Finding It - Sex Stories

Finding It

... doors and look out to the view of the town. It is a quiet evening and now that the sun has set, I can see the streetlights in the twilight sky. It is peaceful and the moon is shining brightly in the navy abyss. He reappears next to me, handing over a glass of clear pink wine. “Thank you,” I say, taking a sip. I let the alcohol sit on my tongue and allow the fruitiness of it glide down my throat. “You’re welcome." “I hope you didn’t leave the reunion on my account,” I awkwardly say. “No, it’s fine. Besides, everyone seemed to be having a good time,” he said. I look into my glass, knowing that feeling all too well - of everyone moving on ahead of me. “I saw Ben there,” I quietly say, referring to my former BFF and the boy who I thought would be in my life forever. “So did I,” Mark says, his tone hardening slightly. “Have you spoken to him since prom?" Looking up, there is a look of expectancy in his eyes. I smile at the assumption. “He emailed a couple of times and met up for coffee, but nothing really recovered from that night. Besides, he has his wife to make him happy." “I would say I’m sorry to hear that but that would be a lie,” he smiles, causing me to smile in return. “I appreciate your honesty,” I softly say, taking a sip of wine. "So, how have you been?” he asks. His question causes my smile to falter, which he immediately picks up on and straightens up ever-so-slightly. “Fine. Considering,” I start, walking further onto the balcony to sit on the comfy chairs on the ...

... deck. He joins me on the chair next to me. “Considering what?” “My mom had an accident shortly after I graduated,” I reply. Mark’s face falls, moving to sit closer to me. “Oh, Beth. I’m really sorry - what happened?" “A drunk driver crashed into her and broke her leg. She got stuck in a wheelchair and couldn’t go back to work, so I moved back home to take care of her." “How is she now?" “She is okay, thanks. She is out of the wheelchair but I haven’t been able to find work. No-one wants to hire a graduated psychologist,” I add, saddened. “I’m really sorry to hear that,” he says, before moving to sit a little closer towards me. “Are you… seeing anyone?" My eyes dart up, surprised at the question. Part of me wants to lie out of spite but in the end, I realise that wouldn’t change anything. “No, not really. My mom has taken up most of my time. Tonight was the first night away I’ve had in months." “I see,” he starts, sitting back. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for my next question. “Yourself?" Looking at me, he drinks the remains of his glass and places it on the table in front of us. “No. I have dated but…there is no-one special in my life right now,” he murmurs. “I would have thought that you have settled down with someone by now." “Yeah, well - I thought the same. Maybe I should have settled down with someone a long time ago,” he adds wistfully, before turning his gaze directly at me. Those green eyes pierce right through me and I cannot hide the thumping beat of my ...