Message-ID: <14728eli$9808281523@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: apuleius@poboxes.com (Apuleius of Madaura) Subject: RP: Reunion by Steve Black (MF rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: apuleius@poboxes.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35e22ba8.2761319@news.labyrinth.net.au> Another of the lost stories from Celeste's Top 100 of 1995. Thanks to the person who sent it to me. I am not the author of this story. - Apuleius --------------------------------- Reunion By Steve Black (Song lyrics to Sunny Hilden's "Together" copyright Harmony Gold, 1985, and written by Steve Wittmack and Michael Bradley) "A world turns to the edge of night, the moon and stars so very bright... Your face glows in the candlelight, It's all because tonight's the night..." It was our song, mine and Diane's. It was the song that played when we first met, the song we sang to on our first date, that rang in our ears with that first kiss, that played softly in the background the first time we made love... "Now hold my hand and take this ring As we unite in harmony... We can begin to live the dream, The dream that's made for you and me..." It signified all of our hopes, our dreams, our fantasies all rolled up into one. For a long time, we had planned to make our lives together. Granted, there were her other lovers to consider, but both of us figured that wouldn't stop us from being with each other for a long time to come. And suddenly, one day, she was gone. "To be together... For the first time in our lives it's us together... As married man and wife, we'll be together From now on, until death do us part, and even then I hope that our love lasts forever..." For about a year, Diane and I had one of the more torrid love affairs that any man or woman had ever seen. I took time out of my school schedule to travel across Europe with her; she took time out of her working life to visit me anywhere in the country I happened to be. I loved her more than anything else in the world... something that I think might have contributed to our later problems. Why? Because I became what I despised. I had made a clean, final break with my former girlfriend, Angela, after a Thanksgiving holiday which saw a whole lot more taking from both of us than giving. I professed my love for Angela even as I knew I had to leave her, and the strain was too much for her heart to handle. Unfortunately, the amount of energy I put into my relationship with Diane began to be a drain on her. Even as I was trying not to be a burden on her, I unconsciously was one, as she felt guilty about not being able to respond to the amount of effort and such that I was putting into our relationship. "I promise to be always true Until the very end's in view. In good times, and the bad times, too, I know that we can make it through..." We tried. God, how we tried. But ultimately, it wasn't enough - or maybe it was too much. As we took a ferry past the Statue of Liberty one brisk April day, Diane began to talk about what we had. For her, the burden of our relationship was so great that it was crushing all of her other ones, and she said that day that it was time for her to go. Both of us cried long and hard that day... for a couple of weeks, I lost my composure completely and convinced myself that she had abandoned me. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the problem was not her... it was me. Simply put, I had tried desperately to be everything for her, and there was no way she - or anyone else - could have responded in kind. Not with her lifestyle... not with her other lovers... not with her feelings. I had come to love Diane so much that all the reasons she had come to love me had evaporated. And it was only after she told me goodbye that I realized it. "As one united we'll be strong, because together we belong... If I could sing to you a song, I'd sing of love that can't go wrong..." We stayed in touch after that, writing letters, calling each other a lot, and after my initial breaking down, we managed to remain friends... but I never gave up on her, never gave up on thinking that maybe, just maybe, we could have what we once had. Even after two years, I still held out hope for it... but realistically, my hopes for us began to fall apart. I sought, and had other lovers, but none like Diane. It seemed like every day, I had fantasies that I couldn't cast away; while at night, the erotic dreams and thoughts of making love to her were almost terrifying. "If we're together... We can make a brand new life for us together... As married man and wife, we'll stay together From now on, until death do us part... and even then I hope that our love lasts forever..." I sat at the table, listening to the song. "It's no use," I said to myself, with tears in my eyes. "It's time for me to get on with my life... there's no way in the world I'll ever have her in my life again, not the way I want it." I broke down at this admission, sobbing uncontrollably, knowing that all the prayers, all the hoping, and everything I'd done wasn't good enough, that I was destined to live my life without the lovely, sexy, wonderful Diane. And then the doorbell rang. "Now hold my hand and take this ring As we unite in harmony... We can begin to live the dream, the dream that's meant for you and me..." "Are you OK, Andy?" It was as if I was hallucinating. There was Diane, in the doorway, with a dozen roses in her hands... for me. *Me*! "I'm in town for a conference with some regional accountants," Diane said, "and I really need a place to stay... you're the first person I thought of... is everything all right?" I shook my head. "Diane, it's not even close," I said, about to burst into tears again. "I..." "Shhhh." Diane put her finger to my lips. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. Just come over here to the sofa and relax." I did as she asked, with the tears still flowing down my cheeks. For the longest time, neither of us said a word. Diane wrapped her arms around me, and we locked each other in a loving embrace. Part of me loved it, but another part thought of this as some sort of torture, feeling that nothing could happen between Diane and I and that this goddess of a woman was brought back to torment me. After a few minutes, Diane loosened her hold on me, and whispered. "Tell me what you're feeling, Andy," she said. "Tell me what's troubling you so." I hadn't intended to say anything... but as I gazed into her eyes, I found that look of caring, of trust, of *love*. The same one I fell in love with in the first place. "Diane," I said, with a single tear rolling down my cheek, "the more I've been thinking about it, I've come to realize some things. I'm not perfect... our relationship from before is certainly proof of that. "But I've been trying to show you for the last two years that I *have* changed for the better, and can give you the kind of love that you want and need... and that I *want* to give you that. I don't ask any favors; for that matter, I don't ask anything except for you to still care about me. And it doesn't seem to get through. "Diane..." I paused again, not knowing what words to come up with. "Two years ago, I fell in love with you because of the person you were. That person hasn't changed... and neither have my feelings. Diane, I love you... and I don't think I can ever be happy without you." I gestured to the room around me, and took her hand. "Look around you, Diane... I don't have a lot of money, I don't have a lot of material possessions, and I may not be as organized as the lovers you have back home. But what I do have, Diane, is a kind and loyal heart... one that breaks every time I know you're not here." By now, both of us had tears in our eyes. "I need you, Diane. I want to be yours," I said. "Every thought, every dream, every touch, I think of you. I know you must think I'm a hopeless romantic or something, and you'd probably be right." We both giggled at that. "But it's all true," I said. "And I can honestly say that no matter what lovers come into our lives, there's nobody else I can ever love more than you." With that, I kissed her on the cheek. Diane had listened patiently for all of this, eyes moistening even as she was trying desperately to hold back the tears. "I know it's true, Andy," she said. "That's one of the reasons I came out here... I've come to the same conclusions." My heart stopped; was I really hearing this? "I had a fight with a friend last night," Diane said. "She can't understand why I still talk to you like I do... and when I thought about it, two things leapt out in my mind. The first one is that I've been an absolute fool for not keeping my mind open." "And the second?" I whispered. "That all of this time, I had been missing out on one of the few people who had stuck by me through thick and thin, no matter what," she said. "And I've been trying to turn my back on it and pretend that what we really have between us just isn't there." She looked at me longingly. "I'm not about to have one exclusive lover, you know me better than that... but I've never stopped caring about you, Andy. In fact, I think I can honestly say that..." Her voice faltered. Despite myself, a gentle smile crossed my lips. "Maybe not?" Diane giggled. "I suppose not," she said. "But that doesn't mean I don't need you in my life... and that I don't want you. Because I do want you... now more than ever." No further words were necessary. The first kiss I'd had from her in two years was even more electric than our first one in that hotel room, so long ago... perhaps because I now knew what I had in her. My hands ran down her back so slowly, so gently, but holding her tight as if I never wanted to let her go... which I didn't. I could feel Diane's heart pounding a mile a minute against my chest, and her labored breathing as her hands caressed my shoulders and ran down my arms. It didn't take long for my pulsing cock to grow very tightly against my slacks... or for her to notice it. In response, she brought her legs up and wrapped them around me, settling her crotch right on top of mine. As our kiss continued, harder and with much more passion, she began to move against me, and her face became flushed with an arousal like none I'd ever seen. Remembering our first time together, I didn't want to keep her waiting. After carefully setting her glasses aside, I pulled her shirt off and quickly unfastened her bra, letting that fall to the sofa. Just as quickly, she pulled my shirt off, almost ripping it as she threw it away from me. My hands began to play with Diane's breasts, first cupping them, then massaging each nipple with my fingertips. She responded almost madly, nibbling lightly into my shoulder blades and flickering her tongue against the side of my neck. At this, I eased her back and gently backed away, caressing her already hot cunt through the fabric of her thin jeans. I stood up, took her hand in mine, and led her to the bedroom, closing the door behind me. Diane practically began to attack me, backing me up against the bed and pushing her crotch against mine, even as she reached down to unzip my pants. As she did so, I guided my hands to her backside and pulled her to me, caressing each cheek and causing her to whimper in pleasure. All of my remaining clothes were gone in moments, and I helped her step out of her blue jeans. I just stood and looked at her for a moment, marveling in the fact that two years had not only not made her look worse, but had made her look even more like a goddess than ever. I only had a moment, though, because Diane was all over me, taking a nipple into her mouth one minute and caressing my manhood with her hand the next. I turned her around and guided her onto the bed, as gently as I could while still letting her know that I meant business. Almost as quickly, she turned so that she was on top of me. Before I even knew it, she was raising her body, then slowly lowering it onto my upright cock. It was as if it was my first time all over again. Diane began to bounce up and down on my hardness, running her fingers along my spine as her lips kissed me like, frankly, I hadn't ever been kissed before. We maneuvered ourselves so that we were both sitting up and so I was doing most of the work, thrusting into her with her legs wrapped around me and our bodies interlocked so close together. Every movement I made, every action she took, registered in both of our bodies. It didn't take long for her eyes to close and her breathing to get more and more ragged. I ran my fingertips over the sides of her body, not touching her breasts, but just getting close enough so that she knew I was there. As I did so, I felt her hands begin to grip my back tighter and tighter, and I began to feel her body tremble against mine, which was her telltale sign that she was about to lose control completely. I began thrusting into her harder, faster, not caring what happened to me, but rather wanting her to reach *her* peak. And peak she did. From deep in her throat, I heard an almost breathless "Oh, God..." that got increasingly louder and louder until finally her nails were digging into my back and she was shouting, "Oh GOD, Andy! YESSS..." After what seemed like forever, Diane slowed down, and I asked her how she felt. "Oh, please..." she said, "please come..." To this day, she swears that she never saw a look of pure animal lust in my eyes like she did that day... I can safely say I never saw a glazed-over, *needy* look like I saw in her eyes at that moment. I turned her over onto her stomach and hopped off the bed long enough to grab a silk tie from my closet. My bed is one where I don't have a real headboard, but rather have a row of six thin posts where a headboard should be. I came back on the bed and kissed my way down her spine madly, and paused just long enough to tie Diane's wrists in front of her, around the posts. My fingers and tongue probed down her back, tracing little trails along her spine, and I could feel her body shudder in response. My mouth kissed her lower and lower... then I wet a finger and began to play around her anus with it, making her whimper in pleasure and want. In response, she began to thrust her soaked pussy towards me. Who was I to resist? I lowered my face down and tentatively licked around the folds of her labia, trying to make her beg me to make love to her again. The more I licked, however, the more desirous *I* became. My body was trembling... I *needed* Diane. Without warning, I came around so that I was almost riding on top of her, positioning my rigid member so that it was right at the very edge of her sex, and I slowly pushed her forward. Swiftly, she pushed her entire body back so that I was completely enveloped by her wet, intensely aroused pleasure center. My hands came around to her chest and began caressing her breasts with a palpable intensity, as her hips ground back against mine, so that every thrust I made into Diane's body sent shivers up both my spine and hers. I leaned over and kissed her neck, and she did her best to try and kiss me back as my cock continued to pound into her. All at once, she stood still, and her body started trembling again... just as that familiar (and welcome) tingle started spreading from my member throughout my body. As I began to moan, I heard her say, "Oh, please... oh, PLEASE... OH GOD..." as she tightened around me in almost a vice grip as I continued to buck my hips against her. All at once I started going crazy, as my come started pouring out of me and into Diane... I knew I was shouting, but I didn't care... and neither did Diane, as she shouted her pleasure along with me, for what seemed like hours... After a couple of moments of just being spent, I slowly withdrew from her, collapsing onto the bed with an arm wrapped around her tired shoulders. I bent over to kiss her, but I couldn't help but notice her tears. "Diane, are you ok?" I asked. She nodded for a moment. "Yes... I just can't believe that I've passed this up for so long... it's not just the sex, though. It's this closeness, this feeling of admiration, of caring, of... of love. I can't believe I let this go." I kissed her lightly on the lips, and said to her, "We'll never have to have that happen again, darling... I'm here for as long as you want me. But then, you've always known that." Diane smiled. "I know... it's just that words have always failed me..." I smiled, and put in a cassette tape of our song. "Maybe these words will help..." She couldn't help but giggle as the song began, whispering, "You hopeless romantic, you." I looked at her closely, and gave her what I hoped was my best loving look. "We don't need words, Diane..." She smiled, with a tear still in her eye, and turned to kiss me again. And our song played on... THE END...FOR NOW. :> -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----