she did, I gave up and knocked. Getting no answer, I decided to go to my room, and try the interconnecting door between our rooms. When I checked the door, I found it unlocked, so after knocking on it, I opened it and stepped inside.
She was standing in front of the window, half turned away from me, smoking a cigarette. She looked dangerously calm, and for a moment I wondered if I would leave the room alive. Exhaling the smoke, she turned to face me, her eyes blazing with cold fury. If I hadn’t been expecting something like that, I would have stepped back. Still, it wasn’t easy to face, especially coming from her.
“You have some nerve, showing your face here,” she said with an ice cold tone.
“I didn’t understand... or like what happened there,” I replied, trying to keep calm.
She put out her cigarette in the ashtray that was on the window sill. Turning back, she made her way to me, fixing me to the spot with fire in her eyes, “And why the hell not?”
“Dana, I didn’t want to hurt you. I don’t know what I did to—” I started, but before I could say another word, she cut me off.
“You, don’t know?... YOU DON’T KNOW!” she shouted, her voice rising dangerously. I didn’t dare interrupt her, hoping she’d calm down on her own, but I would have been lying if I didn’t think of retreating to my room to let her cool off. She took a deep breath, but she was far from calm.
Pointing her finger at me, she said, “You talk about love, but you don’t know what love is.” She waited to see if I’d respond, but I wanted to hear where she was going with this. Interrupting her at this moment would have been futile.
“You said you loved me. You said you didn’t want to hurt me. Well, Mitchell, you did hurt me.” Fixing her steely eyes on mine, she said, “Did you ever stop and ask what I wanted? Did you ever ask if I wanted you to... to let me go?”
I didn’t. Nope. I just rushed in trying to protect you. Even when you hinted at your wishes, did I listen to you? No.
“No, I did not. I didn’t even consider your wishes,” I replied as evenly as I could, but cringing inside at the realization of how fucked up that was... how badly I had screwed up.
“You think that’s what love is, what lovers do?” she asked.
It was rhetorical.
“Weren’t you the one who said love is too precious to throw away?” she insisted, her eyes glittering with hurt and anger.
I said that, didn’t I? Why did I try to throw it all away?
Because you were falling in love with her. When you were together, it felt like returning home. You wanted the second chance for happiness, and felt guilty wanting it.
“You know what hurt the most... Mitchell? Do you know how I felt walking back to the hotel? After sitting at the table with you, having breakfast, feeling your come drip into my panties... and enjoying the feeling?”
At her words, a look of horror passed my eyes. Seeing my reaction, she said, “I didn’t say that to make you feel guilty, but I will not even try to deny how bad I felt.”
“I am sorry, Dana. I really am. I have no excuse. I know no apology can make it right.”
“I know you didn’t mean it. I know you love me, and you were trying to protect me, but I don’t understand why you would do what you did... the way you did, Mitchell? Decide on something for both of us. If you love somebody, you share everything with them. The good and the bad.”
“I didn’t want to be a burden or another bastard in your life, but I wanted you. I felt guilty wanting you so selfishly. You made me happy, and I was bound to make you unhappy.”
“You are forgetting something, Mitchell. I’m not fragile. I would like to make my own choices, as I did this morning when I made love with you,” she replied, her voice softer but carrying a serious tone.
“I understand.”
She gave a long searching look then her eyes softened, the steely glitter disappearing. “Love sometimes hurts. There is no avoiding that, Mitch. You can’t always protect others. You can’t shoulder all the responsibility.”
She looked expectant, and I moved in to gather her in my arms. She came willingly, molding her body to mine, her arms circling my waist. We held each other for a long time. I tried to ease the hurt I had caused and give her some comfort. When she raised her head, I leaned in and we shared a gentle, loving kiss. Extracting herself from my embrace, she went to the bed. Next to it, on the wall was a control panel for selecting a few radio channels, and the hotel’s private music broadcast. Turning it on, she went about searching for a channel with some soft music. After going through a few of them, she chose one of the hotel’s music broadcasts. She kicked off her shoes, and asked me to sit on the armchair. Then, she sat on my lap sideways, tucking her knees, next to the side of my thighs, and put her head against my shoulder, leaning on my chest. When I kissed her forehead, and started to stroke her from her calves up to her knees she sighed, and relaxed. Her skirt had ridden up due to her position, displaying her thighs, and I took advantage of that to continue caressing her legs up her thighs, and then cupped her shapely butt.
After a while, she asked, “Do you want to see me, Mitch?”
“Yes, I want to. Thank you for giving me another chance. I hope I won’t mess it up this time.”
“I’m not looking for promises, Mitch. I’m looking for some happiness and love. I seem to have found it with you, and you seem to have found it with me. We’ll see where we go from there.”
I thought I had found more than that with her, and didn’t reply. Sensing her eyes on me, I looked at her. She didn’t say anything for a while, nor did she wait for a reply, but her eyes were scrutinizing me carefully. Then her expression changed, as if she had found something, and she said, “I thought it was too early for you to say that you love me, or even hint at falling in love with me, but I think I understand.”
“What do you understand, Dana?”
“When we were talking about your past, you mentioned something like ‘being at home.’ Now, I understand what you meant. Is that what you were feeling when we made love?”
I nodded. “Now, as well. Why do you ask?”
“I wasn’t sure. I suspected as much, but I thought it might be because we’d finished making love. I guess I feel like that too. This little fight helped me see it.” With a tender look, she added, “I’m not making this easy for us, am I?”
“It’s all right, Dana. We are both hungry for love. I think that’s part of what we feel, but I suspect there’s more than that. We’ll discover it in time.”
We sat there enjoying the moment, the soft music in the background filling in the quiet solitude. Elton John finished singing Sacrifice, then came the opening notes of a song I knew very well, followed immediately by the voice of Freddie Mercury.
Was it ‘us’ you were talking about, Freddie?
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. This song just gained a new meaning, and I hoped it wouldn’t prove to be prophetic. I felt Dana easing herself a bit in my embrace, listening to the song. Then she looked up. I could see she was concentrating on catching the lyrics, but her look was one of curiosity. I kissed her, then pulled her head to my shoulder, and caressing her back, I whispered, “Close your eyes and listen.”
Freddie kept singing; about rainy days and being a prisoner inside your lover, aching hearts calling out to loved one’s heart.
Dana was listening, absorbing the words. When Freddie talked about unspoken words and surrender, I heard a soft sigh from her. Her response told me she was feeling the same emotions that the lyrics evoked in me. I felt her look up, and I leaned in to kiss her lips softly, as her hand moved to my neck, caressing. As our kiss ended, Freddie came back.
When the song finished, she said, “I’ve heard this one before... I think in a movie or something. Who’s he?”
“Freddie Mercury. The group is Queen. Did you like it?”
She nodded.
“You’re a strange woman, Dana. Most people would say it’s a depressing song.”
“I don’t think so. You might say it’s a sad song, but I think he’s got the right idea. Don’t you think?” With that, she looked at me, her blue eyes inquiring.
“You’re thinking about us?” I asked.
“Not in those terms... but I guess it sums up us... in many ways.” Giving me a smile, “You like the song, but it reminds you too much of past... and present?”
“Kind of...”
“I’m not going anywhere, Mitch. I think we’re becoming good friends... and will continue to be. All things aside, that’s more important.”
I hugged her tightly to my body, my hand cupping and squeezing her bottom before running along her side to her back.
“Come. Let’s make our moment,” she said softly before sitting up.
Getting off my lap, she pulled me to my feet. While she moved towards the bed, she started to undo my shirt buttons. When she had the buttons open, she peeled my shirt off. In the meantime, I was trying to unclasp her skirt at the back, and pull the zipper down. By then, she was standing next to the bed. I pulled the skirt down and let it pool around her feet, and she stepped out. When I fumbled with her shirt, she took over, and I got out of my jeans. We stood facing each other, she clad only in her panties and I with my boxers. I pulled her to my chest, enjoying the feel of her breasts, and her hard nipples before running my hand under the elastic of her panties, cupping her cheeks.
Stepping back, I started to kiss and lick her from her neck down to her shoulders and spent a few minutes getting her nipples aching hard. I continued, leaving a wet trail down to her belly, and slowly slid her panties down, inhaling her aroma. I could see she was moist there, and remains of dried semen were around her lips. When I moved in to lick, Dana tried to stop me, “I’m not exactly clean.”
I didn’t mind; I enjoyed eating her and wanted to taste her again. When I gave the first tentative licks, she shuddered. Cupping her cheeks, I pulled her to my face, and she spread her feet to give me better access. I worked on her labia and inner lips, teasing around her clit, and moving up to her belly for soft kisses and licks, then going back to her pussy for more. She pulled me up for a kiss, then she sat on the bed, moving up along its length to position herself on her back, inviting me between her legs.
I took off my boxers and knee walked, but she wanted me to straddle her chest. She teased me with her tongue and lips, working on my cock before licking my balls and back to my cock, giving me long and soft sucks. With a final suck, she let me out of her mouth and said, “Make love to me... make love with me.”
I moved down between her legs and, holding myself over her body with my weight on my arm, I nudged her opening with my cock, testing her wetness. Getting myself lubed with her oils, I tried to enter her. When the head passed the ring at the entrance to her channel, I heard her catch her breath. Looking up, I saw her eyes squeezed shut. I realized she was sore from our last session, so I stopped my movement. She opened her eyes and put her hands on my shoulder telling me to keep going.
“Dana, you must be sore. I don’t want to...” I started, and then we both intoned “hurt you,” starting to laugh at the situation. Seeing that she was distracted and laughing, I entered her all the way with a smooth, gentle stroke. She gasped and her eyes tightened for a moment. I could feel she was trying to relax her ring muscle to ease the burning of my passage.
I wasn’t planning on stroking. Being inside her like that was good enough and since she wanted this, I knew she would enjoy feeling me in her like that. I was getting to know what she wanted, despite the fact that we’ve been intimate for a very short time. Pulling her knees up, she locked her feet on my lower back and slowly started to roll her hips, giving me a better angle, urging me to penetrate her as deep as possible. When I was all the way inside her, I stopped, and looked at her. Her blue eyes were soft, and big, shimmering, reminding me the cold blue waters of the sea and my beloved beach. As I gazed in her eyes, I was lost in the tranquility I found there... and gentleness, love, and passion; but most of all, how she gave it so freely and completely, making me ache something fierce, even though I was closer to her than ever—deep inside her warm and slick shelter, connected to her in the most primitive manner, feeling her heartbeat through our connection.
She freed one hand and picked up a pillow, placing it next to her side. When I gave her a questioning look, she told me to arrange us in a side-ways, almost missionary position. The pillow was to give me some height and room for her leg that would be under my torso. After she unlocked her legs, we carefully rolled to our sides, and to my surprise I found the position very comfortable. It did change the angle and, if I wanted, I could stroke, but only short strokes. However, I wasn’t planning to stroke and irritate her already sore channel. The slick and hot feel of it along my shaft was more than enough. Moving her upper body a bit away from me, she gave me ample space to caress and play with her tits, and bending a bit, I could even lick and suckle her nipples.
We spent a lot of time, touching and caressing each other, or kissing, and she used her inner muscles. It was gentle, and dreamy. After a while Dana insisted I start stroking, and I wasn’t keen on the idea, but reluctantly I agreed. I gave a couple of experimental short, gentle strokes and observed her carefully. She felt really slick inside her channel, and I didn’t see a visible reaction, but I was apprehensive.
“It hurts a little, but it’s good pain, Mitch. Sort of a slight burning. Itching and burning, and it’s not really hurting. Trust me. If it hurts, I’ll tell you to stop.”
“I know women have high thresholds for pain, but I don’t like the idea. It may be OK now, but what about later?”
“Don’t worry about it. Please?”
So we kept at it. She would massage me using her inner muscles, then let me stroke for a while, and we would kiss and caress each other. We slowly built up the fires, and after a while both of us were starting to gasp and pant. Our slow movements magnified the sensations, and we were moving into the final stretch. I could see her breasts heaving, and getting harder, and flushed. The color was moving slowly up her chest all the way to her neck. We took short breaks and slowed our activities to prolong the sensation, but after a few times, we couldn’t hold ourselves.
I started deliberate strokes and was gratified to see her close her eyes, letting out a sigh. At the end of each stroke, she started to let out small whimpers, and then her pussy started to squeeze me. I stroked in and stayed inside, letting her muscles take me over, while latching onto her nipple... and nibbling. Then I was coming, with small bursts. It was slow, and drawn out, like our build up. As we were coming down, we shared a drawn out soul kiss.
I wanted to stay inside her, but once the endorphins ran their course I was afraid she would hurt more when I pulled out of her. After a few minutes of enjoying the pleasurable feeling, gave her a questioning look; she nodded, and I pulled out slowly. Then I lifted myself, so she could get her leg trapped under my torso free, and stretch it comfortably. I picked up the sheet and the blanket and pulled them to cover us. We fell into a short but blissful sleep, with Dana snuggled in my arms.
An hour later I woke, and went about waking Dana, gently caressing, and kissing her. “How are you feeling, sleepy head?” I asked.
She stretched her body, and I could hear the popping and cracking sounds from her joints. “Great.”
When I gave her a questioning look, she reached down with her hand and did an examination with her fingers. She winced a bit, but I guessed it wasn’t bad.
“It’s a bit sore, but a little bit of cold water, and a day’s rest should do the trick.”
Giving me a brilliant smile, she added, “She hasn’t seen so much action for quite awhile, and she was hungry. Now, she can rest and gather her strength,” making me laugh.
“When do you need to go to the airport?”
She reached for her watch on the nightstand, and said, “We have two hours before I have to leave the hotel.”
I suggested filling up the tub and enjoying a bath. We spent the next hour in the bathtub. My hands were busy with her body, but mostly I kept playing with her soapy breasts. She told me she wanted them well used and sore. When I reminded her she had to put on a bra, she retorted, “If they’re too sore for a bra, I won’t put one on. But I’ll keep my jacket on, so nobody would notice it.”
After the bathroom fun, we dressed and she spent some time putting on her makeup and uniform. She didn’t put on her bra, and her blouse was not thick enough to hide her breasts. But with the jacket on, she could get away with it. She gave me her telephone number, and times I could reach her at home. When she asked about my plans, I explained I didn’t have anything definite and gave her a general outline of what I had planned. She mentioned that she had some time off, and we made plans to talk on the phone in the coming days, and make arrangements to get together. She would check her flight schedule, and arrange to take her accrued days off. While she packed her overnight bag, I quickly packed my suitcase, and we went down to the hotel bar to get a cup of coffee before she departed with the shuttle service to the airport.
At the bar, we found a quiet corner and enjoyed each other’s company. We talked about general things, and discussed possibilities for the coming days. I got the feeling she very much wanted to take a few days off with me, and to say the truth, I wanted the same. I was already starting to miss her when we said goodbye. When the shuttle service arrived, we bid goodbye. It wasn’t teary eyed, and I think it had much to do with the fact that we would see each other shortly.
When she was kissing me goodbye, I whispered, “Don’t walk funny,” and got an elbow for my trouble.
Then with a laugh, she said, “You’re terrible, you know that. It’s good that it’s out of action, otherwise, I could throw you on the table and have my way with you.”
“And I’m terrible?” I retorted with a snort.
Gathering her in my arms for one final hug, I told her I would call her tonight, then we walked to the shuttle bus, and I waited until the bus left. Collecting my suitcase, I made a phone call to my sis, but she wasn’t home. I decided not to call my parents but surprise them. Paying the bill, I left the hotel in a taxi.
While on the way to my parent’s house, my mind was busy trying to come up with a rough plan for my vacation. I was looking forward to seeing Dana, but at the back of my mind, my old nemesis was still present. I knew I had to deal with that, but I didn’t want to spoil the next few days brooding over it. I needed to figure out my feelings about her. Depending on the outcome, the next step would be gathering information about her, her life, figure out what brought the changes in her, and perhaps arrange to meet her. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to face her again, after the past few years, the experience in the airport still fresh on my mind. I didn’t want to think about the pain and desolation I had felt yesterday. But, I knew I had to find some closure, somehow, and only then, I would be able to do something about my new relation with Dana, instead of leaving us in a limbo... But those things could wait... another time.
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