Reunion, Finding KK2 - Sex Stories

Reunion, Finding KK2

... loved him." She had a far away look in her eyes. I wondered if she had been with Baz or not, but I did not ask. I told her I caught a lot of shit from him and all the other guys. "The skinny, shy boy was dating the hottest piece…um, um, um...the hottest girl in school. They were so jealous." She laughed heartily at my 'almost' faux pas. "I did have quite a reputation back then, but it wasn't real, I just played it up." She said it was true that she had been with a few guys before me, "But, then you, there were no others until after I moved away." I asked about her mother. She said her mother had passed away several years ago, "Breast cancer. I moved back here to take care of her, took a job at Ridgewood and the rest is history." I could not take my eyes off her. "KK…look, I can't call you Katharine, you will always be KK to me," I continued. "How long were you married?" She told me it was almost too brief to even count as a marriage. "It was a colossal mistake, a brain fart. He was a charmer, romantic, always said the right things. What I did not know, I was not the only one he was saying those things to. I found out later he screwed a sorority sister at our wedding reception. What a low life bastard." I told her no one, especially her, deserved to be treated that way. "I was devastated when you left for college, never said goodbye, never heard from you." I said. "Every girl after that was just a one nighter and I moved on, did not want to get hurt again. Then came ...

... Danielle, knocked me off my feet. God I was so in love with her from the first time I laid eyes on her," I said as I began to cry. She moved closer to me, held me as I softly sobbed. "You really loved her, I can tell." It felt so good to be held by someone who had great affection for me, if not real love. It was comforting. "Sorry, it still stings, so unfair for her, for me, for everyone who knew her." I said I needed to stop this. I wanted to hear more about her life and talk about happier things. "No, you need to talk it out, that is part of the healing process, so talk, " she commanded. She was right, I had never really come to terms with my loss and blamed myself for moving back to Chicago. "If we had stayed in New England, she might still be alive," I said. "I wouldn't have been driving on the Dan Ryan and that awful accident would not have happened." I was sobbing uncontrollably, now. She was holding me tightly, kissing my head. "Let it all out, my sweet man, it's ok to cry." I was feeling so vulnerable, yet so relieved to be able to cry. I had not since the funeral. "Come with me, David," she said as she directed me to her bedroom. "Remember this room," she asked? "It looks a little different, but yes, I remember," I replied. She turned and kissed me. I was not expecting that. "KK, I can't, I want to but I can't. I don't want to use as if you were a consolation prize." "Ok, David, maybe it is too soon, but you have to know something, all these memories of us together are ...