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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

out next to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Please don't do this. Don't make me sorry we did this. You said you understood." Yes, I had, and I did. "You're right. I'm sorry." My euphoria was totally displaced. I ached inside now. "It's okay." She rubbed my chest. "Remember this, Kevin. Sex always complicates everything. What we are doing? It is dangerous. You can't have sex, not sex like THAT, without sharing a part of your soul. Maybe I should have known better." "No. I understand. That doesn't mean I won't miss you." "I will miss you too, Kevin – very much." I stared at the ceiling and played over in my head what she had said – sex like THAT! "So," I started, hoping to change the subject and the mood, "it was pretty good then?" "What?" "The sex?" She laughed out loud and then her hand started to wander from my chest down over my abdomen. "It was great." Her hand found its mark. She began to stroke me, and I swelled with desire. "Didn't you think so?" "Oh yeah, but then I don't have much experience in these matters, as you know." "Well, let's see what we can do about that." We made love again, and then yet again, much later that night. In between Laura cooked a dinner of pasta with mussels and white wine and butter. We watched an old movie and shared another bottle of wine. It was a romantic comedy with Cary Grant, and Laura watched it with her head in my lap part of the time, and when she'd laugh I could swear there was no age difference between us. She seemed as young as ... me. She could have been my summertime girlfriend. I wanted to take her to the amusement park and share a caramel apple with her. I wanted to take her to the movies and eat buttered popcorn. I wanted to stroll with her, hand-in-hand, through the park. It didn't seem so impossible right then, though I suppose I knew it was. What I learned that evening is that we don't get "older." Oh sure, we get smarter and wiser, and we can also get run down a bit from life's disappointments. But deep down inside we don't "age." We are not young or old. What Laura saw in me, the beauty I saw in her, that essential quality of being – it never changes, or at least it doesn't change because of time. Laura and I found a place together, inside of each other, and we stood there for a time; we held hands and watched the sun set and rise; we were brave enough to share our most intimate of possessions – ourselves – even if only for a moment. When I woke up the next morning it was already bright and Laura was already up. I found a big towel and wrapped it around my waist and ventured downstairs. She was reading the paper on the patio in her robe. She offered me some coffee. I hadn't yet acquired the taste, but I agreed. "I was hoping you would still be in bed when I woke up," I said slyly but truthfully. "You're incorrigible," she said setting a steaming mug in front of me. We talked about our plans for the day. I had to be home in a couple hours to go to church with my mom. I could tell I shouldn't ...