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Several weeks ago I was downtown after seeing a concert at a local nightclub. It was about 1am or so. I was sitting on a bench on the sidewalk, eating a slice of pizza, minding my own business, and watching all the people milling about on their way to or from the various bars, clubs, and restaurants. I was planning on catching the subway home as soon as I finished my slice, but just then a group of four girls came along, and one of them noticed my pizza and asked where I had gotten it. And before long we were all engaged in conversation. That would have been pleasant enough, but it didn't stop there. Soon, three of the girls sat down next to me on the bench, and the fourth girl decided she was cold, sat down on my lap, and asked if I would warm her up. Well, far be it from me to be rude, so I put my arms around her and the five of us sat there and continued to talk. Eventually, the girl on my lap noticed my wedding ring and wanted to know what it was for, to which I explained that it was exactly what she thought it was--that I was married. She seemed to consider it for a moment, and then turned around to face me and said that she "knew all about it" and said that she had recently gotten divorced after eight years of marriage. She then asked if I'd like to go dancing. Now at this point it was getting rather late, and I had really not intended to meet anyone, let alone go dancing. But apparently when a pretty girl is sitting on your lap, asking you to dance with her, it's kind of hard to say no. So we all got up and walked about a block or so down to where there was a dance club. When we got inside, lap-girl immediately pulled me tightly against her and started dancing very slow and close. But about 30 seconds later she looked around and realized that only one of her friends had made it into the club. She said, just a sec, and pulled away from me and went over to the window where we could see that her other two friends were still outside on the sidewalk. She said she'd be right back and ran outside to find out why they hadn't come in. That left me and her other friend looking at each other awkwardly. We danced (not close) for a minute or so until she decided that she wanted to go outside too and find out what the holdup was. Now at this point, I really had to use the restroom, so I ran off, and when I got back, I realized I had completely lost the girls in the crowd. There was a huge throng outside on the sidewalk, and it was even more crowded inside. I went upstairs and looked around for a minute until it dawned on me that rather than trying to find them again, this was my chance to disappear discretely. So I pushed my way through the crowd and out onto the sidewalk. I looked around tentatively one more time but still didn't see them, and then I walked off to the subway. Curiously, when I got down to the platform, the two girls who had not come into the club were standing there waiting for the train. They recognized me and called me the pizza man and explained that they were tired and hadn't really wanted to go dancing after all. And they also said that lap-girl and the fourth girl were apparently still at the dance club in case I wanted to go back and find them. But really, I didn't. Several months ago I might have been all over lap-girl, but things have changed recently, and all I really wanted to do was go home and go to bed. So that's what I did. I rode the train with the two girls until I got to my stop and then I got up and said goodnight to them. They waved and smiled and said goodnight pizza man. And then I stepped off the train, went home, and went to bed.

I just ran across this story that I wrote a couple months ago and never published. In fact, it's a continuation of another story that I also never published. But I think it stands on its own for the most part, and it seems a shame not to publish it. So, for what it's worth...here it is...

After what seems like a blissful eternity in the bathtub together, we finally decide to get out of the tub. We climb out together and put on the thick terrycloth hotel bathrobes. And I scoop you up and carry you over to the bed. I toss you down on your back. And you're laughing as I scramble on top of you. Kissing you. I pull your robe apart a little. And make a line of kisses down the center of your chest. To your belly button. And then lower. I kiss the top of your pubic mound. Lightly first and then more firmly. The muscles in your tummy are quivering, and you part your legs a little bit for me. You put your hands on my shoulders and then move them to my head, running your fingers through my hair. I kiss you again and move my lips down to lightly trace the outline of your slit. There is a hint of wetness, and I taste it with my tongue. And then, pressing my tongue deeper, the wetness becomes greater with both your juices and my saliva. Our hearts are racing now and your breathing is becoming harder. Leaning in again, I kiss the area just above your slit, licking in little circles with my tongue. My tongue briefly dips into the very top of your slit as I begin to kiss up and down your outer labia. You moan gently as I push your legs wide open, and my tongue dips into your intimate folds, licking you tenderly. Sometimes barely touching, sometimes lapping hungrily. Sometimes long, slow licks, sometimes faster, quicker licks. You are very wet and slippery now, and your juices are all over my face. Up and down I lick on either side of your clit, teasing it and giving it increasingly more attention. Little kisses. Little sucks. Almost at the point of losing control, you now lift your hips up and press your crotch into my face and I begin to lap at you rhythmically, moaning into your sweet pussy, feeling the hardness of your clit against my tongue. And then you cum. You REALLY cum. You scream. I moan. And I continue to lap away at your beautiful, slippery, wet, intimate place, loving everything about it, everything about you, everything about this moment. Never wanting it to end. And when it does finally end and you lie there spent, making little whimpering noises, and trying to catch your breath, I continue to keep my face pressed against you, rubbing out the last little sensations for you. Loving the warmth and the wetness and the incredible intimacy. Eventually... reluctantly... I move free and climb up to look you in the eyes. And we hold each other. And we kiss again. Deeply. And passionately.

She was born on February 4th, 1975, which means she's 30 years old now.

Damn. How times flies.

The last time I saw her, hugged her, felt her body against mine, she was only 18. And I was 23.

Her name was S. She was the younger sister of my ex-girlfriend.

Everyone knew that S and I had a thing for each other. My girlfriend knew. Her parents knew. My parents knew.

I guess it was pretty obvious. When S and I would hug, it was always just a little too close. And a little too long.

I would go over to their house even if my girlfriend wasn't around, just to see S.

But for some reason nobody seemed to mind. Everyone thought it was cute.

My girlfriend used to get a kick out of tricking me into revealing my naughty thoughts about her younger sister.

Once when I spent the night over at their house, it was S, not my girlfriend, who came downstairs to hang out with me after everyone had gone to bed.

It was S who was always the first to invite me to family events. She invited me to her high-school graduation, her birthday parties, her high-school play. And I went.

When my girlfriend broke up with me it was S who cried and cried when she found out that I wouldn't be coming over anymore for family dinners.

And their mother all but told me flat out that I was more than welcome to date S if her older daughter was crazy enough to dump me.

But it wasn't meant to be.

Or at least...it never happened. Whether it was meant to be is something I guess I'll never know for sure.

After her sister and I broke up, S and I started emailing each other. We wrote long, drawn-out letters to each other.

But by then I had moved to a far-away city. The long distance was part of what contributed to her sister and I breaking up, and I vowed to myself that I would never, ever, get involved in another long-distance relationship.

But a man sees things differently at different stages in his life.

I would have been S's first boyfriend. Now I wonder how many guys she's had. Is she married? Does she have kids? A career?

Eventually we drifted apart. The emails became less frequent. And then they stopped. I met my wife-to-be. And life moved on.

"Would you like an orgasm?"

That's the question that my wife asked me the other day after she had finally recovered from the one I had given her.

Now...let's see here...

1. She knows I love orgasms (who doesn't?)
2. I can't even remember the last time she gave me one
3. Isn't it a big turn-on to make someone cum? (It sure is for me)

So why does she have to ask in that tone of voice that says she's kinda hoping I'll just say no? In fact, why even ask at all?

"Well...you don't have to...", I replied.

So she didn't.

I finally met her. After knowing each other online for over a year and going from casual acquaintances to friends to much more than friends without ever even hearing each other's voices, we finally had an opportunity to meet this past week. And what a wonderful stolen day we had together! I still can hardly believe it happened--that for one beautiful day we played hookey and let the rest of the world do its thing while we spent the time in each others arms, walking hand in hand, sitting quietly together, talking about everything, and talking about nothing. It had been so long that I had truly forgotten what it is like to feel this way about another person. Sadly our time together eventually had to come to an end, and it won't be easy for us to see each other again. But for the first time in a long time I can honestly say that, at least for the moment, I am truly content. My life is far from perfect, but she has given me back much of what has been missing for so long. And for now...that's good enough.

It's raining. It's been raining for almost two days now. I guess you notice it more when it hasn't rained in a long time. Out behind my house is a paved trail that runs for miles and miles through the woods. I'd like to be walking on that trail right now, enjoying this rainy afternoon, with someone's hand in mind. My wife's hand, perhaps, if she was a different person inside. I asked her. She's not interested. My daughter's hand, perhaps. She'd love to go. She could wear her rain poncho and her rain boots and bring her Winnie the Pooh umbrella. But my wife won't let her out in the rain. She might catch a cold. I could go by myself, I guess. I tell myself that maybe I'll meet someone on the trail. Or I could just imagine that I'm with someone special. It takes a special kind of person to enjoy the rain.

I'm sorry. I don't have a pic for you today. I didn't even realize it was Thursday until about 10:00 this morning. And even if I had, things were just too crazy busy at home last night. Plus, I don't have any good ideas.

Is that enough excuses?

On a totally unrelated topic, here's what my wife and I talked about while driving somewhere this morning in rush-hour traffic:

Wife: Watch! He doesn't see you. [While I was trying to merge onto the expressway. He saw me, btw. And I saw him.]

Wife: Look out! [Traffic ahead was slowing down rapidly. I saw it and reacted before she pointed it out to me.]

Wife: Don't speed! [As I was accelerating from 30 mph to 40 mph on a 55mph highway in preparation for merging into the fast-moving carpools-only lane.]

Wife: That pickup truck is veering into our lane! [He wasn't. It just looked that way. And I was ready for him if he did.]

Wife: Maybe you should get out of his way. [About a minute later. Referring to the same truck who still seemed perfectly content to stay in his own lane.]

Wife: You're not gonna be able to get over in time to make the exit. [The exit had only just shown up on the horizon.]

Wife: There's no way you can get around this guy. [As I smoothly accelerated and pulled in front of the guy with about five or six car-lengths to spare.]

By the time we got to where we were going I really could have used a stiff drink. And it had nothing to do with the traffic.

Several of us went over to a customer's facility yesterday to hear one of our coworkers give a talk. And right in the middle of his presentation this unbelievably gorgeous young blonde walked into the room and sat down in the back of the room. She had a beautiful face, an amazing body, a stylish fitted blouse, trendy black slacks that clung to her in a delicious way, and a killer pair of high-heeled shoes. But what all of us noticed more than anything else was the gigantic diamond on her finger. The thing sparkled like it had batteries. We never found out who she was, and she got up and left shortly after the presentation ended.

Later on, after we left the customer's facility, we were all sitting around a table eating lunch, and the guy who had been giving the talk piped up and said, "Did you see the rock on that girl's finger? She must be getting some serious action at home."

To which everyone nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

Everyone, that is, except me. And after a few moments I said, "Yeah, right. What marriage is like that?"

At which point everyone at the table fell silent and stared at me like I had two heads.

She hired a babysitter for the evening
So we could have some time alone together
But we didn't know where to go
I suggested someplace near the center of town
So we could walk around afterwards
Hand in hand
Past the fountain in the town square
Do some window shopping
But she said she didn't feel like going for a walk
We went into town anyway
And decided to try a new restaurant
It was good and we stayed for dessert
And then she said let's go for a walk
So we walked around
Hand in hand
Past the fountain in the town square
We did some window shopping
Then she said she was cold
So we stopped there in the middle of the sidewalk
And embraced
And kissed
And kissed some more
And then we continued on our walk
But we soon stopped again
I leaned back against a shop window
And she pressed herself against me
One of her legs between mine
Her crotch against my thigh
My arms around her waist
Her arms around my neck
And we kissed some more
And talked
And kissed
And talked
And held each other tight
Oblivious to the people walking by on the sidewalk
After a while she pulled away a little
And began to stroke my chest through my shirt
And we continued to talk
The she turned around and leaned back against me
Her back to my chest
And she pulled my arms around her chest
And we talked some more
And watched the people walking past us on the sidewalk
I slid my hand up and cupped her breast
And kept it there
She sighed and leaned her head back against my shoulder
I kissed her on the cheek
And we talked some more
And before we knew it an hour had passed

The really good times don't come very often, so you have to savor them when they do