“You look happy.” Geary Davis grabbed both of Kristi’s hands and kissed her cheek before they sat down. He was 43 years old, with long dark curly brown hair and a stocky build. They had been best friends for a number of years and met every week for lunch without fail.
“Do I?” She smiled brightly.
“Yes, so happy it’s making my stomach turn.” He laughed. “What’s up?”
“I’m in love.” Her voice was dreamy.
“Oh really?” He crossed his arms. “I didn’t even know you were dating anyone.”
“I guess I should say I rediscovered an old love.” She explained. “Remember I once told you about an old boyfriend named Micky Dolenz?”
“Yes.” He said cautiously feeling his stomach drop out from under him.
“I ran into him the other day at that art show I went to. We went out for drinks and it was like nothing had changed between us, like no time had passed at all.” She continued.
“Are you sure about this guy, Kris?” Geary asked with concern. “I mean isn’t this the same guy that didn’t want you to pursue your career?”
“Look, that was a long time ago. He wanted more than I could give at the time.” She smiled. “Now I can commit to him fully.”
“Are you sure he wants to commit to you?” He took her hand in his. “I mean, maybe he’s just leading you on so he can hurt you the way you hurt him.”
“Why are you doing this?” She pulled her hand away. “Micky isn’t like that. I know he still loves me.”
“If you say so.” He gave her a small smile. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt. You are my best friend. I care about you.”
“Thank you, but I can take care of myself.” She returned his smile. “Come on, let’s order, I’m starving.”
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Micky knew something was bothering Kristi. She had been quiet all through dinner, had hardly touched her food and was quiet all the way back to his house. They walked inside and he took her wrap. “Do you want something to drink?” He asked leading her into the sunken living room.
“No, thank you.” She sat down on the couch.
“Okay, that’s it.” He sat down next to her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She said quietly.
“I know something is bothering you, Kris.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “Please tell me what it is.”
“It’s nothing, really.” She looked over at him. “Just something Geary said to me today.”
“What did he say?” Micky asked.
“He said that maybe you were leading me on so you could hurt me the way I hurt you.” She sighed.
“What?” He exclaimed then quickly grabbed her hands. “Baby, you know that’s not true, don’t you?”
“I want to believe you.” She held onto his hands tightly.
“Listen to me, Kris.” He cupped her face. “I have been in love with you since the very first time I saw you. And I am even more in love with you now. I would never hurt you.” He softly kissed her lips.
“I know you wouldn’t.” She smiled. “I never should have doubted you. I love you too.” Then she returned his kiss. It started out so soft, so gentle and soon turned hot and hungry. His mouth made her dizzy.
Suddenly, Micky was standing and had Kristi in his arms carrying her upstairs to his bedroom. His lips never left hers; their tongues intertwined as soft moans escaped her throat. Together they fell on the bed, his hands sliding up her back to the top of her zipper as her fingers struggled with the buttons on his shirt. He dragged the zipper down pulling the dress off as he caressed her body. She slid her hands inside his shirt pushing it off of his strong shoulders. Their mouths were still fused in a scorching deep kiss.
Micky pulled back holding her at arms length and looking into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, his fingers tangling in her hair. “It’s been too long since we were together.” His voice was husky. “I need you.”
“Take me, Micky.” She blushed slightly. “Make me yours again.”
Their clothes were shed and forgotten quickly. Hands and mouths raced to touch, to posses. He drove into her with an urgency he had never felt before. The need rushed through him when normally he would have taken the time to savor and explore. She writhed under him, her soft moans turning animalistic as she drew him deeper inside her matching his violent speed. They rode higher and higher as he mouth once again crushed down on hers and then in a blinding climax they broke free together.
“Oh my…” They were the only words she could muster as she felt his body slide off of hers and then cuddle up next to her.
“I’ll second that.” He sighed happily, drawing her closer and nibbling her bare shoulder.
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