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Once and Future Lovers, Part 3 of 3
(MF, rom, cheat, oral)
By Paul Story [PaulStory77@nospamforme.aol.com]
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/paulstory/www
FINAL VERSION, 20/Feb/2004 07:56
DISCLAIMER: Don't read if you're under eighteen, or if the laws in your
very repressive jurisdiction would suggest that you not read smutty
stories such as this one.
As always, much love to my favorite chocolate-coated proofreader, Girl
Friday (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Girl_Friday/www), for her proofing
assistance, particularly for weeding out the 3000 extra commas I always
insert into a story!!
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After a few confused moments, Ed Martin realized the specifics of his
situation.
It was 3:13 AM in a hotel room in Charlotte, North Carolina. He was
naked, and had to pee.
And curled up next to him was Christine Frasier, his high-school
girlfriend.
*Oh God,* Ed thought. *I've cheated on my wife.* Ed never thought he
would be one of those kind of guys, a typical jerk who used business
trips away from home as an excuse to fuck around.
But yet, here he was.
He tried to rationalize it in his mind, telling himself that Chrissy
was a special case, a once-in-a-lifetime thing, that seeing her again
after all these years had been too much temptation for him to resist.
It was rationalization, plain and simple. And Ed knew it.
Either way, he still really had to pee.
Ed eased himself slowly out of the bed, trying not to wake Chrissy.
Still naked, he padded to the bathroom and took care of business as
quietly as possible.
Returning from the bathroom, Ed stopped at the foot of the bed and
tried to decide what to do next. Surely he couldn't climb back into
bed now, could he?
Last night had been a situation that got out of control. Chrissy's
hands, the beers Ed drank at dinner, her confession about her not-so-
perfect marriage - all of those things had been gasoline thrown on the
fire, and it had erupted.
But now, with a clearer head, Ed knew he couldn't just climb back into
bed with Chrissy. His only decision was whether to wake Chrissy and
tell her, or just gather up his clothes, get dressed, and sneak out.
Chrissy.
He stared at her, on her back, sleeping unawares. She was still
gorgeous, even more beautiful then when they were in high school.
Apparently warm during the night, she had pushed the bed sheets down
below her knees. Her legs were long and tanned below her grey athletic
shorts. Her white sleeveless tee had ridden up, exposing a smooth,
taut stretch of stomach. Her breasts pushed up against the tee,
nipples visible beneath the fabric. Her face looked peaceful in sleep,
her blonde curls messy and splayed out on the pillow.
Ed stood there, watching her sleep, literally frozen with indecision.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when Chrissy spoke, her eyes still
closed.
"Eddie, are you going to stand there all night, or are you getting back
in this bed?"
"Geez, Chrissy, you scared me half to death," Ed exclaimed.
Chrissy opened her eyes, propping herself up in the bed. "Sorry," she
said, sheepishly. "I woke up when you got out, and I could tell you
were standing there."
Her eyes widened as they adjusted to the dim light, and she whistled
softly as her gaze fell on Ed's still-naked form. "Quite a sight to
wake up to, by the way," she said.
Ed's eyes were glued to hers as they traveled down his body, lingering
on his crotch. He felt his cock start to stiffen under her attention,
and his blush mimicked hers.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, facing away from her. "Chrissy... we
need to talk."
She sat up in the bed, pulling her legs out from under the sheet and
sliding them around his body. Ed's cock hardened further as he felt
her smooth calves sliding against his thighs.
"Talk, Eddie? Are you sure that's what we should do?" she asked,
wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers danced over his
chest, lingering briefly at each nipple.
Ed moaned softly. "Chrissy... " he started.
"Hmm?" she said, in an innocent tone. She started nipping at his neck
with her lips, and Ed moaned again.
"I don't think... I mean it's just that... "
Chrissy was still nibbling on his neck and earlobes as Ed tried to
finish a sentence, her hands roaming across his chest and stomach.
"It's just not a good - oh!"
"Don't worry," Chrissy whispered into his ear, her hands on his erect
cock. "Tonight is our night... so just go with it."
With that, Ed surrendered his internal struggle. He turned around and
pushed Chrissy back further, towards the middle of the bed.
Sitting between her thighs, his legs straddling hers, Ed leaned in to
kiss Chrissy's upturned lips. Her kiss felt like it did so many years
ago, her texture, her smell, her taste so instantly recognizable as her
own.
She moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced, hands roaming all
over each other's back. Ed's fingers found the hemline of her shirt
and pulled up insistently, until she broke their kiss and raised her
arms over her head.
Ed pulled the tee off and gazed at Chrissy's naked breasts for the
first time in over a decade. They had changed very little, slightly
heavier maybe, but still resisting gravity to an impressive degree.
He moved his hands to her chest slowly, still afraid this was a dream
he'd wake from. Chrissy arched her back when Ed's hands came into
contact with her breasts, his thumbs playing over her already erect
nipples.
She groaned as he rolled each one between his thumb and forefinger,
thrusting her pelvis against Ed's own. He felt his cock stiffen even
further as the cotton fabric of Chrissy's shorts rubbed against him.
"God, Chrissy," he breathed. Moving his head to her chest, he sucked
one of her nipples into his mouth, toying with it with his tongue. He
heard her breath catch and felt her hands on the back of his head,
clutching him to her breast.
He tongued all around her erect nipple, then moved to the other, giving
it the same treatment. Chrissy was gasping now, still thrusting her
crotch against Ed's.
Placing one hand between her heaving tits, Ed eased her back down to
the bed, pulling her legs straight out on each side of his body, her
knees at the edge of the bed. Pulling at the drawstring of her shorts,
he glanced at Chrissy's face. Her eyes were closed and a blush was
coloring her porcelain cheeks.
Slowly, teasingly, Ed untied the drawstring on her shorts, then moved
his hands to her waistband, pulling down gently. She raised her hips
off the bed to help as he pulled her shorts down and off, leaving her
clad only in a pair of black silk panties.
"Verrrry sexy," he said, tracing a fingertip across her panty-covered
pubis. Chrissy said nothing, just gasped from the touch of his finger.
Ed knelt on the floor next to the bed and moved his face closer to her
crotch. He could smell her arousal as he breathed deeply, the scent
sending electrical pulses directly to his groin. He rained light,
teasing kisses across the front of her panties, causing Chrissy to
writhe on the bed.
Slowly, his kisses became firmer, more insistent, moving towards the
junction of her thighs. He licked up the inside of Chrissy's left
thigh, tasting the tangy sweat from her skin, his tongue skimming along
the edge of her panties, centimeters from her wet pussy. He repeated
the process on her right thigh, sliding his tongue right up to the edge
of her panties. Chrissy's hips were rolling off the bed now, desperate
for additional contact.
Ed moved his fingers to the edge of her underwear, and gradually pulled
the crotch aside. In the pre-dawn light of the room, he could hardly
see her pussy, but the scent was overwhelming and he had to taste her.
Sliding his mouth over her thigh again, this time Ed didn't stop,
moving his lips and tongue across her wet pussy lips.
Chrissy shuddered and moaned. "Oh, Eddie... "
From the first taste, Ed was addicted. Her pussy was sweet and clean
and he couldn't get enough. Ed swiped his tongue up and down her
dripping slit in long passes, swiping by her clit at the top of each
stroke.
Her panties started to get in the way. Ed pulled his head out of her
crotch long enough to pull them down and off, tossing them onto the
floor. He pushed on Chrissy's thighs, spreading her legs to an obscene
angle, then dove back in.
Chrissy was writhing and moaning his name on the bed, her fingers
clutching at his hair. Ed's wife Donna was never this responsive
during oral and seemed to tolerate it only for Ed's sake. Chrissy, on
the other hand, was quite obviously enjoying herself and not shy about
letting him know.
"Yes, God yes, Eddie," she gasped when Ed tentatively slipped one
fingertip to her opening. She was hot and tight. Ed felt resistance
as he pushed his finger deep inside Chrissy's pussy, his tongue still
working her clit, which was now protruding from her lips.
"Oh oh oh," Chrissy gasped, moaning incoherently as Ed licked and
finger fucked her, twisting his digit inside her tight vise. When he
bent his finger and curled it upwards slightly, that set her off.
"Eddieeeeeeeeeee," she shrieked, loud enough that Ed worried about the
people in the room next door. "Oh oh oh oh!" Chrissy cried as she
came, coating Ed's face and hand with a gush of wetness, her hips
bucking off the bed. It was all Ed could do to keep his face and hand
on her pussy.
Ed slowed down his pace for just a few seconds, letting her come down
from her orgasm as his tongue still idly worked her pussy, his finger
still buried inside her to the second knuckle. Looking up her body, he
saw Chrissy's eyes were still tightly closed, her hands firmly
clutching her breasts.
When he saw her grip relax a little bit, he started thrusting his
finger inside her hot furnace of a pussy, slowly, in very short
strokes. His tongue worked faster across her upper lips.
"Eddie? What... oh, that feels so good!"
Ed pulled her clit into his mouth with his lips and trilled it with his
tongue. His finger strokes pounded faster and faster into Chrissy, her
pussy getting wet again with fresh arousal. He pulled his finger
nearly all the way out and placed a second fingertip at her entrance.
When he thrust them both in, Chrissy yelped and threw her head back on
the bed. Ed finger-fucked her faster and faster; his lips securely
fastened to her clit.
Her breath got faster and faster as Ed moved his other hand up her
body. When it reached her chest, Chrissy grabbed his hand with both of
hers and pulled it to her right breast, clutching him there. Ed rolled
her erect nipple between his fingers, pulling and pinching at it.
That did it. Chrissy shrieked his name again, bucking her pelvis into
his face, her release gushing out of her pussy.
Ed's cock was an iron rod trapped between his body and the bed. He
knew he had to fuck her. Standing up, he moved between her thighs.
Chrissy wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass
cheeks.
"Oh Eddie, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"
Fisting his cock, Eddie slid the head of his cock up and down through
Chrissy's labia a few times. She was so hot and wet, the sensation was
almost more than he could bear. His glans slipped between her lips and
into her pussy, and they moaned in unison with each other.
Ed rocked his hips forward slowly, pushing into Chrissy centimeter by
agonizing centimeter. Her heels pulled insistently at his ass, trying
to pull him inside her faster, but Ed was trying to pace himself. He
felt dangerously close to a quick orgasm and he didn't want to relive
THAT aspect of his teenager years.
Easing into her, Ed kept his deliberate pace until he was entirely
inside her, his balls nestled against her ass, her sparse pubic hair
mingled with his. He held himself there for a minute, getting used to
the sensations. She was tight, so very tight and hot. Ed closed his
eyes, reveling in the feeling.
When he opened them again, he saw Chrissy looking at him, smiling
fondly. "Did you ever think we'd be doing this?" she asked, her eyes
flickering downward to where their bodies were joined.
"Never," Ed said, shaking his head. "I dreamt about it. I masturbated
to it. But I never thought it would actually happen. I guess
sometimes fantasies come true," he said, flexing his cock inside
Chrissy.
"Ohhhh," she said, closing her eyes again and squeezing his cock with
her pussy. "Fuck me, Eddie. Fuck me good - it's been so long."
Briefly wondering what she meant by that, Ed forgot about it quickly
when he started to stroke in and out of Chrissy. He pulled his cock
all the way out of her then thrust it in deeply; in and out, in long
strokes They quickly settled into a rhythm, his cock making wet noises
as he plunged in and out.
The tingling in his balls and abdomen was growing more insistent, and
Ed knew this wouldn't be long fuck. Still thrusting into her, he moved
one hand to Chrissy's pelvis. Trailing his fingers through her soft
pubic hair, Ed moved his thumb to her clit and started rubbing gently.
The effect was immediate, as Chrissy started thrusting her hips harder
and faster back against him. "Oh Eddie... get... get on top of me, please
please."
She scooted back onto the bed at a proper angle as Eddie eased his legs
off the floor and onto the bed. Settling down on top of her, he re-
entered her tight pussy. Ed kissed her face gently as her hands
grabbed his ass.
"Chris? Are we, is this, you know... safe?" he asked, flexing his cock
inside her once again.
"Ohhhhhh, I like that," Chrissy moaned. "But yes, I'm on the pill, so
fuck me fuck me, Eddie."
Ed resumed his long, thrusting strokes, this time alternating with
short, fast ones. Chrissy's hands clutched at his ass cheeks, running
her fingernails across them. He wondered if she'd leave permanent
marks. Faster and harder, he thrust into her, feeling his balls
boiling up to the point of no return.
"Eddie, I'm gonna come agaaaaiiinnnn," Chrissy shrieked.
"Oh god, me too Chrissy baby," Ed moaned.
She went first, but just barely, her pussy spasming around Ed's cock.
It was enough to send him over the edge. He thrust all the way into
her, holding there while his cock exploded, sending spurt after spurt
deep into her.
"Ahhhhhh," he moaned as he collapsed on top of her, his head next to
hers.
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<beep beeeeeeeep beep>
<beep beeeeeeeep beep>
Once again, Ed Martin woke up confused, then slowly realized where he
was.
He was on top of Chrissy Edwards, his cock still nestled between her
thighs and sticky with their combined fluids.
<beep beeeeeeeep beep>
<beep beeeeeeeep beep>
"Eddie, what is that?" Christine said sleepily, her voice next to his
ear bringing goose bumps to his body.
"My phone," he said, rolling off her slowly. "I use it to wake me up
in hotel rooms. It must be 7:30."
Ed moved his feet to the floor and stood up, somewhat unsteadily. On
Chrissy's desk, next to his CD case, his phone was still chirping. He
turned it off.
Naked, Chrissy stretched in the bed. Her long legs seemed to get
longer, her breasts moving as she stretched her arms over her head. It
was an entrancing sight and Ed couldn't look away.
"Sure you can't come back to bed?" she asked, a mischievous look in her
eyes.
Ed shook his head, slowly, sadly. "I wish. But I've got to be on the
convention floor at 8:30. Can we have dinner tonight?"
Now it was Chrissy's turn to shake her head. "Eddie... I can't. I
have to go back to Atlanta this afternoon."
Ed's heart sunk into his toes. Of course she had to go back, back to
her husband, her stepson -- back to her life. Ed himself was flying
back to California in two days, back to his life.
"I - I mean, can't we at least have lunch, or something?" Ed asked,
grasping at straws. "I can get someone to cover for me at the
convention for an hour or so."
Chrissy smiled. "I'd like that. I can leave for Atlanta after lunch."
They made plans to meet in the hotel's restaurant at noon, and Ed
dressed to head back to his room. Leaving Chrissy with a quick peck on
the cheek, he went back to his own room, showered, and headed for the
convention center.
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All morning he was distracted on the show floor, and his customers
probably noticed. He couldn't stop thinking about Chrissy, about what
a coincidence it was to meet her again after all these years.
Or was it fate?
And if it was, could he just let her walk out of his life? He might
never see her again...
*Ed, get a grip,* he reminded himself. *You're married, she's
married.*
Still, he couldn't stop wondering what life with Chrissy would be like.
He found himself reminiscing about the last time he had pondered this
very question.
May 1993
Stanford, California
Ed Martin paced the tiny floor of his dorm room, over and over again.
*Just make the call, Eddie,* he admonished himself.
He sat down on the bed, stared at the phone for five minutes, then got
up and started pacing again.
He had to tell her. There was no other option. He had to tell Chrissy
he wasn't coming home for the summer.
Ed knew that this would be the end of whatever relationship they had
left. He hadn't seen Chrissy since last summer, when he left for
college. She had been out of town when he came home for Christmas
break, and that was the only time he'd been back home all year. Plane
fare was just too expensive.
Still, in letters and phone calls, they had promised to spend the
summer together, "to see what happens."
*But really, what can happen?* Ed wondered. He'd had his doubts since
March when Chrissy told him she was staying close to home, to go to
school at UGA next year. She'd been accepted to other schools,
including Stanford, but told Eddie she "didn't want to move so far
away."
Two weeks later, when Ed was offered a summer internship at a software
company, he accepted it. The work would be interesting and would look
great on his resume, but Ed wondered if he took the job just out of
spite.
In any case, it had been a month, and he had to tell Chrissy.
But he still had his doubts. Was he making a mistake? What if Chrissy
were his soulmate? What if they were meant to be together? He could
go home for the summer and "see what happened." If things went well,
he could always transfer to Georgia Tech or even UGA in a semester or
two. Both had excellent computer science departments.
"But why should I make all the sacrifices?" he wondered aloud. "Why
doesn't she come to school out here to see if we're meant to be
together?"
Still kind of angry, he picked up the phone and dialed Chrissy's
number.
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At the Charlotte Convention Center, Eddie shook his head and frowned at
the memory. *Maybe I shouldn't have called angry,* he thought. Things
might have been different.
*But what can I do now?* Ed wondered. *Rush back to the Marriott, beg
Chrissy to come back to California with me, tell Donna I want a divorce
to marry my high school sweetheart?*
Ed shook his head. I'm just being nostalgic, he reasoned. It was nice
to see Chrissy, last night was amazing, but that was the end of it.
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Across town, Chrissy Frasier was undergoing her own internal struggle.
*What, am I going to divorce Mike to marry my high school sweetheart?
I'm being ridiculous.*
*I should have gone to California ten years ago when I had the chance,*
she thought, forcefully slamming clothes into her suitcase.
*Now it's too late. But then... it wouldn't have been.*
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May 1993
Atlanta, Georgia
Chrissy Edwards sat in her room, the tears drying on her face. She had
been so angry, so sad, so frustrated in the last hour since getting off
the phone with Eddie. She couldn't believe he wasn't coming home for
the summer. After everything she'd planned, everything she'd hoped for
from this summer.
Yet, she couldn't help but admit that she saw his point. Why should he
bother coming home, rekindling their relationship? In August, she'd be
going to Athens, he'd be going back to Stanford. Did she want to have
a relationship across 3000 miles for the next three years, maybe
longer?
In the back of her mind, Chrissy had hoped that if this summer went
well, Eddie might come back home - transfer to Tech, or UGA.
*But that's not really fair to him,* Chrissy's conscience told her.
*Why should he move back here when you're not willing to move there?*
Exhausted, and with no answers to the questions in her head, Chrissy
turned off her bedroom light. Not even bothering to change clothes,
she climbed under the bed sheets.
Feeling like she'd lost something precious, Chrissy quietly cried
herself to sleep.
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Chrissy wiped a tear away from her eye. The memory of how heartbroken
she'd been still brought her to tears.
Looking around the room, she made a decision. *There's nothing more to
be decided from talking to Eddie,* she reasoned. *He's not going to
leave his life, I'm not going to leave mine.* Picking up her suitcase,
she left the room for good.
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Walking into the hotel's casual restaurant right at noon, Ed looked
around at the diners. He did not see Chrissy.
"Mr. Martin?" the hostess asked. When Ed nodded, she continued. "A
Ms. Frasier said you'd be in about noon. She left this for you," the
hostess said and handed him a folded piece of paper.
Ed walked out of the restaurant, his heart sinking as he stared at the
piece of paper. "Eddie" was written on it in Chrissy's girlish, curvy
handwriting.
"She left without saying goodbye," Ed said quietly. He couldn't
believe it.
He opened the note, his emotions changing as he read its contents.
"Dearest Eddie,
Since we might not see each other again for a while, I doubt that lunch
is what either of us really wants.
Come upstairs to your room. I'll be waiting.
Yours, Chrissy."
Ed practically ran to the elevator and down the eighth-floor hallway,
hoping no one noticed the sudden hard-on he'd developed.
He unlocked and opened the door to 816. When he saw Chrissy inside, he
quickly closed and locked the door behind him.
She was buck naked, sitting in the room's easy chair, facing the door.
One shapely leg was propped up on the matching ottoman, her other leg
slung over the arm of the chair. Her nipples were erect and her chest
flushed while one hand played between her thighs. Ed could smell her
musk from where he stood, frozen just inside the door.
"Hi Eddie," she said, her voice thick with arousal and making his cock
lurch inside his pants.
"I got started without you," she purred. "I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," he said. "But don't you think we need to talk? I mean...
"
Chrissy held up her palm. Standing from the chair, she sauntered over
to him and placed one finger on top of his lips. He could smell her
pussy on her own finger and he opened his mouth to suck on her
fingertip, tasting her.
"Eddie," she said. "We can talk, but you've probably been having the
same conversations in your head all morning that I have. I don't want
to leave my husband, do you want to leave your wife?"
Ed shook his head, frowning.
"So, there we are. Let's have one more afternoon to remember, instead
of wasting it with conversations that won't get us anywhere."
Ed nodded, and let her undress him. When he was as naked as she was,
his cock jutting out obscenely from his body, he let Chrissy lead him
to the bed.
She eased him down onto the bed, on his back, then climbed over him and
straddled his knees. Bending her head down, she brushed his cock and
balls with her blonde curls, which tickled and aroused him at the same
time.
Bending lower, she extended her tongue and licked the entire length of
his cock, swirling her tongue around his throbbing shaft. He groaned
when she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside. She
bobbed up and down on his dick, her fingertips playing across his shaft
and the base of his cock, curling underneath to caress his tightening
balls.
Ed felt a flash of disappointment when Chrissy pulled her mouth off his
cock, then quickly realized she was just repositioning herself.
Turning around on the bed, she swung one leg over his torso, straddling
his upper chest, then inched her pelvis backwards until her pussy was
mere inches from Ed's face.
As he felt her mouth return to his cock, Ed got a closer look at
Chrissy's pussy, something that had been denied to him last night. He
put his hands on her cheeks and used his thumbs to gently spread her
lips apart. He felt her moans vibrating up and down the shaft of his
cock.
Spreading her apart further, Ed leaned his head in and extended his
tongue, tasting her folds. Her moans got louder, more insistent, along
the length of his cock. Darting his tongue in and out of her pussy, Ed
tasted every part of her, running his tongue in long strokes from her
clit all the way down. Meanwhile, she was furiously sucking on his
cock, her blonde curls cascading across his pelvis, his shaft firmly
gripped in her tight fist.
She pumped his lower shaft while her lips and tongue worked on his
upper shaft and glans. Swirling her lips around the head of his cock
she took him in deeper, the head of his cock bumping against the back
of her throat.
"Oh yes Chrissy," Ed gasped. She felt his voice resonating through her
pussy. His tongue re-fastened itself to her clit, while his thumbs
massaged her labia, faster and faster. He slipped one finger inside,
and continued his tongue work on her lips and clit, thrusting inside
her.
When he clamped down on her clit with his lips, she went over the edge.
Pulling his cock out of her mouth, she shrieked with release, her hips
bucking into Ed's face.
"God, Eddie, that was amazing," she said, her face resting on Ed's
pelvis, immediately next to his still-throbbing cock. "And how are you
doing?" she said playfully, turning her head to plant kisses along the
length of his shaft.
Ed groaned as she started licking and sucking on his cock again, his
mind a whirl of lips, tongue, and hands.
Chrissy knew Ed was getting close when his hips started to come up off
the bed. She sucked him harder and faster, tongue swirling around his
cock head, fist pumping his shaft harder and harder.
She felt his cock swell in her hand and in her mouth, and she knew he
was there. Pulling back until just the head remained between her lips,
she pumped his shaft as her other hand cradled his balls.
"Aaagggggghhhh," Eddie groaned, his cock pumping four, five, six blasts
of semen directly into Chrissy's waiting mouth. She pumped his cock,
extracting every last drop out of him and swallowed it all.
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Two days later, Ed sat in a cab. He was back in California, on the way
from the airport back to his house, thinking about what had happened.
He and Chrissy had made love one final time, slowly and sweetly,
knowing it was probably the last time it would ever happen.
Afterwards, they had a tearful goodbye. They exchanged cell phone
numbers with the promise to use them discreetly.
Ed wondered if he and Chrissy should each get a private email account,
and exchange emails on the sly. Cybersex was better than nothing, he
supposed. Still, where was it really going?
He was worried that Donna would somehow know what had happened. He
hadn't talked to her for a few days, leaving messages on her voicemail.
*Thank goodness for small favors,* he mused. He was hoping that with a
couple of days separation, he wouldn't have a guilty look on his face.
Or anywhere else, for that matter. Chrissy's scratches on his ass had
faded, but were still slightly evident. Hopefully, Donna wouldn't
notice.
The cab pulled up in front of his suburban San Jose home. *Looks like
I need to mow the lawn,* he thought. Ed was a bit surprised to see
Donna's car missing from the carport, but it was Sunday afternoon. She
was probably out running errands. He paid the cabbie and pulled his
suitcase to the front door. Unlocking it, he swung the door open and
stepped inside.
Later, he would wonder how he knew so quickly. There were a few
paintings missing from the wall in the hallway and bedroom areas of the
house, but nothing amiss was visible from the foyer.
Still, he knew. As soon as he stepped into the house, he knew.
Something in the air just felt different.
He knew before he saw the hall closet, saw that Donna's coats and
purses and tennis racket were all missing.
He knew even before he saw the note on the kitchen table:
"Dear Ed... " it began, in Donna's calm and fluid handwriting.
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The next three months passed by in a blur for Ed.
In a huge kick-in-the-balls ironic twist, Donna had rekindled a romance
with an old boyfriend and was "in love."
"By the time you read this," Donna's note said, "I'll be in Seattle
with Roger."
True to her word, she was. Ed never saw her again. Their divorce was
amicable and conducted entirely through lawyers. Apparently, Roger had
more money than God, and Donna didn't care about getting half their
house in San Jose, or extracting alimony from Ed. She just wanted out.
During all of this, Ed thought about Chrissy. A lot. He nearly dialed
her number on dozens of occasions, always hanging up just before the
tenth digit or just before the call went through.
He also drank, a lot. During those times, he fantasized about calling
Chrissy, about rescuing her from her unhappy marriage. He dreamed
about bringing her to California, where they would live happily ever
after.
But then he'd sober up and realize how unfair that would be. If he
wasn't willing to start something new with Chrissy when he was married,
why should he expect her to leave her life because *he* got dumped?
Life wasn't always fair. And so, he tried to just put her out of his
mind and move on with his life, burying himself in his work.
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Five weeks after "officially" becoming a single man again, Ed was at
his desk, hung over and poring through lines of code looking for a bug
that didn't want to be found. When he heard a soft tapping on his
office door frame, he didn't even look up.
"Yeah?" he snapped.
When there was no answer, Ed glanced up, glaring at whoever had
interrupted his work.
His gaze softened and his mouth dropped open when he saw who was
standing there.
"Chrissy?" he said, incredulously.
She looked just as good as she had three months ago, though her eyes
were reddened and glistening as if she'd been crying. She was wearing
a pair of jeans and a simple pullover sweater, and had a duffel bag
over one shoulder.
"What - what are you doing here?" Eddie asked, moving around the desk
to envelop her in a hug. She seemed to melt into his arms, hugging him
back fiercely.
Ignoring the curious looks of the coders out in the cubicles, Eddie
closed his door. He guided Chrissy into one of the chairs facing his
desk. Sitting on the edge of the desk, Ed took her hands in his and
looked at her. She still hadn't said a word.
"Chrissy?" he said again, gently. "What's wrong?"
Chrissy took a deep breath, as if she had a prepared speech, and then
launched into it, words tumbling out of her mouth like lemmings over a
cliff.
"Oh Eddie - Mike - Mike left me. I know I shouldn't be here, and I
know I have no right to be here, and I wonder if I've even done the
right thing, but I had to be here. I had to see you. In some weird
way, I was almost relieved when I told Mike - when he found out I mean,
and when he said he wanted a divorce, because then I knew I could come
to you. And I know it's not fair to ask you this, because we already
talked about this in Charlotte, and I know you have a life already.
You probably think I'm only here because I'm sad and lonely, but that's
not it. It's just that I've decided what I really want, and that's...
ARE YOU LAUGHING?"
Chrissy glared up at Ed, who had one hand clasped over his mouth in a
vain effort to hide the fact that he was laughing. His chest shook as
a single tear traced its way down his left cheek.
"I can't believe you're laughing at this, Eddie. I guess there's my
answer then, you son of a bitch!"
"No, no, no, Chrissy," Ed said. He knelt on the floor next to
Chrissy's chair and put his hands on her legs to prevent her from
standing up and leaving. "I'm laughing because I'm so incredibly happy
to see you here, so incredibly happy that Mike wants a divorce."
"I'm glad you can laugh at my pain," Chrissy said, her eyes flashing
angrily at Ed.
"Oh Chrissy baby, you just don't understand," Ed said, resting his head
on her denim-covered knee. He took a deep breath and continued, "Donna
left me. She moved out while we were in Charlotte. I've been divorced
for over a month."
Chrissy gasped. She stroked Ed's hair, tenderly. "Eddie, oh my sweet
Eddie - why didn't you call me?"
Ed looked up at her, the tears flowing more freely now. "Oh, Chris, I
tried. Believe me, I tried. But I couldn't go through with it, for
all the reasons you just said. I guess you're braver than I am."
Chrissy threw her arms around Eddie's neck, squeezing tightly. "Oh,
Eddie. I'm so sorry we were ever apart. I should have come out here
ten years ago with you."
Eddie moved back from her embrace and looked at Chrissy, tenderly
wiping the tears from her cheeks. "It's never too late, Chris. We can
be together now."
"Oh Eddie," she said, throwing her arms back around him and burying her
face in his shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you, Chrissy. I always have."
She pressed her cheek against Eddie's own, their tears mixing, hot and
wet on each other's skin. "Oh, Eddie darling... I didn't tell you
exactly why Mike wanted a divorce," she whispered in his ear.
"I'm three months pregnant."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: And so ends the tale of Chrissy and Ed. I guess that
Pill isn't 100% reliable, huh? ;)
These characters evolved and grew in my mind over the past four years,
and I wasn't sure how their story was going to end until I finished it.
I had briefly considered leaving them married to their respective
spouses, and continuing an affair on the side. But long-term adultery
doesn't hold any appeal for me. I'm much happier with this conclusion,
pleased that they found a way to be together.
(c) 2004 Paul Story
PaulStory77@nospamforme.aol.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/paulstory/www
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