Our last make-up

I have wanted to fill in the rest of the story of my relationship with Belle. I still plan too. Today, though, is an important date in the story, so there is a big gap here as I am jumping ahead. I am going to be brief here, if I can, so I may retell this at another time, perhaps with more detail.

Belle completely broke up with me a year ago last July, under very painful circumstances. I don't think I really allowed myself to feel it, the hurt. I still want to cling to the promise I made of eternal love, even if I can only have a friendship with her. I reconciled that friendship. After a reconciling of that friendship, we reconciled our affair.

I went to her house to try to talk with her face-to-face at the encouragement of Judy. And, I felt that if this relationship had meaning or importance to me, that I wouldn't let it die without a whimper or a fight. I didn't want to passively let go and not say my peace. I went to her house, but she wouldn't or couldn't see me. I stood outside and talked to her on the phone. I reconciled my friendship with her. We agreed to be friends. We were broke up.

Now, a week or so later, I am chatting with her. Through our chat, she realized from my perspective how much she hurt me. (She really didn't have any concept, until then.) She came much closer to reconciling our relationship.

A couple of days later, she told me she was going to be home alone. I resolved to see her, if at all possible, and speak with her face-to-face.

The 22nd of the month is a marker for a number of events. Belle's birthday is November 22nd and I was anxiously awaiting her 18th Birthday. Kay's birthday is May 22nd (and Kay's 'lucky' number is 22). And, Monday, August 22nd, 2005 became a special date, just 3 months to Belle's 18th birthday.

I didn't let her know I planned to see her. I thought ahead. I drove my car that day, instead of riding my motorcycle. I figured that my car would be less conspicous. I had a doctors appointment that morning. After the appointment, I called her to check whether she was alone yet. I told her, I was coming to see her.

I planned to pick her up and take her somewhere. Somewhere away from her house so we could talk and not be discovered, even if it was just a few blocks away. She had other ideas. I had other ideas too.

I got to her house (a 45 minute drive), and parked away from her house. I called her again to let her know I was there. She invited me in, so I went to the front door.

I came in and she said she had just been cleaning house and wanted to take a shower. I didn't come all of this way to wait for her, so I wouldn't let her. I didn't get that she was pulling me with her and wanted me to join her. I didn't get that, argh! Oh my! She explained that, later.

You know, I don't know how the conversation turned. We made up. We kissed. All of our conversation and interaction happened within twenty feet of her front door. We both acted like skittish cats ready to jump for the nearest exit at the slightest sound. We kept close to the door, so that we could better know if someone came home unexpectedly. Her father was away, at work, I think. Her younger sister was at her cousin's. Her mother and older sister were at work as well. Any of them could come home unexpectedly for any reason. My heart was on adrenaline the whole time.

We danced. Not a dance with music or rhythm. We were fooling around. We were talking. We were fooling around. We were talking. It went back and forth. Flirting and teasing.

We were making out in front of the door. I fondled her butt inside her panties. She said, "no, from the front". I fondled her mound and pussy. I pulled her sweat pants down. I pulled her panties down. She gasped. I fingered her. We kissed, deeply. We kissed, deeply. I withdrew my hand. We kissed. We talked. I pulled her panties and pants up. I love sweat pants on a woman. They're so elastic. We talked.

We talked. I wished she was still a virgin. She said, "honey, I still am." "Huh?" "I didn't go all the way." "You didn't?" "He started too, but I got scared." I was so pleased at that. We talked. We made out.

We moved to the back of sofa in the living room, still in the entry hall. I wanted her to sit in the sofa. (And, perhaps, to a lying position, heh.) She refused. She was leaning/sitting on the back of the sofa. I wanted to see her tits. I told her, I wanted to suck them. I hadn't done that before. She took off her sweatshirt and bra. I kissed her and I kissed her breasts. I started sucking on them. I went from her right to her left. After a few minutes, we stopped, she put her bra and shirt back on. It was too short a time. We were so afraid of getting caught. I unbuttoned my shirt and she reciprocated.

We talked and made out. We moved again to the entry hall. I unzipped (or she did) my pants. I was wearing suspenders. She didn't like me wearing suspenders. But, the advantage is that I had my pants up and my cock out. She fondled my cock. She almost went down on me. Damn! Why didn't she! It still vexes me. (And, damn, I should've, I wanted to go down on her, but it didn't happen, that vexes me just as much. I didn't actually see her cunt, just fondled and fingered her.)

We made up. The relationship lasted for about two more months. Then, the relationship went comatose and died. Even after that, she still reminisced to me of that day.

So many times after that day, I thought of so many shoulda's, coulda's, woulda's. I run through so many scenarios with that day. I should have showered with her. I should have turned her over the sofa and given her bare butt a sound spanking. I could have licked her cunt. I should have made her go down on me. I should've fucked her. I should've gotten some margarine from the fridge and buttered her ass, and fucked her ass. If I had done any of those things, she would have stayed with me.

And, you know what? I think, yeah, if I done those things with her, she would probably still have broken my heart. I would be hurting worse, because all of those things, then, wouldn't have made any difference. It just got fucked up.

Monday, August 22nd, 2005.

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-A Nawty Mouz

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