1. Alternate


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fantastic, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Author: Norton X, Rating: 53.8, Source: sexstories.com

    "I'm okay," I said, more to myself than to them. Maggie shook her head. "No, you're not." She came towards me. "You look terrible and you're getting worse by the second." I believed her, but I didn't want her assistance. I didn't want anyone. I backed away, but my knees buckled and I collapsed. That was the first time in my life that I had fainted. _____Chapter 7 Saturday... "Is that the church sign there," Mr. Davers asked me as he slowed down his blue Nissan. "There are so many churches here in this part of town. I don't want us parking in the wrong section." "That's it," I confirmed. "You can turn left here and another left further down the street will get us into the parking lot." "Yay. Free parking," he said. I gave him a stern look. "Sorry," he said. I should have been easier on him. He had volunteered to drive me here to Erin's funeral. I didn't know for sure, but I guessed that he and Maggie had a disagreement or may have even broken up yesterday. He told me about it when he came to pick me up at my apartment, but my attention had been elsewhere, pondering over one special night with one very special woman whose funeral I was now attending. When Davers and I got to the front doors, we were greeted by two men on either side, and after them, two young women who handed us copies of the funeral program. Davers acknowledged the men, but paid more attention to the women, complementing them on their black attire that stopped at the knee. I knew his thoughts were more focused ...
    on what these ladies had above their knees, most likely between their thighs. What surprised me was how he managed to make them blush and bite their lips at this somber occasion. Did this guy ever turn it off? Before entering the sanctuary where people were seated and the casket lay in front before the steeple, Davers stopped me. "What?" He adjusted my tie a notch. "You look really good." I looked at the two of us in black suits. "We both look good." "Are you gonna be okay in there?" "No fainting. I promise. I'm just here to pay my respects." He gestured forward. "Let us proceed then." We sat behind the last occupied pew. There was just over a hundred people in attendance. Someone read out a eulogy, there was a song, then the minister spoke a few words. It was a short program and we had arrived a little late. I found myself and Davers standing up with everyone else, forming a line to see the body. When it came my turn to look into the casket, I saw what looked like Erin, but wasn't her. Only her shell. Her essence, the woman I had made love to only a few nights ago, wasn't in that box or anywhere near that corpse. I found it fitting that what I was looking at could be called her remains. It merely reminded me and everyone else here about the person who had been, no different than a shirt she had worn or the bicycle had she ridden as a child. There would be more of her now in an old photo rather than what lay in the casket. But even then, I had to resist the urge to bend over ...
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