Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... For a brief instant, I listened to the demons laugh in the other room.

She held me. There was nothing else to do. The feelings passed.

We made slow love in the morning, ending with a mutual orgasm. No tears this time. Just our eyes locked as we came together. Love healing the wounds of our connection.Patience and honesty, I thought.

We spent the morning drinking coffee as the sun rose, covering the loft with light. We talked. I told her I was scared I would never be enough for her. She was kind and patient and assured me she was going nowhere and I was more than enough for her. I reminded Melissa this was just for now; I didn't want a long-term commitment. Tears came for her, but also a tiny smile. She could read me better than anyone I've ever known.

"Babe, I'll take that any day and every day. Just let me love you today, and we can try again tomorrow, ok?"

I looked at her, so beautiful in the morning light in a fresh terry cloth robe. Ringlets of her messy hair moved with that personal wind machine of hers. Yet, it was her inner beauty that was disarming me.It was always that I thought. She was so formidable emotionally. Maybe not before, but I saw her now. I truly could see her.

I smiled. "Mel, that sounds like a good plan to me."

She giggled and added, "I'm starving. Would you please food fuck me now?"

I laughed out loud and went into the kitchen and did my thing. Scrambled eggs with organic butter but made slow, painfully slow; it was the French ...

... way. Simple Rustico bread toasted, with too much butter, quick fried cherry tomatoes and perfect avocado wedges with lime drizzle. Rough chunk cracked pepper and a dash of sea salt. The whole time I cooked, she just sat there, radiant in the morning light, watching me with love in her eyes.

One day at a time, I thought. No strings, no commitments, just a new journey with my best friend and lover.

Epilogue

We worked hard, the two of us. Mel was now taking shifts at the Rocket. She never went back to Cathy's store. They kept in touch, but everything that had happened had shifted the dynamic for them. She came down one day to hang with the new Mel. She took me aside and apologized. Ultimately, I knew she was trying to do the right thing. They were both just kids, really. She was proud of Mel.

The loft was our sanctuary, but pragmatically, having our ex-drug dealer down the hallway proved to be a challenge. After some more time, we started to discuss moving. We realized I could live anywhere, and she was starting over. She wanted to go back to school. So, we looked for a house near the city. This eventually led us my mistake to a home on a hill over a small lake. A strange find further than we had planned. She loved it. It was huge but very affordable, so we became country bumpkins together. Dog, cat, and all that.

We did do couples therapy, and in that room, we talked a lot about Ryan, what it meant to me, to her and what we needed to work on to heal and evolve. ...