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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

that she'd let the pool go to hell now that her husband was dead? I brought a bouquet of flowers for her. The neighbors had gone in on some flowers for the funeral, but I wanted her to have something from me. Laura's sister answered the door. The flowers made her think I was a delivery boy and she asked me whether she needed to sign for them. "I'm here to clean the pool," I said. "I brought these for Mrs. Hollander." "Oh you sweet boy," she replied with a genuine smile. She looked very much like Laura and she had Laura's same easy gracefulness. "And I wanted to make sure it was okay to clean the pool." "Oh, I am sure it is, but let me ask Laura..." She turned her head. I heard Laura's voice approaching. "It's okay, Doris, I'll get it." She sounded tired, but there was warmth in her voice. Doris opened the door wide for Laura. "Oh Laura," Doris gushed. "What a kind gesture, don't you think? What a wonderfully sweet pool boy you have. Laura looked at me and for the first time I noticed the bright amber streaks in her green eyes. "He is not the pool boy, Doris," she said quietly. "He is the young man who owns the company that cleans our pool." That made me smile, and I thought I saw Laura's lips purse in a strained smile. "Hi Kevin," she said in a whisper. "These are for you." I stepped forward and handed her the flowers. "I..." I started to say I was sorry, but decided not to remind her of her loss. "I hope you like them." "There beautiful. Thank you." There was a long pause, ... and again I felt like she was looking inside of me. And then a tear streaked her cheek. "I'm sorry," she started, and then she turned away. "There very pretty," Doris said too loudly. "She will be okay," Doris whispered to me unconvincingly, like she was surprised by Laura's reaction. That night I was again afflicted with an unfamiliar pain in my heart. It would be a while before I learned of the importance of those moments with Laura. Time passed and the seasons changed, and Laura, to her credit, seemed to have grown out of her grief and returned to her relaxed and cheerful self. I could tell, however, that she now looked forward to my weekly visit; I figured she saw it as an opportunity to talk to someone. She would ask about school and friends and my plans for after graduation. One time I was uncharacteristically gloomy, and Laura asked if I was having trouble with a girl. It was like she had read my mind, and I told her about my conflicted feelings for Cindy, a girl I was dating. "But do you love her?" she asked. She leaned toward me and peered at me as if she was trying to coax a truthful answer. "Kind of." I replied. "There is no 'kind of.' You either love someone, or you don't. So...?" "I guess not." "Then there's your trouble. Don't waste time with girls you don't love, Kevin. You'll only hurt them and make yourself miserable. And don't pretend to be in love just to get attention. Go out and find someone you love. Love first, then everything else." I knew exactly what ...