The Long Highway Pt. 32 - Sex Stories

The Long Highway Pt. 32

... to the woman I'd been with before her.

So I returned to Pam to work things out, really to find the right way, best timing to let her down, if I could. Yes, months passed, all the time Akemi on my mind.

If I tell you it was a hard time, understand that's an understatement.

I didn't want to hurt Pam and I did have feelings for her. But Akemi brought the change that was inevitable.

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We were in a party, anyway a gathering, and she was with a group of people, friends, family there who gave her support, and I saw I had no chance. After all, we'd agreed to be separate. It was a while since we'd met. And she looked happy enough, as if she'd accepted our separation and begun to adjust, live her life on her own.

But when I saw an opportunity, that she had stood up, was by herself a moment, about to take steps somewhere, I approached until we stood face to face, made our own space of communion, apart from the group whose conversation went on, no one noticing us.

"What?" she asked me with wonder.

"Are we still friends?" I asked.

"Yes!" she whispered forcefully.

"Forever?"

"Forever!" she said.

Enamored of each other, we advanced, still face to face, close, and lay down to talk, not caring who saw or if it was rude to ignore everyone else.

We'd regained our intimacy and were determined not to give it up again. I saw that other women in my life- Pam- would understand, would manage my withdrawal. It was clear that this, Akemi and I together, loving ...

... each other, was right, how things were meant to be.

Her long, slim body, smaller than mine but powerful, pressed to mine. I felt her shoulders, arms, even the size of her foot, on the long side proportionate to the rest of her body, maybe her only physical flaw and an endearing one. I saw I could and should be with her, that we would manage to mesh, find a way for our lives to work together because our love demanded it, would welcome who we were, she to me and me to her.

She was wearing something soft, dark grey, knit. Through it I felt the angularity of her shoulders I gripped gently, appreciating the remembered sensation, the quiet joy, the humming happiness of our being friends again, lovers still, as we lay on our sides, communing, talking but not needing many words- everything we had to say poured through us, was there in our closeness.

I remembered her feeling for words, especially those in English she was learning, how she felt their depth as a native who took them for granted wouldn't, how she used to say the word "forever," drawing forth all the poetry of it to hover in the air between us and drift off ever so slowly- no, it didn't dissipate; it remained part of the world we inhabited, atmosphere we breathed, invisible but there all around us, how her eyes looked then- opening her sense of wonder to mine, welcoming me in- then and now.

Our warmth, the softness and hardness connected gently and with full, unbridled strength.

Then I woke up to find I was ...