Page 24 of Goodbye To Tomorrow

We had our second and third dates. And then our first kiss. Gracen was a good kisser; she knew how to make you want that kiss to go on forever. I had completely fallen for her and she seemed to feel the same. I called her Gracen and she called me ‘J’.

We continued to talk. I took her on another date, she said that she liked my choice of venue and I grinned from ear to ear. That night she came back to my house and I was surprised at how eager she was.

I poured her some wine; she drank it in one gulp. She declined a second glass, saying she did wanted to be clear-headed while she did what she had planned for me. I prayed in my mind that it was what I wanted, and it seemed like my prayers were swiftly answered because she leaned closer to me and planted a kiss on my lips.

I needed no further invitation, so I returned the kiss and we indulged in a round of passionate necking while my hands found their way to the hem of her shirt. I lifted it up while I explored her mouth with mine; she helped me ease the shirt off by lifting her hands. I gladly let my hands work on her soft firm breasts while soft moans escaped her lips. Her excitement was obvious. I got undressed in record time and before I knew it, I was in my favorite position; on top the woman I loved with all of my heart.

I began with her lips, tracing down her neck and resting on her chest. When I looked up at her, her eyes were closed. She was in her own world...a world of pleasure. My tongue found the amazing taste of her succulent bosom and I licked and sucked, while using my free hand to caress the softest flesh I had ever touched.

My other hand went down her belly; slowly and deeper down, under the elastic bands of her underwear. I eased her out of her silk underwear and slipped my fingers into her wet creamy core, gently prodding her as she moaned. Her nectar soaked my fingers. I kissed her lips again as I positioned myself to thrust into her. She moaned loudly inside my mouth as she felt the strength of each thrust.

She was both amazing and sweet, our bodies glued together as if a perfect match. And then we climaxed together. I stiffened as she convulsed in ultimate passion.

The second time we would make love was different and equally beautiful.

This time, we went to her place and I walked her to her door. We held hands, like a king and queen walking towards the throne room.

As we approached her door, I drew her into my arms and pinned my lips on hers. It was getting dark already and the cool evening breeze blew our shirts as we kissed like lovers who had just gotten reunited after a very long time apart. She opened the door and we scrambled in like kids going after a cookie.

I took off my belt while she unzipped her skirt, revealing lacy blue lingerie. Off came her blouse while she leaned in to kiss me. I kissed her back in affirmation of my interest.

Gracen moaned in pleasure as my hands struck a pleasure point. I muffled her moan with another round of steamy hot kissing, finding her tongue with mine. Our tongues played a little game for a while, enjoying the company of each other. Her lips, tongue, teeth and everything in her mouth felt like they were perfectly made for kissing...me.

I worked my hand into her now soaked lingerie and, when she could take it no more, she pulled down the flimsy material and pushed me back to the table. I hurriedly cleared what was on either side of the table, allowing items to fall to the ground. Not thinking about the fact that we would have to clean everything up before her roommate came back.

She smiled naughtily at me and I was amazed when she climbed up on the table and mounted me as I adjusted myself. She lowered herself onto me, bouncing up and down and moaning softly. That was the life we lived. We were adventurous. The games came later, and the sports and everything we grew to love together.

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Days crawled until our date. I was like someone sitting on a time bomb; I was so anxious I could not sit still. One minute I was in the kitchen with Rose, the next minute I was out again. I just couldn't stay in one place for long. Gracen. Gracen. Gracen.

6:00 p.m.—time to get dressed. Why can’t I make a decision? Am I trying to impress her? Make her see that I am the same man she had fallen in love with? Deep down in my heart, I knew I still loved her and I really wanted to fight for a chance for us to get back again.

The drive down to the Italian restaurant was uneventful. Lucky for me, the table we had sat at on our first date was free. I sat down, ordered a glass of wine, and waited. Earlier in the day, I had put a call through to remind her of our date, and Gracen had promised to be there.

I believed her and so I waited. I sipped my glass of wine, ordered another, and tried to keep my anticipation in check. Still no sign of Gracen. My hopes of fixing what we had gently faded; as the day faded to night.

I don’t know how I got home; I only know that I arrived on the property, soaked in sweat and tears. I must have been a sight; Rose was visibly shaken when she saw me. She led me to the kitchen and made me a cup of hot steaming coffee. And then she watched me cry.

It was 8:49 p.m. when I heard the beep that indicated a text. It was from Gracen.

“I am sorry.”

That was all it said. Nothing more. Gracen was gone. She had left me, left me to die in misery!

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