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ONE MORE CHANCE  Heathen57  (MF, Rom)



Here I am, sitting in business class, on a 727 heading to Portland.  This is just a normal 
business trip, clients to wine and dine, deals to close.  Yet, I am nervous.  I open the book 
I brought along, trying to lose myself for a while in a world where others are the focus of 
indecision and strife.  I read the same paragraph three times and still cannot comprehend 
the words.  With a sigh, I set their world aside, picked up my laptop and returned to my 
own indecision.

Billy,

Could I come and see you next time you are in the area?  I really need to talk face to face.

Yours, 
Karen

I had already answered her, telling her I would call on the next trip and let her know 
where I was staying; offering her dinner and a chance to talk.  We had not seen each 
other face to face in more than 15 years. After all this time, why was she so insistent that 
we meet?  I was content with how things had been between us.  If I was honest with 
myself, I could admit I wasn't happy about it, but I had come to accept it.

I drifted back to the time when I had first met Karen.  I hung out with the other car nuts 
during high school.  I had a black and red GTO that used up most of the paychecks I had 
from my part time job.  Karen was a friend of another member of the group.  A bit of a 
wild child, she just hung out on the fringes.

It took awhile, but we became friends.  I got to know her better. She had a troubled 
family life and being the way I was, I took it on myself to make her life a little happier.  
We started to hang around in school.  I picked her up every morning and gave her a ride.  
I was quietly falling for her, but was too shy to say anything.  She was interested in 
Darren, a guy that had dropped out earlier that year.  

We continued this way until a little before Thanksgiving.  I headed down the road to pick 
her up and found her sitting at the end of her driveway with a suitcase.  When she opened 
the door, I could see her eyes were all red and puffy.  The streaks of her tears had run 
down her beautiful face.  

"Mama threw me out this morning.  I can't go back, and she won't let me see my sister."  

That was all she got out before she broke down again.  We didn't make it to school that 
day, but went to a park where I just held her.  She finally asked to go to a girlfriend's 
house.  Sandy said she could stay.  I didn't feel right about it, but left her there anyway.

Things went badly for Karen for a while.  Her mother reported her as a runaway and the 
police picked her up at Darren's house.  Placed in a group home, she was to continue 
going to school.  I would leave for school early, go and pick her up, so she would have a 
ride.  I bought silly cards for her to cheer her up.  I did anything I could do to make her 
life easier.  I was falling for her more and more.

Any hope I had came crashing down the day she asked if I would drop her off somewhere 
other than the group home.   With her giving directions, we finally pulled up to a 
driveway.  Darren walked out of the garage as she stepped out of the car.  She ran up to 
him and when they kissed, my heart fell to my feet.  I just drove off, my heart breaking.

I put up a good front and continued to take her to school, but it was draining on me.  She 
was giving Darren what I so desperately wanted.  I know she felt the distance that I put 
between us, but she didn't say anything.

She finally moved to the West coast.  I didn't see her off.  Darren was going to take her to 
the airport.  I just couldn't take that pain.  Karen had left, but in some destructive way, I 
missed her.

Now I had to decide if I wanted to open up those wounds again.  I had closed that part of 
my past for years until I received an email on my personal account:

Mr. Gilliam,

Are you the same Bill Gilliam that went to Franklin High School in 1975 and drove a red 
Pontiac?  If you are, please reply.  I have thought about you a lot through the years.

Love,
Karen

I answered it before I even thought about it.  I probably should have ignored it, but 
something made me go ahead and write a reply.  The emails flew back and forth as we 
told each other about our lives.  I was still single and she was married, but having trouble 
with her husband.  When I mentioned that I would be off-line for a week for a business 
trip, she wrote that she had to see me.  The same email I had been staring at for almost an 
hour.

I checked into the hotel in Portland, unpacked, and then called to confirm the first 
appointment for Monday.  Since it was Friday, I had the weekend to look around.  I 
thought about going to get some dinner, but instead sat staring at the phone.  I finally 
dialed the number Karen had given me.

On the third ring, I heard a soft voice say "Hello?"

"Is this Karen?"

"Oh God, is that you Billy?"

"Yeah it's me.  How you doing?"

"I'm okay.  Does this mean you are in Portland?"

"Sure am.  You said you wanted to have dinner.  Would you like to meet tonight at 7?  
We can eat at the restaurant just off the lobby."

"Seven's great.  I'll be there.  Billy?  I have really missed you."

"Me too.  I'll see you at 7 then."

I had 2 hours so I took a shower and then dressed for dinner.  I wasn't sure what I was 
expecting, but I did know that I wasn't going to have my heart broke again.

I stepped off the elevator and there she was, standing in the lobby watching the other 
guests as they milled about.  Her hair was now shoulder length, but she still had the same 
beautiful face.  He body, wrapped in an evening gown of blue satin, had matured, gaining 
fuller curves and making her even sexier than before.

While I was musing about the changes, she spotted me.  Almost running, she crossed the 
space between us and wrapped me in a bear hug.  

"Billy, it is so good to see you again.  I missed you so much when I left."

I returned the hug, very aware of the firmness of her body against mine.  I untangled 
myself before my erection became an embarrassment to us both.  Holding her at arms 
length, I looked down then back up until I was looking in her eyes.  

"You are as pretty as ever."

She looked down and whispered a quiet "thanks".  Taking her arm, I led her to the 
restaurant, catching the envious looks of the other male guests.  They seated us in a quiet 
booth and left us to look over the menu.  Dinner was good, and we made light 
conversation until we were finishing up our coffee.

"How about we get out of here and find some place we can talk.  I want to know what has 
been going on."  

My little head had an answer in place: up to my room so I could fuck her brains out.  The 
big head prevailed and I suggested we take a walk around the area.  As we headed out, 
she reached out and took my hand.  I felt a jolt going straight through me.  Her hand, 
small and soft, seemed to match mine perfectly.  I kept telling myself I was not going to 
become involved.  Unfortunately, that resolve was slipping.

As we walked, she told me that she and her husband had separated and that he had left for 
California.  She knew he had been, in her words, "fucking that blonde haired cunt from 
the coffee shop" and that they had left together.  She was still working in the real estate 
market. 

 I told her of my rise in our software company and what I was doing out here.  We headed 
back to the hotel and, at her request, my room.  Once inside, I draped my jacket over a 
chair and offered her a drink.  I finally settled on the couch and she took the chair closest.  

We talked a little more of the people we both knew in school.  Finally she asked, "Did 
you ever hear what happened to Darren?"

I stopped for a second.  "I thought you kept up with him."  I tried, but the strain in my 
voice came out.

She looked confused.  "After I left, I never heard from him."

"Last I heard he was busted for carjacking and assault."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but he was headed that way.  He was either drunk or stoned most 
of the time."

I only mumbled an agreement and took another drink.  My glass was empty, so I went to 
the bar and refilled it.  When I got back, Karen was looking at me closely.  

"Billy, just before I left, you were so distant.  I felt so lost.  Can you tell me what went 
wrong?"

I tried to just gloss it over, but she would not let it rest.  Finally I just let it out.  

"I just couldn't take watching you and Darren together.  Taking you to his house and 
watching you two kissing, his hands pawing your boobs and your ass, just tore me up.  I 
couldn't take it anymore."

The shock on her face was evident.  I was on a roll though and the words just kept on 
tumbling out without my brain doing a check first.  

"I am… I mean, I was madly in love with you.  When I thought about him having your 
body, I was sick.  I gave up."

I finally stopped talking and looked over at her.  She was in complete shock.  It dawned 
on me that she never realized.  Her look turned to horror as she thought back.  

"Oh my God.  I was so wrapped up in my problems I never saw it at all!  All those little 
things you did for me.  I was so stupid."

"We were both young and wrapped up in our own problems."

"Yeah, but your problem was me and I just made it worse.  God, I am so sorry.  I felt so 
lost without you around for me to lean on.  You must have hated me."

I put my arm around her and pulled her against me.  "I never hated you.  I was angry, 
sick, and a hundred other things, but I loved you too much to hate you."

The next half hour or so was spent with her crying and me holding her, stroking her back.  
When she finally lifted her head, her makeup was smeared and her eyes were red.  She 
was still beautiful.

She struggled to sit back up and then to finally stand.  "I must look a mess.  I'll be right 
back."    

Within moments, I heard the toilet flush and the water running in the basin.  She came 
back out with her makeup gone and her face freshly scrubbed.  She looked very much the 
young woman that I remembered.  Her face and body had matured, but in my mind we 
were still back in 1975.

We sat next to one another, talking and cuddling up.  During a lull in the conversation, 
Karen reached up and put her hand behind my head, pulling me down into a kiss.  It 
started out platonic, but started to gain intensity.  Her lips felt soft and warm against 
mine.  We both opened up to allow our tongues to touch and intertwine.  My erection was 
quite evident by now and as my hand moved to her breast, hers was busy feeling the 
bulge in my pants.

I broke the kiss only to move to the side of her neck.  I started nibbling on her ear then 
moved down placing kisses over every inch of exposed flesh I could find.  She was 
moaning and calling out my name.  

Pushing herself up she looked into my eyes.  "Take me to your bed.  I really need you."  
There was a look of need in her eyes that overrode the lust that she was feeling.

We stumbled into the bedroom, and she quickly stripped.  Her need for the feel of skin 
against skin was greater than the desire to tease.  I followed suit and we were soon lying 
side by side on the bed, our naked bodies tightly together.  I could feel her nipples 
pushing against my chest as we continued our kiss.  My hand was roaming over the 
smooth expanse of her back, finally coming to rest on her ass.  We were writhing against 
each other, our moans lost in each others' mouths until I was on my back.  My cock, 
which had been pushing into her tummy, was now being coated by her juices as she 
moved her pussy along its length.  She was thrusting her pelvis down hard against my 
cock, moaning as her passions continued to rise.

Finally, I moved so that her next backward movement planted the head of my cock firmly 
into her opening.  She stopped for a second to enjoy the feeling of her pussy starting to 
open to surround me.  Then she started pushing slowly back, driving me deeper.

She stopped again when our pubic hair was intertwined.  I was savoring the velvety 
tightness of her pussy as the walls around it rippled.  She sat upright with her hands 
covering my nipples and started the slow movement that would result in her climax.    
Her strokes brought her almost to the head of my cock until she would slide back down.  
She was increasing the speed of her strokes and I reached up and palmed her swinging 
breasts, pinching the nipples until they looked like they might burst.

This brought her even closer to her orgasm and she was losing control of her movements.  
I moved my hands to her ass and started guiding her as she started her rise to the peak of 
her orgasm.  I touched the tip of my finger to her ass and that pushed her over the edge.  
With a loud groan she started shaking and bouncing around, completely lost in the 
feelings of pleasure she was experiencing.  The contractions in her pussy took me over 
the edge and I thrust up hard against her as I emptied not only my semen, but my years of 
pent up emotions into her waiting womb.

As I started coming down, I was aware that Karen's arms were trembling.  I reached up 
and guided her down until she lay fully against me.  We lay that way for a long while 
catching our breath and basking in the afterglow.

Karen finally propped herself up on her elbows and looked me in the face.  "That was the 
most wonderful feeling I have ever had.  You know I didn't plan on this to happen, but I 
sure am glad that it did."

"So am I.  You know I always wondered what making love with you would be like, but I 
never imagined it would be this intense."  I paused for just a moment, enjoying the smile 
on her face.  "Do you have to leave tonight?  I want to snuggle up against you tonight and 
feel you here when I wake up."

"I would love to." And with that she kissed me, this time tenderly.

I awoke the next morning to find my arms full of a sleeping Karen.  I gazed at her for a 
few moments before I started to wake her by nibbling on her already moist slit.  As she 
started to wake from the stimulation, I increased the pressure and soon brought her to 
orgasm.  We made love again then shared a shower.  After a light breakfast, Karen left to 
check on her house, but promised to come back later that day.

When our time together ended, she took me to the airport for my flight back.  We 
promised to get together as soon as we could.  And with many hugs and a few tears, I 
walked down the gangway to my seat.  I smiled at the attendant as she checked my 
boarding pass and showed me to my seat.  I settled back in and closed my eyes as the 
plane began to move out toward the runway.

I thought about how much more at ease I was now than when I went out to Portland.  I 
had settled much from my past, but had also brought some new twists.  Maybe I should 
talk to the boss about opening a branch in Portland.

~~~~ FINIS ~~~~



