Friday night, my special plans were made. The now infamous jar of honey, along with some cording suitable for mild restraints, and other goodies were carefully packed into my ever present backpack. I grabbed the 4:15 bus to the east side, hopping off less than a block away from her humble abode.
Since we were both hungry, we started out with dinner out… a treat for both of us, being as we were ‘poor’ students, practically living on buttons. I suggested we go out dancing, thinking a few drinks while there may get the ball rolling the right direction. Chelle agreed.
She really looked hot, dressed in a deep v-neck blouse and short skirt, I think she got more stares at the club than I was comfortable with. After an hour there, we called it quits- ready to find a quieter setting.
Chelle gave Shep his Hello I’m home embrace. After being gone only a few hours, you wouldn’t expect it to be such a big deal, but to Shep it was. I popped on the stereo low enough so we could talk. Dropping onto the couch, I tucked one leg and sat half Indian style. Chelle went to the kitchen, to get some wine for us. Shep curled up by my feet rather quiet for once.
When Chelle returned with two glasses, she sat right next to me leaning into my shoulder and chest. I dropped my arm down off the back of the couch, allowing it to rest on her tummy, gently holding her close to me.
“Reminds me of another time, another place” I reminisced.
“Uh huhh… Too bad.” she replied.
“Too bad what?” I enquired.
“Too bad you got up to answer the door”
“Well I’m wiser now- you can bet I got my priorities straight after that…” as I rubbed her tummy in small circles, my upper arm moving back and forth across the side of her breast, just touching the nipple through the soft material of her sweater.
“Ummm ” she uttered encouragement as she pulled her legs up onto the couch, now laying with her back against me.
“I’m really glad you’re still willing to see me, after what happened” I whispered, setting my wine down on the table. “After all, you’re of a rare breed”
“You just want to take advantage of me” she stated, with a bit of a pout in her voice.
Bringing my other arm around to give her a little hug, I brushed lightly against her nipple, standing out far enough to be noticed.
“You bet I do” I reached around brushing her hair away from her ear and neck, bending down for little kisses on her neck, nibbling lightly on her earlobe.
“What do you say we try it on a bed this time?” she whispered.
Setting her almost finished wine on the table, she leaned forward enough for me to slide out from underneath her, and with an arm behind her back and another under her legs, I slowly stretched to a standing position. I bent down, ready to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned, meeting my lips. Her tongue darted into my mouth, catching me just the slightest off balance. This time, I moaned, as she made her desires most clear to me.
Moving while I still could, I eased the two of us through the narrow doorway, and placed her on the waterbed. Before I could disentangle myself, she grabbed me by the front of my shirt, pulling me off balance enough to tumble into the bed with her.
Rolling off to the middle of the bed, I dropped one leg between hers, laying my arm between her breasts, and lightly touched her ear. Looking into her brown eyes, with the little light available from the shaded window, I didn’t see lust, but desire.
“You know, I think this is a place I’d like to spend a lot of time” I informed her, “As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else”. (a major mistake, that was)
“Are you suggesting moving in?” she startled me with the intensity of her feelings “because if you are, just remember I like my freedom, and I like living alone”
“I know our arrangement has it’s advantages, I just have a hard time sleeping at my place, after being here with you like this.”
Reaching down to kiss her, she shocked me again, by pushing me away.
“I think I lost the mood” she said, the warmth having left her voice.
“Do you want me to go?” I asked, the hurt showing just a little more than I wanted.
“No, its late.”
“You know there could be advantages” not quite ready to give up. “Like, backrubs, having someone there when you wake up you could count on…” I started in again.
“Someone who could walk out on me when he got bored, who expects me to take care of things for him, like a good wife, who gets jealous every time I smile at a band member who might be good looking” she interrupted.
“Now that’s not fair!” I was quickly losing my temper. “You know I haven’t said word one about your other relationships.” Practically on a tirade, I continued “I know we agreed not to limit ourselves to seeing just each other, and I think I could handle you going out with your friends, knowing you would be coming home… to me.”
“And what makes you think I’d come home? What would you do when I didn’t?” a tint of anger in her voice too.
Sighing, with resignation in my voice I gave in “You’re right, it would be hard on me, hard on us- to see too much of each other. I wouldn’t trade what we have for the world.”
I reached over to brush the hair off her forehead, smiling in the half dark room. “I sure have great timing, don’t I?” and added “you know I love you.”
The stiffness drained out of her, and she cuddled back up to me, “That’s why you’re important to me, I wouldn’t trade what you give me for the world.”
Giving her a hug, I drifted off thinking about the hard won relationship we’d built.
An hour or two later, I woke up and struggled out of my clothes. Crawling under the covers, Chelle’s warmth next to me confirmed my suspicions as I drifted off once again. Both of us nude, together and too much in love to risk the heartbreak sure to ruin us.
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