Chapter 16

Saturday, I went to Indian Shores to meet Preston. A cute house right on the coast, with an outside balcony that overlooked the shore.

As soon as I arrived, he dove into me with a kiss. I smiled, “Wow.”

“I’ve been dying to do that. You have no idea how hard it is for me to work with you and play cool, knowing I just want to take a bite out of you. I wish you were going on the trip.”

I kissed his mouth quickly, “It’s a good thing I’m not. Heather would be upset.”

“Heather?”

“Come on,” I said as I walked to the seating room, which overlooked the deck. I sat on the sofa, “You can’t tell, Heather wants some of that big black cock,” I joked.

He sat next to me and rubbed my thigh, “Would that make you jealous?”

I grinned because I knew he wanted to hear “Yes.” I nodded, but in all honesty, it would have pissed me off. “Don’t get caught up,” I warned him before I slid onto his lap “I’m the only other extra-curricular activity that you’re allowed to participate in,” I kissed his mouth.

He nodded and lifted me. “Already baby?” I asked.

“You already know what time it is,” he replied.

He took me to the bedroom and we ended up naked as he sat on the bed with me on top, his arms caressing my back, while I kissed him. Sex with Preston always took me back to my innocence. How he was gentle with me, the way he looked at me like he wanted to tell me he loved me. I felt it in how he moved.

When he laid on top of me, he’d look down into my eyes and start kissing me passionately, while he caressed my breasts, his strokes would send a ripple throughout my body. I’d hold onto him tightly until he’d laugh.

Then we spooned, while we kissed and his fingers strummed me below, which drove me to my third orgasm.

When we finished. We lay next to each other naked. My head on his chest. His fingers make traces along my left arm, he asked, “Have you ever fallen in love.”

“No.”

“Not once.”

I giggled, “Why would I put myself through that torture? I mean, I care about my clients, but none of you are mine to have. I’m not delusional.”

I sat up and he did the same. He looked at me with sorrow. “I just feel like ... I turned you into this ... if wasn’t so—”

“Stupid, mean, rude,” I joked.

“I’m being serious. If I had it to do over again—”

“Listen,” I grabbed his face, “I’m fine. And you didn’t turn me into anything. I do this because I want to. No one is forcing me. It’s not like I have a pimp. I do what I want when I want with whom I choose.” I sighed, “At some point, I’ll stop. I’m sure.”

His face saddened, “Do you ever think about—”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom and my eyes filled with tears. We were being as careful as we could by using condoms back then, but one night we were fucking pretty intensely and the condom broke. I had hoped for the best, but after eight weeks and no period, I told him I was pregnant.

For a moment, I was distraught, but when he asked me to keep it, I agreed only if he promised to help. But as life would have it before I made eleven weeks, I started bleeding badly and he rushed me to the hospital. We found out I miscarried. That was something he and I never told anyone about. After I lost the baby, I shut him out. I was so angry.

He walked into the bathroom and hugged me. We cried together. “I was stupid. I should have stayed for you. I should have asked you to come with me.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you away,” I replied. I realized at that moment, that we both played a part in why it didn’t work out. But our lives were what they were and there was no chance for us anymore.

After a night of sitting out on the deck and talking about old times. The morning had arrived and it was time for me to leave. I went to the shower and started a nice hot stream. It felt marvelous on my skin.

I heard when he entered the shower, “Good morning.” He kissed my shoulders, “Damn this water is hot.” He exclaimed.

I laughed, “Don’t be a baby. It’s not that bad.” I turned to him for a kiss.

“I hate that I have to leave this morning,” he said as he kissed my neck, “I don’t know what I’m going to do when you finally find love and give up this life.”

“All the stuff you do here with me, you can do with your wife.”

He nodded, “I know ... but...” He smiled. I knew what he wanted to say that she wouldn’t be me. He turned me around and I felt his finger below until I dripped. He slipped inside; I leaned over and held myself up with the shower wall, as he thrust from behind.

Everything felt good, the water, his fingers, his strokes. I delighted in him and when it was done. We kissed and said our goodbyes until the next time we’d meet.