Community Involvement Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 14

... “Liar.” She laughed. “Well, I only hope you leave the best bits of you for me, that’s all.” “Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” “And Daph?” “What is this? Twenty questions?” She turned to look at me to see if I was mucking about or not. I greeted her with a huge cheeky grin. “Yes, I’ve had my way with Daph,” I told her in a voice that suggested capitulation to her questioning. “I thought so.” She replied, a smug look on her face. “Not that it matters. I will leave questioning on those fronts for another time.” I stroked her hair as she laid her head on my thigh. “How long have we been together? You know… um….” I knew the answer but could not think of another way to lead into what I had on my mind. "Fucking each other’s brains out?” she offered with a cheeky smile. "Yes. Thank you," I laughed. "That is exactly the term I was looking for. Well, not exactly, but it certainly cuts to the chase.” "Since late January, so that makes it only a few months." "In that short span of time we have done some amazing things together. Things that I would never have dreamt of doing with you-know-who." “Hmmm, we certainly have.” Her purr told me she was delightfully replaying some of those moments over in her mind as we spoke. “Plus we have talked like I would never have dreamt of doing with my you-know-who." We both laughed at that. "Michelle," I said quietly, "I want to tell you something. It’s more of a need than a want. A combination of both? Oh, I don;t know, it doesn’t matter. ...

... Look, it’s something that I have never told anyone about, ever .” "You know you can tell me anything, Ray." She sat up, sipped her champagne and watched me with a special sparkle in her eye over the rim of her glass. "Yes, I know. In fact I would go as far as to call you my sole-mate and in reality my only true friend. I really mean that." I had to quickly bite my lip and look away. An almighty well of emotion brewed up suddenly from deep within me and I could feel my self-control start to slip. The hurt of uttering those words and the reality behind them was all consuming. Michelle just remained where she was, realising that I needed to get this off my chest. Her hand sort mine. Her gentle touch the only physical comfort she could give lest I get cold feet and clam up. With a sudden shake of my head, I gathered my composure and told her my story. It involved an internet chat room and a girl from Birmingham in England and dated back some twelve years earlier. It started as a fanciful meeting a couple of times a week but quickly grew and, to my surprise, she turned out to be actually who she said she was. It lasted a year and we were very much in love with one another, as much as the internet would allow. However, with the pending birth of my daughter (child number three) and the UK girl her finding a real-life partner, we parted company, just like that. As quickly as it had started, it ended, at her bequest. Those two events (the pending birth and parting), coupled with the ...