Standing in the Purple Rain - Sex Stories

Standing in the Purple Rain

... I thought she would start driving but she didn’t put the car in drive. Instead, she looked at me and I mean shelooked at me.

“I am being very serious right now,” she said. “I have been given some really tough news and I hope that a conversation with you could be helpful. You look to me to be a mature and compassionate man and I don’t have someone in my life like that right now and I need it.”

I felt a little anxious hearing the intensity with which she just spoke but how was I going to say, “No thanks,” sitting in her car. So, I said what I thought she wanted to hear.

“I hope I can be helpful. I want to try.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Maybe we could go to my place. I don’t live far away and it would be quieter and more private. Is that OK with you?”

I nodded.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said as she went into the kitchen to make coffee.

You can learn a lot about a person by being in their home. Hers was very tastefully decorated and comfortable. There were large, striking pictures on her walls and a magnificent view of the lake in the distance through the big windows that ran the full length of the room. Her living room furniture was three couches arranged around a large coffee table. There were Persian style pillows and throws carelessly placed on the couches and the whole place smelled like jasmine or some other Indian spice.

You can learn a lot more about a person when you learn what they are reading, and amidst the art books strewn across the table ...

... were two paperbacks about battling cancer. Her comments all made sense to me now. I picked up one of them just as she came back into the room and I turned to her. She immediately knew that I knew and she too hurriedly placed the tray she was carrying on the table and started filling the cups.

“I am so sorry."

She turned her eyes down and I could see tears running down her cheeks. “I just got the news a few weeks ago and it hasn’t really sunk in, I don’t think.”

She wiped her eyes and looked up. “If I believed in a god, I would say that our meeting this morning was preordained, but I don’t believe and this recent news has just confirmed the reasons why.”

I looked straight at her and quietly said, “You should know that my wife died of cancer two years ago. Not to be arrogant but I think I might know a little of what you are up against.”

She took some time to share with me her personal history of a rough upbringing, two failed marriages and the damage all that had on her self-esteem.

“For the last ten years, I have withdrawn from people and let work take over my life,” she shared. “And now this. Jesus.” Then she shared some details about her diagnoses and the time she was told she had left.

“You know how people say that they have no regrets when they die? Well, that’s not true for me right now. I have many. I was successful in my work and made lots of money, but so what? I shut myself off from people because I feared that they would hurt me. I wouldn’t let ...