My Life

==== Chapter Eight - Nat ====

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There was something about the lap of water on the shore that was soothing when a man's nerves were stretched taut. Todd and I had bought the house while still dreaming of opening our own company. The idea was that it would be a good investment to have for visiting clients as well as being a nice place for us when we wanted a change of scenery. The house had been a mess when we first bought it, and it had taken a lot of elbow grease to fix it up.

It was an investment I had never regretted. As well as having a better atmosphere than a hotel for visiting clients, it had also become my refuge. Anytime something was stuck in my head, I could come down here to the beach and let the ebb and flow of the waves work their magic on me. Generally I would come back much more calm and usually with whatever problem worked out.

Somehow I didn't think that would be the case this time. That's why I was still up at midnight drinking a brandy.

Despite the talk to myself about patience, I knew I had rushed things with Sheila last night. My patience had run out. Seeing her in another man's arms was the straw that broke the camel's back. I was tired of waiting. I was tired of watching Sheila date other men when I knew they weren't good enough for her. I was tired of not being the one to kiss her lips and touch her body.

So I finally took what I wanted. And ruined it all.

When Sheila finally came to, she had refused to look me in the eyes and couldn't seem to get me out of her apartment fast enough. Claiming she was tired and that her ankle hurt was her excuse for asking me to leave.

I poured myself my 3rd brandy in the past hour. I would have a hell of a hangover in the morning if I kept this up, but I was finding it hard to care.

When I turned around, Sheila was standing in the doorway. Her hair was damp and her clothes were rumpled, but she still took my breath away.

I was not going to get my hopes up that her showing up here meant unconditional surrender. I was feeling no pain, but I wasn't that drunk yet. I did allow myself the luxury of drinking in the sight of her as the silence stretched on. Sheila had come to me. Let her explain why.

Sheila glanced at the drink in my hand and then at the half-full bottle behind me. Smartly, she didn't comment on it, but instead chose another topic.

"Todd said I would probably find you here." Sheila took a deep breath and I could see her gathering herself. "Nat, what happened last night?"

I snorted as I dropped back into the leather chair that had been housing my frame all night.

"I believe it's called an orgasm, Sheila. It looked like it was a damn good one too." I speared her with a look before continuing, "And I was the one who gave it to you. Don't forget it."

I was being an ass again, but dammit, I was hurt. I had known Sheila since she was 4 years old and had never hurt her. But last night she chose to act like I had raped her and couldn't wait to get rid of me.

The look that passed over Sheila's face almost made me regret my flippancy. She didn't stay down for long though.

"Dammit Nat! That's not what I meant." Sheila ran a hand through her hair and paced over to the French doors that faced the ocean. Keeping her back to me, she started speaking in a low intense tone.

"Nat, what happened between us last night surprised me. You have never, in all the years I've known you, made any sort of move on me. Then, last night, you give me the best orgasm of my life. Tonight, Todd tells me you've wanted me since we were kids." Twirling around suddenly, Sheila stalked over to where I was sitting.

"Forgive me if I'm just a bit overwhelmed and confused by this whole thing. Suddenly the guy who has been my brother's best friend is staring at my naked body and making me think thoughts that I'm not sure will be reciprocated."

Sheila stood directly in front of my chair with her arms crossed over her chest and a fierce expression on her face. It was like being stared down upon by an Amazon princess. I was suddenly harder than I had been last night.

Staring at Sheila, I decided to lay my cards on the table.

"Sheila, I've wanted you since you hit puberty. I've been in love with you for at least that long. But you know what, maybe talking isn't what you need to convince you. Let's see if actions will work."

Saying that, I gave Sheila no chance to anticipate my actions. I laid my drink on the table beside the chair before standing up and stepping forward enough to put Sheila off balance. With a hand behind her back, I tripped her onto the couch and followed her down. When my body was resting on top of hers, I started to lick the sensitive spot behind her ear while my hands immediately went to her breasts. I had noticed the night before how sensitive her tits were and I loved the weight of them in my hands.

I lingered for a few moments as my lips captured hers and started to nibble. My objective though was to get Sheila naked as fast as I could and feast on her body. Perhaps that would give her an idea of what I felt for her.

I slid onto my knees on the floor next to the sofa. It only took a moment to lift the shirt over Sheila's head and slide her shorts and panties down her legs. I let my eyes slide over her skin followed closely by my hands. Sheila had beautiful soft skin that just begged for a man's touch. My touch.

Leaning down, I batted one nipple with my tongue while tugging and plucking on the other one. Sheila's arched back, and her loud moan told me more clearly than anything how she felt about what I was doing. I started alternating between her breasts, licking and sucking and raking my teeth lightly over her nipples until they were standing up begging for my touch. I'd suck one tit into my mouth and suck strongly while I used my fingers to pull on the other one.

Once Sheila started squirming beneath my hands, I began to trail my fingertips down her stomach. Lightly I circled the rim of her belly button before dipped my baby finger inside. Sheila's stomach muscles rippled and her hands suddenly clenched in my hair as my fingers made brushing contact with her pussy.

I was surprised with just how soaked Sheila was. The neat triangle of hair on her pussy was already wet with her desire. I tickled her clit with a fingernail before slowly sliding my finger into her hole. Sheila gasped and started to buck her hips against my hand hard. Finally releasing Sheila's nipple from my mouth, I watched her face and began to talk to her.

"How does that feel, Sheila? Do you like the feel of my hand buried inside of you? You are so wet for me. I love how hot you are. Cum for me, Sheila. Only me. Let me feel your pussy clench on my fingers. Show me how you feel for me."

I barely got the last word out of my mouth before I could feel Sheila's pussy walls contract on my fingers. She arched her back and started humping my hand faster than I could keep up. She was indescribably beautiful to me at the moment that she accepted her pleasure from me.

Sheila was still lightly humping my hand when she finally opened her eyes and looked at me. I was stunned to see how bright her eyes were. She wasn't crying, but she looked awfully close. I felt a flash of fear that everything was going to crumble around me.

"Oh my God, Nat. I love you too. Please make love to me."

I wasn't about to waste any time after hearing Sheila finally ask me to make love to her. Luckily, Sheila wasn't willing to waste any time either. She had hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pants and was tugging them down as I practically ripped my shirt off.

It was a mere minute later that I was rolling on a condom. Positioning myself between Sheila's thighs, I captured her face so that I could look into her eyes as I slowly buried myself in her. I felt the obstruction a half second too late. By the time I realized what had happened, I was already in Sheila to the hilt and the glimpse of pain I saw in her eyes had passed. I couldn't have stopped anyway. Sheila felt too tight and too wet around my dick for me to slow down, let alone stop.

I grit my teeth against the incredible pleasure as I pulled back from Sheila's clinging pussy. Taking a deep breath, I pushed back in. I was not going to last. Sheila felt too wonderful around my cock. Her pussy was still gently rippling from her last orgasm and I had waited entirely too long for this moment. It didn't help that Sheila was giving me a taste of my own medicine and was now talking to me.

"Nat, I love you. I do love you. I think I've been waiting for you this entire time, but just didn't know it. You feel so amazing inside of me. As if you belong. I can feel you so deep inside."

I leaned down and placed my lips over hers to stop the trip of words that were taking me over the edge. It was like closing the barn door after the horse had already escaped. Her words had already had the desired effect on me and I couldn't help but begin to speed up my thrusts.

All I could hope to do was take her with me.

Leaning back, I grabbed Sheila's legs and hooked them over my shoulders. The deepened penetration soon had Sheila gasping with every downstroke. I could feel the cum boiling up inside of me and knew I was at the end of my rope. Reaching around Sheila's legs, I started flicking her clit with my thumb. On the second stroke, Sheila started spasming around my cock. That was all it took to take me over the edge. I slammed into Sheila's pussy as my dick started shooting cum.

I was out of breath as I eased Sheila's legs off my shoulders and slumped down beside her. I also had to hear it one more time.

"Tell me again."

I watched her smile bloom. "I love you, Nat."

It was what I had been wanting to hear for years. I could still hear a bit of hesitancy in her voice though and could guess at the cause. My Sheila was very big on her independence.

Gripping her face between my hands, I dropped a quick kiss onto her lips before looking into her eyes.

"I love you too. Sheila, I'm not going to take your independence away from you. I don't want to take over your life. Just be a part of it. Will you let me be a part of your life? Let me share your life and love and bed?"

Sheila stared into my eyes, gauging my sincerity. Her nod and quick yes relieved my fear. With a mischievous look in her eyes, Sheila started to quote lines from a song I had heard her play before.

"They will tell you you can't sleep alone in a strange place. Then they'll tell you you can't sleep with somebody else. But sooner or later you sleep in your own space. Either way it's okay, you wake up with yourself."


I laughed and dove in for another quick kiss.

"And now you wake up with me. Don't forget to tell that Mark next door."

Sheila got an odd look on her face before saying, "I think he already knows."

I barely heard her as I pulled her to her feet and started shepherding her toward the bedroom. There was still a lot of night left.


=== finis ===

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