Tollie's Garden Pt.2 - Sex Stories

Tollie's Garden Pt.2

... cool,” I said, looking at it before I went over and pushed the pedal and saw the wheel spin slowly. He invited me upstairs for a glass of wine to celebrate my graduation. He even lit a few candles and we sat on the couch. I looked around his apartment, seeing the shadows on the wall from the candles and was still feeling high about the potter’s wheel and told him that was the best present I had ever been given. I knew then I wanted to learn how to be a potter. He poured us the wine and we clicked glasses and he said, “To life, friendship, poetry and pottery,” and when we clicked glasses, his smile, that sweet smile, melted my heart. We drank the wine and then he poured another glass. I was so happy being with him and getting the potter’s wheel, I was hesitant to ask him about Lark, but after the second glass of wine I asked, dreading the answer, “So, how was your visit with Lark?” “It was great,” he said, looking at me. “We had a wonderful time.” He took a sip of wine, lifted up the bottle and saw there was just a little left, poured a little more into my glass then the rest into his and I was desperate to find out more. I know he sensed why I was asking and took a sip of his wine. “We’re best friends and we love each other, but there is nothing romantic in our relationship. She grew up on Rainbow's End and lived in a house across from ours, and we’re like brother and sister. She’s an amazing person and we will always be best friends.” I was stunned at finding out I was ...

... wrong and stopped breathing. “Really? I thought for sure you were lovers.” “Nope, we’re definitely not lovers.” He chuckled. “We haven’t seen each other in over two years, but she had some time off from work and wanted to visit to see what I was up to. She’s the one who encouraged me to drop out of graduate school and just write, and now she’s engaged to another friend and I’m going to be best man at their wedding in August.” “Wow, that’s so cool.” Well, you can imagine how hearing that on top of getting a potter’s wheel made me the happiest person in the world, and I surprised myself by telling him I had been jealous of Lark. I was embarrassed when he laughed and said, “Really?” like he was surprised. He then did something that changed both of our lives. I will never forget this moment. He put on the second movement of the Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto. I was surprised at first but loved that he did that. We listened quietly to the slow, soft second movement and I knew it was going to happen. We kissed. He took my hand and we kissed gently. Then he put his arms around me and we kissed more passionately as if the music was speaking to us, leading us somewhere we would never return from. I wanted him like I had never wanted anything. My whole body was aching to feel him in me. He gently unbuttoned my blouse, touching my breasts, sending shivers throughout my body. We kissed gently then our lips pressed harder, more passionately. Our tongues were swirling. He slipped off my shirt and ...