CHAPTER – 37: A Walk in the Past (1)

On the way to Kathy’s flat, I was mentally compiling a list, but decided to postpone my shopping until tomorrow. Sarah would be at the hospital working, and Kathy and Mark would probably be spending time together, thus I didn’t want to be a third wheel. When I arrived, I immediately wrote up the list I had worked out, so I wouldn’t forget something. Then I picked up the novel I was reading, and settled into the couch. However, after a few pages, my mind started to wander, and I couldn’t focus on the book. I went to the kitchen and prepared a cup of coffee.

After the talk with Mom, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that my mind would be busy with the revelations about Mom, Dad, and Kathy. I was still reeling from what I learned. My thoughts kept drifting back to that summer. Mom’s comments about how I had changed told me she hadn’t forgotten, and I wondered whether she would ever understand what had happened then. To tell the truth, I didn’t understand it myself, why it happened. The thing was, I never expected something like that to happen; I had always been careful, especially not to get involved with a girl from the neighborhood. It just happened. Even when I realized I was falling for Rei, at the time, I tried desperately to control my feelings, and resist it, but in the end, I hadn’t been able to help myself. I just couldn’t. I felt as if I had been caught in a whirlwind. Perhaps, I hadn’t been ready for something like that. Maybe that’s why it happened.

As I pondered these questions, my mind went back in time, taking a stroll among the memories...

 

. . . . .

 

It was late afternoon, past 5:30, and Gil, Rei and I were sitting on the balcony of my flat. We had had a good tea party, but the last half hour had been somewhat tense. I suspected the girls had felt the change in the atmosphere, and in my mood. My replies had been shorter and shorter, consisting of monosyllable answers, with a ‘hmm,’ or ‘yeah,’ or similar thrown in for variety, eventually giving way to just a silent nod, or other facial expressions.

I was pre-occupied with thoughts of the last few days. Things seemed to have deteriorated between Rei and me, following the talk I had with her about my plans.

Was it only three days ago?

She seemed to avoid me, sort of. I couldn’t get a hold of her alone, away from the crowd. The only chances to get together with her were when we were in a group. It wasn’t something very obvious, but I could sense a bit of distance, and I just couldn’t figure out the sudden change. Worse, I was running out of time. My parents and Kathy would be arriving in a few days, which would complicate my relationship with Rei. Perhaps, that was why I had had that talk with her, rushing it, but I couldn’t remember saying something that would hurt her.

Lost in those thoughts, I was listening to both girls with half an ear, trying to come to terms with the way things have been going the last few days, now that Rei was nearby. Despite the fact that Rei was there without a crowd, I was feeling tense. Perhaps there was a bit of resentment at Gil’s presence mixed in that tenseness, but at the same time, I was wondering whether Rei would have visited me if it wasn’t for Gil’s insistence—in fact, I believe it was Gil who probably dragged Rei for tea at my place, and I kept reminding myself to be nice to Gil.

Did Rei arrange it? But why should she? She’d been trying to avoid me...

However, mixed in all that was the feeling that all my worst dreams seem to be coming true, and each time the possibility of losing Rei came to pass by, I could feel the stirring of a storm inside me. I was hoping for another chance to be alone with her so I could ask what was wrong, but I knew it was futile to think my prayers would be answered.

In a short while both girls would leave... the clock would finish another round... the arrival of my parents would draw another hour closer...

I sighed with resignation at the thought, and looked away. I saw Gil’s mother come out of their flat. She stood in front of their door in the opposite apartment block, and waved to us, signaling the end of our tea party. I turned to Gil, and said, “Gil, your mother.”

She turned to look, and her mother tapped her wrist in an exaggerated manner. She was calling her home. Gil raised her hand with all the fingers stretched, asking for a few minutes extra, and her mother nodded, before going back inside.

“Sometimes, she drives me nuts. She doesn’t need me to help her; dinner is almost two hours away, and yet she calls me,” Gil complained.

“Well, that’s what mothers are for. To drive us crazy, to remind us they’re running the show,” I quipped; the longest thing I had said in the last half hour.

“Whose side are you on?” she retorted with an irritated tone.

“I don’t know, Gil,” I replied distractedly. My mind was still far away, and I wasn’t sure if I was anywhere close by either. “Sometimes, I wonder if I’m even on my side,” I added, getting a puzzled look from both girls.

“Whatever,” Gil huffed. “I hate to leave the clean up to you, but I gotta go.”

Her tone brought me back to present, and I replied, “It’s OK, Gil. I can handle it.”

She turned to Rei, and asked, “Are you coming?”

I was expecting her to leave as well, now that Gil was going. She stood up, but to my surprise, she said, “I’ll help Mitch clean up, before I leave,” and started collecting the plates.

Gil thanked her and quickly left us. As Rei went inside with the plates, I collected the cups, and followed her, closing the screen door behind me. Briefly, my heart soared to have my prayers answered, before it gave way to anxiety. I didn’t know how to broach the subject, and I was scared of pushing Rei further and further away. She was by the sink, filling it up with hot water. I brought the cups, and stacked them to the side of the plates, and said, “I’ll wash and you dry?”

Without a word, she nodded, and moved to the side, while taking one of the kitchen towels. In silence, I started to wash the dishes, passing them to Rei, who dried them. When I finished washing all the dirty dishes, I pulled the stopper to drain the sink. Rei was putting the plates and the cups back into the cupboard. We both seemed to hang around there, trying to look busy with something, as the silence dragged on, and in the end we couldn’t find anything else to do. Almost at the same time we turned to look each other.

“Thank you, Rei,” I said, unable to find something else to say.

She smiled warmly, but it was a hesitant smile, and I tried to gather my failing courage. She noticed me taking a deep breath, and her eyes darkened. She crossed her arms, but stayed at her spot. That was all it took for me to drop the idea of having another talk. Letting my breath out, I turned and reached for my cigarettes on the dining table behind me. I offered a cigarette to Rei, but she refused, so I lit one for myself, while thinking about what to do. After her defensive posture, I was scared. I was hoping she would say something, to break the silence, and inside, I cursed myself.

You, son of a bitch. You don’t have the balls to talk to her, do you? What if she wants you to talk to her?

After only two drags, I put out my cigarette, coming to a decision. “What’s happening, Rei?”

I could feel a lump form at the back of my throat, as I waited for her response.

That’s it! I’ve done it, and the ax will fall!

“What do you mean, Mitch?” she asked with a flat tone.

“I got the feeling you were avoiding me, the last few days. Or am I mistaken?”

Please say, “no!”

“What gave you the idea, Mitch?”

She seemed to be evading my questions, and that scared me more, because it was a confirmation of my fears.

“Did I do something wrong, Rei?” I asked, moving along instead of dwelling on my earlier question.

“No, you didn’t. Why do you ask?”

God dammit! Why don’t you give me an answer? That’s the least you can do, can’t you?

It wasn’t exactly anger but resentment; my fears giving voice to my frustration. I realized the time to beat around the bush had passed. If I didn’t ask the question now, I would never have the courage. I suspected I would lose her respect, as well as my own self-respect.

“Rei. You know how I feel about you, even though I didn’t say it before in so many wo—”

She cut me off with, “Please, don’t.”

I hesitated, unsure about her reaction, however I wanted to finish what I had started. “Don’t what, Rei?” I asked gently. “Don’t talk to you? Don’t love you? Don’t fall in-love with you? What?”

She didn’t answer, but her eyes got moist. Then, in a tone barely above a whisper, she said, “Don’t do this to us.”

The ‘us’ caught my attention immediately, and for a moment it heartened me, before I wondered what she meant by ‘us.’ More than that however, I wanted to know if her ‘us’ was the same as my ‘us,’ and where that ‘us’ was headed to.

“Rei, please. I’m trying to figure out what ‘us’ means, and where we’re headed. I love you. I have fallen in love with you. I want to kno—”

As I said those words, she was already moving to me. Before I could finish what I wanted to say, she put her finger on my lips, shushing me. Her eyes locked into mine, and I could see a storm brewing there. Without any hesitation, she clutched my neck with her hand and pulled me down for a kiss. After the kiss, she rested her head on my shoulder, and whispered, “I know, Mitch.”

My arms wrapped around her, almost instinctively, and I held her in a tight embrace, as she held onto me. Maybe I should have let it go then and there, but with her in my arms, and not knowing what the future held for us, and unsure of what Rei was thinking, I forged ahead.

“If I could, I would propose to you right this moment, Rei. But as I told you before, I have a year of school, then the military, and then I have to get a job. Don’t you think I wish things were different, that I didn’t have all those obstacles in front of me? I want to offer you something much better than what I can now. I just don’t want to lose you. I love you. Very much. Can you understand that? I want to know how you feel.”

Slowly, she extricated herself, and pulled back. “You’re a good friend. The best I ever had... ever will have. Please, don’t. I... I can’t...”

“Why don’t you talk to me, Rei?”

She took another step back. Her eyes darkened more, and her lips were trembling.

Oh, God! I did it. I really screwed it up this time! No. Please, no! Somebody, please tell me this isn’t happening!

“Please, Mitch. We have a good thing,” she pleaded.

“What do we ha—” I stopped, before changing my question. “How long do we have, Rei? Do we have an ‘us’ a year from now?” I insisted.

Instead of answering, she turned to leave.

“Rei!” I yelled gently after her. “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”

She stopped, and turned to face me, but kept averting her eyes. “Mitch, I... I love you... but as a friend,” she said, however her eyes never met mine, as she was saying those words.

“Can you repeat that, please?”

After a long silence, her eyes returned to my face, and they were brimming with tears. She said, “I need to go,” and she turned on her heels, and left the living room, before I could say another word. Collecting myself, I ran after her, and caught her in the hallway.

“Rei, tell me that you don’t love me,” I insisted, as I put my hand gently on her shoulder.

Without turning, she pleaded, “Please, Mitch. Let me go,” but made no move, until I took my hand off her shoulder. Then she walked to the door, quietly, and opened the screen door. “I... I need to think,” she said, before closing it behind her.

I saw her look inside the hallway through the mesh, and I barely made out the wetness on her cheeks. Then she turned and walked away. I listened to her footsteps, as she walked down the stairs, until they faded away, before I moved to the door to lock the screen. I went back to the living room, hardly feeling the floor under my feet. Seeing the half-smoked cigarette I left in the ashtray, I lit it with shaking hands, feeling completely disjointed. I stood there trying to understand what had just happened.

Is this the end?

I could hardly contemplate the question. I walked past the kitchen, and stared out, from behind the balcony screen. A short while later, I saw her climb the stairs to the top floor, to her flat, open the screen, unlock her door, walk in, and close both the screen and the door. I stood there—for how long I don’t know—replaying her moves, from the moment she climbed the stairs, till she disappeared from my sight; over and over...

 

. . . . .

 

As my mind finished playing the scene, I had the taste of ashes in my mouth. Slowly I emerged from the past, and took a sip from my coffee, but it was cold, and tasted awful. I took the cup to the sink, and dumped the old coffee, and washed the cup, trying to keep myself occupied with that simple act, but as usual it didn’t help much. I hadn’t thought about the past for a long time; I had tried to put my demons at rest, but now, in the last few days, since I tried to read my diary, they kept visiting me. I was a bit worried about their frequency; especially, with the dinner tonight, the trip to Dana’s tomorrow, and our upcoming vacation.

Going to the living room, I put on the TV, channel surfed for a while, and caught the news. After a while I got bored, and decided to get ready to go to Sarah’s. Going through my clothes, I tried to decide what to wear, which helped take my mind off my trip through the past and the questions that seemed to crowd in, to some extent. I settled for a dark blue suit. The jacket was double breasted, and I knew I looked good in it. A pale blue shirt and a pastel yellow tie with some blue and red in it completed my attire. Satisfied with my choices, I collected my toiletries, and other articles, and put them in the overnight bag Kathy had given me. I put the suit and the shirt in a garment bag, and drove to Sarah’s.

 

* * * * *

 

When I arrived at her flat, Sarah was already busy preparing her suitcase. She mentioned that Dana had called, and told her that she would be taking a cab from the airport when she arrived. When I asked what time she would be coming, Sarah told me she might be here as early as seven, depending on the traffic. While she was busy selecting clothes, she asked if she should take an evening gown with her, in case we went out while we were visiting Dana. I told her to take the dress she had worn when we were out the previous Sunday night—the dress that displayed her tits. Of course, my choice brought on a tittering from her.

With a shrug, I said, “It looked beautiful on you.”

“You mean you enjoy looking at my tits,” she retorted.

“Well, you have beautiful tits, but they’re not the only thing that is beautiful about you.”

“Thank you. I’ll see what I can do for you. I was thinking of taking another dress. I think you’ll like it,” she said. Opening her wardrobe she went through some dresses, and took out a dark evening gown. Holding it up, she waited expectantly for my approval.

“Ummm... Can you put it on? I’d like to see how it looks on you.”

Taking off her jeans and shirt, she put on the dress, then twirled around. It had a good bit of décolletage, somewhat more conservative than her other dress, but allowing for a good view of her cleavage. However, except for strategic parts, the material was almost translucent, which became obvious when she moved under the ceiling light. Around the bustier and the hips, the material was darker colored, but the rest of the material was the color of smoke, translucent. I could see her belly button, easily, and even make out the nipples.

I let out a low whistle. “I think you’ll be arrested for indecent exposure.”

“If they put us in the same cell, I wouldn’t mind it,” she responded with a straight face, but her eyes were alight with amusement.

“Nor would I,” I was quick to reply. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep my hands off you. You can’t wear any underwear with that can you?”

“I have a G-string that goes with it,” she replied with a smirk.

“You think that would be enough?” I teased back.

“When you’re around nothing is enough, but... it would be a nice challenge. I’m getting better at controlling myself,” she replied. Her tone was more serious, and I didn’t know what to make of her reply. After a momentary pause, she smiled, and said, “Don’t look so concerned, Mitch. It was a joke, sort of. I’m getting used to being around you, and don’t get worked up all the time.”

“How... How come?” I blurted.

“It’s been a while since I felt like that about somebody. And we have a history. I still lust for you, even though I’m over the worst of my hunger. I guess Dana made it easier to deal with my craving for you. But, you still really work me up at times. I’m not saying you’re doing something to bring that about, although you do that when we’re having fun. No, I’m talking about other times, like when I had to give you the massage, or...”

“Or? There’s more?”

She nodded, before adding, “Or when I watch you walk.”

“Watch me walk?”

“I should have said, watch you move.”

“Watch me move? How do I move, Sarah?” Her cryptic comments didn’t make any sense.

She thought for a moment, as if trying to find the right words, then said, “When you walk or move, there’s a... I don’t know... your moves are elegant, like a dancer... you move with ease, but... it’s... it’s almost like watching a big cat stalk its prey. I’m not sure how to put it into words.”

It still didn’t make much sense to me. While I was considering what she said, she broke into my thoughts. “I haven’t seen you in a crowd, but I’m pretty sure you’d slip through as if the waters were parting for Moses, even though I don’t know why I say that. It just is when I think about how you move.”

“I see. I’m a bit confused, Sarah. Do I really move different than other people?”

She nodded again. “Yes, definitely. I remember Kathy and you taking some dance lessons, but that’s not it. I know how dancers move, and you move in a similar fashion, but it’s not the same.”

“Yeah. The dance lessons. Heh. Mom had insisted I should learn to dance, and Kathy was most persistent. I guess I have to thank both of them. It certainly came in handy during those rare occasions with girls, but I was too shy to really make use of the knowledge. That’s why I stopped after a few lessons. I just couldn’t handle learning in a group. At least, Kathy kept pushing for practices at home.” Getting back to the subject, I said, “To tell the truth I didn’t think I was doing anything.”

“I guess it’s because I pay attention, and it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, and I notice the changes. I know how it affects me, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s kind of a turn on. I’m not sure why. I just know I feel like throwing you on the bed and fucking you. On the outside, I see the calm and gentle Mitch, going about whatever he’s doing at the moment, but I also sense something that is... I don’t know what it is. Tension is the wrong word, but... That’s why I said it’s like watching a big cat stalk its prey. Sometimes, it makes my insides burn, and makes me wet.”

As she was trying to explain, I saw her nipples harden under the dress. She was definitely getting worked up. When I arched an eyebrow, and gazed pointedly at her bust, she smiled, and retorted, “Yeah. That’s how I get when I even think about it.”

I chuckled at her antics, but inside I was very much taken by her easy manners, and how unconcerned she was about admitting her feelings so freely. She was some woman, and definitely not the type who liked to play games. She said what was on her mind. I liked that quality. Very much. But then, what man didn’t like to hear how desirable he was. I chuckled again, at the thought.

“I wasn’t being funny,” she said, making a face.

“No, you weren’t. I’m flattered, Sarah, and couldn’t help but laugh at the particular image: me, as the kind of guy that turns women’s heads.”

“What exactly is your problem, Mitch?” she responded, with a chiding tone. “You are very desirable. And if you pay attention, you’ll notice that. It certainly got you Dana’s attention, and she’s really something. I don’t have to say anything about myself.”

“Hey! Stop that! You’re not an easy girl, and I don’t appreciate it when you talk about yourself in that manner.” I was hasty in my remark, misunderstanding her last comment.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Mitch. I already told you how you make me feel.”

“Ohh! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

She waved it away. “I don’t understand you, Mitch. This is the second time I heard you make a comment about yourself in very unflattering tones. Why is that?”

“Oh, come on, Sarah. I’m not something special. It’s nice to hear good things, but I know my shortcomings.”

“Shortcomings? I’d like to hear them.”

“Well...” I tried to collect my thoughts, suddenly facing the fastball heading in my direction, and unprepared for it. “You’ve heard me when I was talking to Lizzie. I have a temper, and on certain issues, I’m very judgmental, opinionated. I try to keep things under control, especially my temper. I try to ignore or avoid people or situations I don’t like, but I know there are times I fail. I don’t like to socialize with people very much, because I have difficulty trusting them... always wondering about their motives. I hurt the people I love the most, even though I don’t mean to. Sometimes, I’m scared of myself... of my own anger or capacity for anger... when it starts to... I’m petty, at times, messing with people when they try to mess with me. I try to let it go, but... more often then not, I just pay them back. I’m difficult, and demanding, and can be very stubborn, or bullheaded. That’s only scratching the surface,” I concluded.

She stared at me for a long time, before she took a step toward me, and ran her fingers on my cheek. “You’ve not said anything that I didn’t know, and some of them weren’t even right. Sometimes, when a person is hurt, and hurt badly, they change. You’ve changed, Mitch. A lot, since the time I knew you when we were teenagers. But, I thi— No! I believe, most of the changes are, or at least can be, temporary. You forgot to mention other things, like your sense of humor, honesty, gentleness. Are you forgetting that we’ve known each other for a long time, Mitch?”

“I-I...” I shut up, as I didn’t have an answer.

“Good,” she said simply, as if punctuating the whole discussion and pronouncing her verdict, before kissing me softly. Stepping back, she changed the subject swiftly. “So you approve of the dress?”

With a small grin, I nodded. “Yep. Definitely a good choice.”

She smiled, and took the dress off. After she put it in a garment bag, she turned to give me an appraising look, for a moment seemingly lost in thought. As if coming to a decision she asked, “Can we do something, Mitch?”

“Like what?” I asked, as she stood there half-naked with only panties on.

“Have a quickie before Dana arrives? Then I want to prepare the big couch for you two.”

That last statement threw me for a loop. “Why, Sarah?”

“Why the sleeping arrangements?”

I nodded.

“I think it would be best. Don’t misunderstand me. I really loved what we did the last time; all of us in the same bed, but I think if Dana is in the mood for something—and I’m betting she’ll be—it might be easier with the new arrangement. It’s kind of awkward to come up with an excuse to allow for some privacy. Everything is more or less in the open, and Dana and I talked about it, but...”

“You might be right about that, but she might also find this new arrangement awkward. Unfortunately, I can’t think of a solution, other than staying at Kathy’s.”

“But I want her here, Mitch. I want her to feel at home. Look, I wouldn’t mind sleeping next to you two, even if you’re making love, but that’s me.” Taking a deep breath, she set her eyes on me and said, “You know I watched you two before, and it was by accident, but I found it very hard to leave the scene. It was beautiful. I just don’t want to offend her, and I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

I nodded.

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk with her, and explain the new arrangement.” With a smile, she added, “It’s girl talk anyway.”

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked.

She removed her suitcase and a few clothes that were on the bed, and put them on the floor next to her wardrobe. After taking the comforter off, she removed her panties, and got in the bed. Flashing an inviting smile, she spread her legs. “How about some appetizers before dinner time?”

“Mmm, oysters! My favorite,” I retorted.

“With lots of clam sauce to go with them,” she came back.

Taking off my clothes, I got in the bed with her, and went for her tits, but she had other ideas.

“I’m a bit worked up,” she said pointedly, and pushed me down, south.

I could smell her arousal, and when I looked at her pussy lips, they were already engorged, and shiny. She wasn’t just cracking a joke when she mentioned clam sauce. As I spread her lips, she stopped me, and said, “Can you also use your fingers?”

When I gave her a questioning look, she replied, “It’s so intense, and I love it when you make me lose control.”

“Sure. But don’t you think we should get an ambulance ready, in case...” I teased her.

“Good. I like that confidence. Keep that in mind when you judge yourself,” she retorted.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

It was a real quickie and didn’t take me longer than twenty minutes to get her off twice, the second time leaving her breathless enough that she couldn’t even scream her head off. Afterwards, she clutched my head, as I rested my cheek on her thigh, running my hands on her still twitching belly, while she tried to catch her breath. When she was back to earth, she sat up with a pillow at her back, and pulled me next to her. I had a painful erection, but I wanted to give her more time.

About ten minutes later, she was feeling much better, and murmured her appreciation. Then, she asked, “Can you wait a while?” looking at my erection, which was subsiding slowly, but I was still erect.

“Sure, love.”

Looking in my eyes, she smiled with a twinkle in her eyes, and asked, “Can you wait until later tonight, when we return from dinner?”

I could wait, of course, but to tell the truth I hadn’t counted on waiting that long. I wondered what she was up to. Was she just teasing me or was she serious?

“If you can, I’d rather wait until later tonight,” she repeated.

With all the talk of new sleeping arrangements for tonight, I couldn’t see how we could arrange it, how we could avoid awkwardness. She must have guessed what was running in my mind, because with the same mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she added, “Tonight, I would like you to ravish Dana. I want to listen to her screams from my bedroom.”

“You would, eh?” I smirked, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Is that why you worked me up?”

“Worked you up?”

“You were very vocal, more than ever, when you were coming the first time.”

“Oh, that! No. It felt extremely good, but I knew the effect it would have on you. I think I’m getting to know you very well. You enjoy driving your women crazy. You drive me crazy, but this time I really let it out. And I want to hear Dana scream in ecstasy.”

“Not all women are vocal, Sarah. You should know that.”

“Oh, I know that, but Dana isn’t really the quiet type. She’s very passionate. I want her to feel what I had felt when we made love at Kathy’s. Sort of.”

With a laugh, I said, “So you enjoyed it.”

“What’s not to enjoy. It was exciting. I told you then.”

“Yeah. But you’re also forgetting Dana stayed at Kathy’s, and she had a similar experience.”

“I doubt that, Mitch,” she replied pointedly.

“What do you mean?”

“She would have been restrained there, if I know something about Dana. She doesn’t know Kathy as well as I do, and you would be restrained as well. But here, if you would pull out all the stops, then she might let go, because we have so much out in the open, now. On the other hand, she might have a bit of a tug of war, so a lot depends on you and how far you would be willing to go.” The last comment was directed with a lecherous and daring grin, and I knew she really wanted me to do what she had suggested.

“You’re wicked, Sarah, and very kinky.”

“So?” she responded with a shrug. “You know she’ll enjoy it, and you will also.”

“And you too,” I added.

“And your point is?” she came back with an infectious grin.

“I give up.”

“You’re becoming easy,” she teased. She was relentless, and still had a big grin on her face.

“Thank you very much,” I retorted indignantly, but she didn’t even bother with a reply. “Are you trying to get back at her, because you fainted when she was here?” I asked, suddenly wondering if this was a woman thing, a girly competition of some sort.

“Oh, come on, Mitch. I know how you make me feel. I can guess at how you make her feel. I just want to hear it. Perhaps, it’s because she heard me, but you know I hardly try to hide my pleasure when I’m enjoying myself,” she answered with a semi-serious tone, the smile still playing on her lips.

“Sorry, love. I was just.... I-I...”

“It’s OK, Mitch. I know I surprised you, and you had a good reason to wonder what was going on. I like her very much, and as you said, it’s kinda kinky and a turn on. I wouldn’t have realized how much a turn on it was, if I hadn’t experienced what I had at Kathy’s. I’m very curious. I would be imagining what’s going on.” Locking her eyes on mine, she said, “Most erotic part of the body is the mind.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her quip, even though I knew she was right. With a nod, I said, “Yeah. You have a point there.” Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her hard. She was such a dear girl—correction, so much woman, but with a girly attitude at times—and once again I found myself burning for her, wanting to love her to pieces. However, before things got heated up, she extricated herself from my embrace. Perhaps, she felt I was regaining my erection in a flash, which had gone down considerably.

She looked at my hard-on, then her eyes returned to my face. “Save it for her. Please?” Her tone was almost pleading.

“Something wrong?” I asked, concerned by her tone of voice.

“I don’t think I could stop you from having your way with me, but I’m really beat up, and wouldn’t survive your loving a third time. And, I don’t want to cheat Dana and myself from some exiting fun.”

Raising my hand, I seriously said, “Scout’s honor, Sarah. I won’t touch you until you say so.”

With a laugh, she retorted, “That’s not good enough, Mitch. Not good enough at all. Do you promise not to tempt me?”

She really had me there, and I was just thinking how clever I was being.

“Do I really have to?” I asked, giving her a puppy dog eyes.

“After that look, you have to!” she retorted.

“OK! May I have one last kiss, before facing the firing squad?” I asked.

She jumped out of the bed, and said, “No way! I know what you’re up to.”

“I’m joking, Sarah. Do you really think I would do something like that?”

She gave me an appraising look, while she reconsidered. “I don’t know, Mitch. Would you?”

“How can you even ask that?” I retorted indignantly. “Of course,” I said, with a slight pause. Like lightning I reached for her arm. Grabbing her, I pulled her to the bed. As she went in a tumble, shrieking, I finished with, “I would do anything to get you.”

Once I had her secure in my arms, she kept trying to escape from my hold, and yelled, “You promised not to touch me without my permission.”

She was right, and very reluctantly I released her. A promise was a promise after all, even if I had been joking, and I cursed myself for my stupidity. She sat up and smiled at me before asking, “What’s come over you?”

“I don’t know. I just felt like... well, I felt really horny, after hearing your plans,” I replied, but in fact, I also felt like ravishing her.

“I knew it!” she exclaimed, before asking, “How come?”

“You turn me on something awful, Sarah, and you’re very hard to resist,” I replied with a shrug, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Suddenly, she pushed me on my back—well, almost on my back—before my back hit the headboard with a thud. Then pressing her beautiful tits to my chest, she settled on my lap, her lovely bottom capturing my semi-hard cock under her, and she kissed me hotly. “Mmm... And you do the same to me, Mitch. I would love to fuck you, but you really drained me, and we need to shower and get dressed. Tonight we might be staying up late, and tomorrow I have an early shift. I need to conserve my strength.”

I shut her up with another kiss, this time kissing her softly, not to arouse her. I didn’t want to push her limits. Not yet. When she was ready, she would find her own way. I was sure of it, and I was also thinking about how easily I’ve been letting go in her presence or Dana’s. We cuddled for a while, kissing and caressing each other, but more to comfort and reassure each other than in a passionate manner. I pulled her to my chest, and wrapped my arms around her, while nuzzling her neck and inhaling her unique smell.

Then, without any warning, my mind started to drift to the past. I found myself compelled to follow it, despite the fact that I was holding Sarah in my arms, and it felt wrong... terribly wrong! I didn’t know what triggered the memory, but something must have, because it came quite fast. I tried to use my guilt as a defense, hastily trying to erect a makeshift barrier, but it was useless. I felt like Alice falling into the hole, as my mind fast-forwarded to what happened after Rei had left my flat with tears in her eyes...

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