A funny thing happened... pt 4 - Sex Stories

A funny thing happened... pt 4

... ever been?" I shook my head. "Well, there wasn't much to do on the off-days, so a group of us decided to head out to Bryce for this two-day hike. It started at one of the trailheads and went—I don't know—up onto another part of the park where this guy was going to meet us with a van and take us back. Anyway, we hiked all day, and we camped for the night on this ridge, I guess you'd call it. One of the guys in the company who was with us—young guy, or younger than me at any rate—had just got engaged, and he was in LOVE with a capital "Luh." He quickly became just staggeringly boring on the subject: love is God's way of manifesting himself to man, a man and a woman perfectly in love don't have to eat or sleep to be perfectly happy, just on and on and on." bit.ly/HoTS3x "So it just so happened that I woke up first that morning. I got up a little before sunrise—we'd slept in our clothes—stretched, and headed off to this little copse of trees to—you know—pee, explore a little, just get away from the group for a bit, particularly from our resident bore. So I'm wandering through the trees in this sort of blue-gray light, and all of a sudden, I'm through the copse and looking out over a cliff into a valley. I guess I was facing south, because as I stood there looking out, the sun peaked above the horizon and warmed the left side of my face, and the air was cool, the view was breathtaking, and there was almost no sound, maybe some wind, birds, but nothing...noticeable. And I stood ...

... there feeling young and strong and awake and alone and warm enough and cool enough and not hungry or thirsty, and all of a sudden I started thinking back to boring guy and his endless description of how great love feels, and I thought to myself: This wins. Hands down. There are all sorts of terrific feelings in the world: love's probably one of them, but so is nailing an O'Carolan tune on the violin, or sex, or booking a job, or singing "Who Will Buy", or eating corn fresh from the stalk, or I don't know what all else. But nothing will ever feel more perfect than this does. He continued, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "I've had a good and a lucky life, you know? I've done a lot of things that I've enjoyed, taken pleasure in all kinds of stuff. But nothing ever beat that moment alone on that cliff in the sunrise. And then you kissed me...tonight when you came in to start that little rehearsal or whatever it was. I hadn't known what to expect, and I just stood there, holding you, kissing you. And all of a sudden...I was happier...more...alive, maybe, even than I had been on that day. Turns out boring guy was right: love won. Or anyway you won, Ginny. You beat the sunrise. And I kept kissing you, because I never wanted to let go of how happy I was with you, and how good you made me feel. So...does that answer your question?" 23. I hadn't been crying for long when he stopped speaking, but the tears just kept coming, silent, gentle, no sobs, no heaves, no sniffs, forming a ...