1. A Lifetime in One Moment 2


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Mature, Virginity, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    give you something, but it can wait." Of course, my first thought was that I had made a mistake in bringing Brad, but then she said, "It will only take a minute, just come by to see me Saturday morning, to say goodbye before you go." I had my Toyota pickup packed by nine o'clock Saturday morning. I strapped my bike to the tailgate, the finishing touch, and then I walked up to Laura's house to say goodbye. She had been watching me from the living room window, I discovered, and she opened the door just as I stepped onto her porch. "Good morning, Kevin," she said brightly. I was full of nervous energy, and there was an awkward moment as we were standing in her foyer trying to figure out how to greet each other. We finally settled on a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek. She led me to the backyard. There was what looked like an oversized ring box on the patio table. It was black and unmarked. We sat down next to each other. "I hope you like it," she said. "I don't know what else to do with it. I do want you to have it." I opened the box. It was a gold and stainless steel Rolex Oyster Perpetual watch. My eyes were wide. "Now before you say anything, it was Peter's watch. He only wore it to business meetings and on special occasions, so I wasn't about to bury it with him, but it has been sitting on my dresser for a long time now, and, until now, I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do with it." "It's beautiful." "Yes, it is. A man should have a good watch." "I can't take ...
    it?" "Why? Because you think it's weird?" She looked hurt. "No. But it belonged to your husband." She put it on my wrist carefully and held my hand. "There. A perfect fit." Then she made sure she had my attention. "Kevin, please take it. It deserves to be on a man's wrist, not on my dresser. And it's not like I am going to get involved with some man in the future and want him to be wearing Peter's watch. I want YOU to have it." She paused and swallowed. "And Peter would want you to have it." He would? It would take me a few years to understand what she had meant. "Maybe when you look at it... I don't know – maybe every now and then you'll send a kind thought my way." I welled up a bit. "Thank you," I said finally. Over a quarter century later, I still wear that watch almost everyday. My wife of twenty years – whom I met in my first year in grad school, by the way – knows its story. I worried when I first set to telling it to her; I thought she might try to stop me from wearing the watch. However, upon hearing the story, her exact words were, "That's very sweet." Laura and I hug and kissed like old friends in her foyer. The kiss lingered. I started to open my mouth. She pulled away from me. "You'd better go," she whispered with a smile. She came outside and sat in her porch swing while I hustled back to my house. I said goodbye to my parents, and I was off. As I was about to pull out of the cul de sac, I saw Laura standing in her driveway. It was the last time I would ever see ...
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