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I just came back to my apartment from a long day of work when the phone rang. I lived in Richmond, Virginia, and was a computer network consultant working on a project under a tight schedule. I hurried to pick up the handset and heard Edith crying into the phone.
"Tony, he dumped me!"
"I'll be right over," I replied.
I dropped the phone and rushed to my car. Within fifteen minutes I was on Interstate 95 heading towards New York City. I lived more than six hours from Edith. I knew I had to speed up. I accelerated to 120 mph. I just got all points off my driving license. I knew I could take on a ticket or two.
I had known Edith for twenty-one years. We went to the same high school and same college. I was Edith's best friend. I hated this. I had, for more than twenty years, wanted to be her boyfriend or her husband but I had been her best friend, more like a girlfriend. As far as I knew, I was the only man who had bought tampons for her, not even her boyfriends or ex-husband had. I had no girlfriend myself and never had sex with any women since I started feeling for her.
Edith didn't catch my attention when I first met her. It didn't mean she wasn't pretty. In fact, I always thought she was extremely beautiful. Edith had brown hair and bright green eyes. I was in love with another girl when I first met Edith who was two years behind me in school. I broke up with my girlfriend a few months later when Edith just had her first high school boyfriend.
After spending eleven years together with Edith, seeing her changing boyfriends from one to another, keeping her accompanied when she needed it, and comforting her whenever her heart was broken, I couldn't stand it anymore. I left and moved to Chicago after attending Edith's wedding. One hot summer night I got a call from Edith telling me she found out her husband was cheating on her. I made the fifteen-hour drive to New York in eight hours and got two tickets on my way. I quitted my job in Chicago and moved to New York.
Edith got a new boyfriend before her divorce was finalized. I moved to California. Edith called me up one night crying. She just broke up with her boyfriend. I took the next flight to New York to comfort her. Then she got another boyfriend before her heart was cured.
I didn't know to where I should move. I had thought about leaving the country. I accepted an offer to work on an airport network project in Asia. I gave it up when I figured that it would be too much an arrangement if I got an emergency phone call from Edith. I eventually took up a consultancy job at Richmond. It was far enough I could stay out of her way. It was close enough in case I got a call from her.
I started to date in Richmond. I was far from handsome or well built. I was 5'7 with brown curly hair, brown eyes, and was a little overweight. But as I grew older, I found women started paying less attention to a guy's face and body. I had a decent job, healthy savings, and I had usually been nice to people I met. But my big problem prevented me from succeeding in my romance life. I never could manage to date a woman more than once. I didn't even care to touch any woman, not to mention more intriguing behaviors.
Calls from Edith weren't always distressing. She would call me up to just talk casually or to find out what had been going on with me. She had talked about her work at the publishing company her boyfriend and she worked for. She had even called me up to suggest introducing girls to me, and I always had to accept her offer. I never saw the girls Edith introduced me twice. I never called Edith since she first got married, instead I wrote her. I would gather information about our common friends, our former schoolmates, or things that would interest her, and wrote to Edith reporting them.
I bought some mint gums to freshen my breath when I was filling up my tank on the way. I was a heavy smoker but I never wanted to carry my smoke-filled breath to Edith. I tossed my cigarettes into a litterbin and continued my trip to New York. It was the day after New Year day and it was cold outside. My project deadline was two weeks later and I knew I had to be back the next morning. I knew I had to drive faster. I cursed myself for not staying in the same city which Edith lived in.
It was a bit after midnight when I got to Edith's apartment in Queens. The moment Edith opened the door she slammed her head on my shoulder crying her eyes out. I hugged her, comforted her, passed tissue to her and offered my sleeves when her tissue ran out. I made coffee for her. I made some food for her since she had not been eating all night. I didn't either but I wasn't hungry, at least I didn't feel hungry.
When Edith started calming down, I took a closer look at her. It had been two years since I last saw her. Edith was still extremely beautiful. Her green eyes seemed to grow greener every time I saw her. Her 34B breasts seemed to get firmer every time I saw her. Her straight brown hair seemed to get smoother every time I saw her. The only thing that didn't change since Edith had grown up was her height; she was four inches shorter than me. I knew her size, just like her typical female best friend would.
Edith was wearing black scoop-neck boxer pajamas, which showed intense contrast against her fair skin. I wanted to caress her bare lap but knew that wasn't what a girlfriend would do. I hugged her and patted her on the back while she was still sobbing.
We stayed silent after Edith stopped her sobbing. I heard and felt her breath smoothing down. I offered to get her another cup of coffee. Edith stopped me.
"Kiss me, Tony," she said, raising her still tear-filled eyes at me.
I kissed her. Edith's kiss turned from soft to passionate. I knew what she wanted. I carried her into the bedroom and slowly removed her clothes. I kissed her lips again and then kissed all over her body. I moved my head between her thighs and started to lick her and suck her. I did it until her moaning turned into screaming and her shiver turned into tremble. I let go of her when she let out a long sigh. I returned to kiss her on her lips and sat beside her. I was fully clothed. This wasn't the first time I did this to her. In the previous two similar occasions we did the same thing. The first time I had wanted to continue but Edith stopped me. Yes, I had sex with this woman, but I had never fucked her. I had to finish myself in her bathroom when she felt asleep after the agitation, or comfort, or whatever you would call it.
Edith was starring at the ceiling while I was sitting beside her in her bed. After a while I started to get up. Edith stopped me.
"Take off your clothes," Edith said softly, still looking at the ceiling.
I didn't move. I was shocked. I didn't know what to say or what to do.
"Take off your clothes," Edith repeated. Then she looked at me. "I need more."
I stood beside her bed and undressed myself. I went back into the bed and kissed her. My body was trembling, so were my hands. My heartbeat was at least five times the normal rate. I started to caress her but knew I was doing a lousy job, as my hands seemed to be bouncing on and off her body instead of sliding.
"Do it now, Tony," Edith whispered.
I moved my cock towards her pussy. I had never done this to Edith before. I had not done this to any woman for twenty years. The only things my cock was accustomed to were my own hands and fingers. My cock felt her lips. She was wet and her lips were swelled, result of my previous job. I started to push in. Right then, I knew something was wrong. I didn't know if I should withdraw for a rest or thrust deep and hard. I was coming. I had longed for this moment for twenty years and I knew I was going to screw up everything. I tried to fight myself. I failed. I exploded inside her even before my first stroke was completed. I didn't have a lot of experience in sex but this was unquestionably the worst one I ever had. It was also probably going to be the last one in my life.
"I'm sorry, Edith," I said, the moment I started shooting inside her.
"It's okay," Edith said, and pulled me down to her and hugged me.
We stayed like this for a while. I prayed for my lifeless cock to regain life but it didn't work.
"I'm tired," Edith said after another while.
I got off from her, pulled the blanket over her, and started getting dressed.
Edith looked at me. "Are you leaving?"
"Yes, I have to be back in the morning," I said. I went over to her and kissed her again and left her place.
I cried in my car. I wished I had a gun so I could blow my head off. I drove slowly on my way back. I didn't go back to my apartment; instead, I went straight back to work. It was about time anyway. I didn't know what I was doing at work.
I got a phone call after lunch break. It was Edith.
"Tony, I need a favor," she said.
"I booked a cruise trip but need someone to share the expenses," Edith said, her voice was a bit tense.
"How much? I'm sending you the check today," I said.
"It departs at four tomorrow." Edith wasn't answering.
"The cruise, the boat," Edith said.
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