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I wrote this one a year ago or so, and it really ment something to me back
then, I was sad, and I was happy, and a little confused too......... K



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Archive name: (Tessa.txt
Authors name: 'Kathy'
Story Title : Tessa's Story - "Sad Good-byes' Maybe"

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Chris and I were in a real bad way. We hardly talked
to each other,  and it was  pretty  obvious that our
relationship was going out the window.   But I guess
we were both stubborn,   and neither of us wanted to
be the first to admit that it was a washout, because
the other one would have turned around and said, Oh,
so you think it's a washout, do you?  Well, I don't,
but if that's the way you feel...  You know the kind
of argument I mean.

I guess we were drifting apart  because we were both
heavily into our work.  Chris was getting together a
huge nationwide  consumer survey that was incredibly
important to his whole career.  If it worked out the
way he hoped,  it meant  almost immediate promotion.
And I was into  a special seminar  for infant-school
teachers,  and I had  so  much  work  on  my plate I
didn't know where to turn.

In the last few weeks,  we hardly  ever made love at
all.  If we did, we did it silently, because we both
had  sexual  appetites  and  because  we  needed  to
relieve ourselves,  but it was about as romantic and
as meaningful as brushing  your  teeth or scratching
an itch.

One Sunday afternoon,  I decided I'd had it.   Chris
was working on his goddam survey, and he hadn't said
a word all day. What was I supposed to do, turn into
a silent nun because a certain  percentage of United
States citizens happen  to eat one kind of breakfast
cereal and another  percentage can't stand the sight
of the stuff?

I went up to Chris and I said, 'That's it'. He said,
'That's what?' I said 'That's it. It's all over. You
and me are done, finished,  pick up what's yours and
get out!'

He still didn't say anything.   He collected all his
books and stuff,  and he stacked them outside by his
car,  and he just seemed to accept the situation.  I
was glad, because I  couldn't  have  stopped  myself
from crying if he'd tried to argue with me.

I was  standing  in  the  kitchen waiting for him to
leave, when he came into the room, and took my hands
in his and said,  'Tessa,  there's something I think
we ought to do,  because we've been together for two
years and somehow  it  doesn't  seem  right  to  end
things any other way.'

'I said,  'What's that?',  but I knew what he meant.
He said, 'Come to bed. One last time.'

I was shaking with emotion when I went into the bed-
room with him.   The drapes were closed,  and it was
cool and dark in there.   Chris stood up straight in
front of me,  and he took of his clothes.   His cock
was very high and hard.   I kept thinking to  myself
that this was the last time I'd see it, and the last
time I'd feel it.   Then he undressed me, taking off
my kaftan and my jeans, and my gym shoes.  He always
laughed when I wore my gym shoes,and he smiled then,
when he was taking them off. I was checking my tears
as much as I could,  but I could feel  them  rolling
down my face in spite of myself.   Chris didn't seem
to notice.    He kissed me on the cheek and his lips
were wet with my tears, but he didn't say a word.

We climbed on to the bed, and he caressed my breasts
and rubbed my nipples between his fingers. They rose
up stiff,  and he pinched them gently,   and gave me
all  kinds of  feelings  that  I'd  almost forgotten
about. I usually feel very sensitive in my breasts -
I mean I get very  quickly  turned  on  if  somebody
caresses them - and even  thought I was feeling very
choky and uptight, the things  Chris was doing to my
body were making me feel warm and excited.

His hands  stroked  around  my  body,  and around my
thighs. And do you know something else,  he began to
turn me on in a way that he  never  had  before.  it
wasn't because he hadn't tried before, or because he
was lazy about sex or anything,   although there had
been  plenty  of  times when he could have made more
effort. But the reason he was  turning me on so much
was because I had told him it was over,  and for the
first time in two years we didn't  have any respons-
ibilities to each other.   We could have sex any way
we liked, and tomorrow didn't matter, because it was
all over anyway.

He knelt down between my legs,  and  he  dipped  his
tongue into my pussy.  He licked at me until I could
actually feel my  clitoris  rising up as hard as his
cock,  and in the end I had  to  reach down and pull
him up on to me, because I needed his cock in me.  I
held it in my hand, his cock,  and it was so big and
hard that I could hardly get my fingers around it. I
held it in both hands,  and stretched  my  legs wide
open,  and brought his cock right up between my legs
like one of those people in  Shakespeare who are go-
ing to stab themselves.   And I stabbed  myself with
his big  hard cock,  and than I reached  around  and
clung on to his hard  musclely ass, and I pushed him
into me as far as he would go,  which  was  too far,
because it hurt, but I wanted the hurt just then.

We made love as we always did, in silence,  but this
silence was different  than it had ever been before.
We were silent  because  we  were listening for each
other's reactions,  and  whether  we  were breathing
fast or slow.   He fucked  me  with  such  beautiful
style, it was like a kind of exotic dance.  His cock
seemed to glide  in  and  out  of me at all kinds of
complicated angles and stimulate  me in all kinds of
different ways.   It wasn't all that  long  before I
realized I was higher than I'd ever been on sex, and
everything that was  happening to my body was like a
dream.

I don't know why he did what he did at the end,  but
somehow it was the right thing. Just as he was going
to cum, he pulled his cock out of me, and he held it
in his hand, and right in front of me he spouted out
all his white sperm, all over the sheets of the bed.
Perhaps he wanted to make  his  mark on the bed,  or
something.  Perhaps he just wanted to show me how he
came.   I actually watched it pouring out of the end
of his cock,   and it seemed to come in slow motion,
and glide through the air is streams.

I went face down on the bed and I  licked  his sperm
up from it.   I knew  then  that  I  didn't want any
souvenirs,  or any marks,  but I  wanted him.  I was
having a strange  kind of orgasm all  the  time this
was happening, it was like a kind of physical earth-
quake that started off with little trembles,  and by
the time I was crawling around the bed,   licking up
his sperm,  I was gasping and shaking,  and my  legs
were stiff and convulsed.

We both lay in the dark for a long time. Then I said
'Chris?'  and he said,  'What?'  and I said,  'Stay!
Make it like this all the time,  and stay.'   And he
said,  'Okay, I will.'

	      -= T H E   E N D =-
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