Orphans Of The Storm - Sex Stories

Orphans Of The Storm

... knew. I waited outside watching you through the window. I thought about leaving several times, but there was something deep inside me that held me there. I wanted you so much. When you got out of her chair I saw a male version of someone I already loved, and when we hugged you melted my heart. I couldn't help myself. I know it's wrong, but I've never felt like this before. I think you feel it too." She was right, I did feel it too. "So what now?" I was confused by my continuing desire for her. "I think I should go. I'm not being fair, but at least you know the truth now. I've been a fool, I'm sorry Pedro. Please forgive me." "But the tornado?" I reply, my heart arguing with my brain. She shrug's her shoulders and slowly opens the door, and without another word she's gone. Opening the last of my beer's I sit on the floor, my back pressed hard against the sofa. My head aches - I've drunk too much and I realise I've hardly eaten in twelve hours and I haven't slept in thirty-six. However, in my head it seems more like a week. It's all been a shock, I'm not used to all this. I've quickly fallen in love with the most beautiful woman in the world, then just as quickly I'd lost her. Looking towards the dresser I wonder if there's any whiskey inside. After a horrid night of disjointed dreams and uncomfortable imaginations, I awake to the early morning sunlight. It blind's my eyes and makes me feel sick. 'Self inflicted wounds.' I hear my mum laugh through my addled brain. She would ...

... know, she was an expert on hangovers. 'No time for self-pity Pedro' she'd say if she was here. So I head straight to the bathroom to relieve my bladder, and to drown my pain under the spray of a hot comforting shower. After some toasted bread and numerous cups of coffee, I feel almost human again. I steel myself for the first morbid task of the day. I can't suppress my surprise as I enter my mums bedroom, and laugh out loud in shock. Full boxes and loaded garbage bags are stacked neatly in one corner. The normal maelstrom of bulging wardrobes and cluttered draws are now completely empty, everything is clean, polished and spotless. I'd never seen it like this before. There is only one person who could have done this and I knew who it was. She had tried to shield my pain because she'd experienced the same pain herself. At that very moment I love her even more than I did before. I walk to the spare bedroom and found the complete opposite. It was as if yesterdays storm had crept into this room and thrown everything around. I'd been inside enough female bedrooms over the years, to know this was probably heaven for most women. The scent of her is everywhere, and my eyes are flooded by mirrors, hair brushes and a baffling array of make-up. Pots and potions fill almost every surface. Open and empty C.D cases lay around the floor, the discs either lost or hiding in the wrong case. I study cut-out photos of young men, that are haphazardly tucked into the edge of a picture frame. I'm ...