The Long Absence: Allen's Story - Sex Stories

The Long Absence: Allen's Story

... He offers to pay the cab driver as he reaches down for his cane, but is told his ride is free. He turns around and is smothered by Robin's embrace. The hold each other for what seemed like 10 minutes, before walking inside, holding hands. She helped sit on the couch and took his cane. She looked different, he thought. She was 57 the last time he saw her. She looked 47, but now, she is 62 and he could see age catching up with her. No longer did she look 10 years younger, but maybe only 5 – like someone in their late 50s. Her hair was dyed light brown with blonde highlights and cut short. She still had a great figure, as she still exercised regularly. Allen looked different too. Studies in photography have shown that war ages people. Photos taken of soldiers before their deployment show slightly younger and fresher faced individuals. In a matter of a couple years, some of them appear to have aged quite a bit. Stress, anxiety, and environmental extremes can do that. "So when do I get to meet him?" he asked after several more minutes of hugs on the couch. "Ha! Soon, I supposed. He's out of town until next week." She answered; referring to the boyfriend she had told Allen about on his latest phone call. "Well...alright." He chuckled, looking down, still holding her hand. They talked for hours; he told her everything about what had happened to him. The leg injury, discharge, everything. It was a wonderful feeling to be back here with her. As dinner time approached, Robin got up ...

... to head toward the kitchen to warm up some leftovers for them. He followed her and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her, resting his hands on her flat stomach. He was taller than he was at 18. He grew several inches, reaching a height of 6 foot 3. Robin noticed he was more muscular too, very muscular. She reached up to place a hand on the tricep of his left arm. He held her for a minute or so as the microwave finished its task. She leaned back into him and closed her eyes. He leaned down and nuzzled into her neck, as he gently rubbed her stomach. Thoughts of his 18th birthday popped into her mind. She smiled slightly as she thought about what else might've grown. "Can I stay here with you?" he whispered. "I'm don't know if I can see her yet..." He trailed off and Robin opened her eyes, turning around to look him, she smiled weakly. "Sweetie, listen, we need to talk about her. Come and sit." He followed her into the living room, sitting on the couch, holding her hand. "Gosh, you look so much like your grandfather....more so now, than when I last saw you." He just smiled and nodded. Robin continued. "Your mother is a different woman now. Completely different. You leaving was a very difficult situation for all of us, but her especially. She's battled depression, and feelings of failure." She sighed and continued on. "I really need you to let that anger and resentment go. Ok? It's not healthy and she is nothing like that person you knew. She's been going to therapy for ...