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A Gift of Flight

by Sir Winston



This has been the worst year of my life. That was saying something considering I had been in combat with my buddies dying all around me. The doctors had told me to eliminate as much of the stress as I could from my life, or I would continue to be sick. But that was only the latest little surprise life had given me this year.

Six months ago, I lost my job because I was getting sick too often for my temporary employer to tolerate. I knew something was wrong with me, but since I could only find work with a temp agency, I had no medical insurance, so I couldn't go to the doctor. We simply couldn't afford it.

Yes, we were poor, but I thought we were happy, at least. It happened on the day of my wedding anniversary. I picked up flowers and my wife's favorite wine after I left my boss's office. I didn't feel much like celebrating, but I knew Lane, my wife, would be expecting something. I went home and gave our beautiful two year old daughter a kiss before hugging my wife and telling her happy anniversary.

I had been sick a lot lately, and I was getting quite pale from it. I had also lost a considerable amount of weight. But even through the drawn and gaunt expression I wore, Lane could tell I had been crying.

I thought she was my best friend; my support when life got too hard to take. She and our little wonder were my whole reason for living. So when I told her what had happened to me that day I was a little shocked by her reaction.

"Jesus-fucking-christ! How could you let this happen? You know, my folks are right about you! You are a loser and a bum. You'll never amount to anything! You'll always be a loser and a bum. They always told me marrying you was a mistake, but you know, I'm gonna correct that mistake right now! I don't want to hear anymore of your lame ass excuses! Every time you fuck-up, it's never your fault! Well, I'm tired of hearing it! I'm tired of living in this dead-end hell hole, and I'm tired of you! So pack your shit and get the fuck out, NOW! Get the fuck out of this house and don't come back."

I was so shocked that I just turned and did what I was told. I had no idea she would turn on me like that. This didn't seem like the person I had thought I married. It wasn't until almost an hour later, as I was driving down the freeway that I realized I didn't have anywhere to go. It hit me with a physical force that I had just lost everything in my life.

It has been said that emotional trauma can heighten affects of an illness. I felt my stomach cramp tightly and bile shot up my throat. Luckily, I hadn't eaten very much for the last few days since I was always throwing up. I managed to get the car over to the side of the freeway, and safely on the shoulder. Unknown to me at the time, a highway patrol car was the next car behind me when I began to have trouble. I didn't notice, but she cleared the traffic out of my way so I could move over. I noticed her when I checked the mirror before opening my door to run to the guard rail to finish puking.

She had gotten out of her car and was standing patiently, waiting for me to finish before she made sure I wasn't drunk. She almost didn't let me go back to my car instead offering to call an ambulance or the EMTs. I guess I really must have looked like shit. I assured her I had a friend I could call and was now stable enough to get off the highway. She looked at me doubtfully, but finally gave in and let me get back in my car. She followed me to the next exit and made sure I pulled into a restaurant parking lot. I wasn't hungry, but I did need something to drink.

I ordered some unsweetened tea and asked about a payphone. I took a slow drink of the tea, set it down at a booth, and called the only other person I could call a friend.

Dazzle was an online friend, and I didn't even know she was a female until I had been talking to her online for a couple of weeks. I had never met her, but I still considered her to be a friend. I knew she was separated from her drunken husband and wasn't looking for another relationship, but I hoped she wouldn't mind a temporary roommate. After recounting the day's events to her, she sounded shocked and upset. She asked where I was, and told me she would be there shortly.

To make a long story short, she took me in. I felt like a stray puppy as she fussed over making a bed on her couch for me. She tried to feed me, but her wonderful dinner had its usual effect on me, I was immediately sick to my stomach again. Instead of being revolted, she held my head, and caressed my back. Though she really was a pretty woman, at the moment she was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

I was so exhausted by the retching, I didn't notice that she had stripped off her clothes and started the shower. She helped me to get up and said, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up, and put to bed. You need to rest."

It was then that I realized she was stark naked. As beautiful as she was I was hurting enough that her body had no effect on me at all. After she lay me down on her couch, she told me, "You really have to go see a doctor. You look like an AIDS victim."

I honestly didn't have the strength left to answer her, as the events of the day shut my mind down into the oblivion of sleep.

I awoke later that night screaming. I had been dreaming that I was swimming and was being run over by a boat; my legs were getting cut to pieces by the boat's propeller. I found that I wasn't in the water, there was no boat, but the pain was real.

Dazzle was there rubbing my calves, trying to relax the tightly knotted muscles under the pale skin. It took a few minutes, but the cramps started to go away, leaving me a sweating, sobbing, exhausted wreck. She took me in her strong, healthy arms and held me until I fell back into a dreamless sleep.

I woke the next morning, lying on my side, with a soft, warm bundle spooned up to me; my left hand gently cupping a firm, bare, C cup breast. This obviously wasn't my wife's sagging D cups. My very hard cock was being gently rubbed between her naked ass cheeks as she softly rocked against me in her sleep.

As softly as I could, I kissed her gently on the earlobe. In preparation to get up, and relieve myself in the bathroom, I remove my hand from her breast. She groaned slightly, and grabbed my hand back to her breast and gently squeezed our hands into her flesh. She moaned and rocked more on my 'morning wood'. I could tell by the way she was moving that she was trying to get me inside of her. Though I had some confusion as to which hole she was trying for.

The reality of the whole scene came crashing down on me as I realized I was about to fuck a woman I'd not only just met, but didn't even know her real name. Not to mention the fact that she was still asleep, (I think), and it felt too much like I would be taking advantage of the only friend I had left in the world.

Though I wanted nothing more than to make love to, (not fuck), this wonderful creature, I just couldn't do it under these circumstances. I nuzzled her hair, "Dazzle, honey, wake up, please."

"I am awake, lover. I've been awake since you tried to remove your hand. Sleeping with you felt so wonderful, it still feels wonderful. Can you... Would you mind..." She paused, "I need you."

I softly kissed the back of her neck and began stroking her nipples and caressing her firm tummy. I scooted down a little, as she lifted her leg and reached between them. She grasped my throbbing member and guided me to her dripping pussy. As I pressed forward into the tightest vagina I'd felt since high school she groaned a long shuddering moan. "God, you're so much bigger than Tom was."

I knew I wasn't huge by any stretch, so I figured this Tom person must have been really small. Poor guy.

She started to thrust her hips back into me, wanting to fuck me hard, so I whispered into her ear, "Shhh, take it slow, we aren't going anywhere. Let's enjoy this."

She turned her head to look into my eyes. I smiled softly at her, and gently kissed her soft lips. She moaned again and almost melted against me. The kiss would have lasted much longer if it weren't for the bad position. She turned her head back and I began to plant soft kisses on her neck and shoulder. She kept pushing against me, getting into the ebb and flow of our coupling. Her first orgasm built quickly, and shattered into a muted scream of passion, muffled by the pillow we shared. When it passed she didn't seem to make it all the way back before the next one began to take her. By the time I finally blasted my essence deep into her womb; she was shaking and coming constantly. I held her tightly to me, as we calmed down, but her shaking didn't stop and I realized she had been crying for some time.

"Hey, are you alright? What's wrong?"

"So that's what making love is like. I've never known." She said softly.

I held her tightly as she cried softly. Finally she rolled over and looked into my eyes. "Will you stay with me? I know you only needed a place to stay until you could get back on your feet, but..."

I looked at her with sadness in my eyes, and put a finger to her lips to silence her. "Love, We are both still married. I just lost my wife and daughter. I'm very sick, I could actually be dying, and I don't even know if anyone will consider hiring me in this condition. I don't want to take advantage of you like this, but for now, I have no choice. Let's just take this one day at a time, and see what happens okay? I'm not even sure we should let ourselves fall in love with each other."

"It's a bit to late for that. But I agree, we'll take it one day at a time. But first, you are going to go see a doctor. No argument! I'll pay for it. I'll talk to Dr. Smith Monday when I go back to work. I'm sure he'll w...

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