1. A Lifetime in One Moment


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Mature, Virginity, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.6, Source: sexstories.com

    organized my equipment. I thought about leaving, but I couldn't. I knew something terrible had happened, and I felt like I shouldn't run from it. I learned later that evening that her husband, Dr. Peter Hollander, had died in a car accident while in L.A for a conference. It seemed like the officer talked for a long time, but I suppose it was only a few minutes. He set some paperwork on the coffee table and noticed me. I think he asked Laura a question. I saw her shake her head no and say something. I guessed the question was, "Is that your son?" After a few more minutes, he showed himself to the door. I couldn't look away from her. Her face was still in her hands, elbows on her knees, and she looked like she wanted to melt into that big chair. The sun moved before either of us did. I thought to tiptoe away again, but it still didn't feel right. I wanted to say something, but I didn't want to startle her, so I moved some of my equipment around to make some noise. I saw her look up. I took a deep breath and walked over to the back screen door. She was looking at me, and her face was wet with tears, but she was not crying. "Mrs. Hollander," I said knowing the moment called for some formality, "is there someone I could call for you, something...anything I could do for you?" "No, Kevin," she whispered, "there is nothing anyone can do for me right now." She kept looking at me, and the sadness seemed to radiate from her. "I'm sorry," I whispered back. "I'll go." I hung my head and ...
    began to turn away. "Could you..." she started and I turned back. "Could you sit on the patio for a few minutes, just so I know someone's there, until I can get myself together a little bit." "Yes ma'am. I can do that." So I sat at the patio table and looked at the pool. I watched the sun make its way over the glistening ripples of water. I had never experienced such quiet. Then I heard her soft voice." "Thank you Kevin. I'm okay. You can go." "Are you sure?" "I am going to be fine. My sister is coming." "I can stay until she gets her..." She pursed her lips in a way that told me she thought I was unnecessarily concerned. "She'll be here any second," she said, "and I really will be fine, Kevin. Don't worry." As I looked at her I could sense her already growing resolve. Her face was still streaked with salty tears and her hair was in tangles around her face, but she had clear eyes and a determined expression. I felt strangely connected to her just then, like we were truly seeing each other in that moment. I saw that she was beautiful and strong-willed. I wondered what she saw in me. "Thank you," she whispered and turned away. I went home and stretched out in my bed and I felt an unfamiliar pain in my heart. Laura's sister came to live with her for a while after that. It was about ten days after the funeral when I when I first came to clean the pool again. I wondered, curiously, whether I should ask Laura if she still wanted me to clean the pool. I don't know what I expected – ...