1. Being with Mary


    Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Male/Female, Romance, Author: yakyak90, Rating: 87.1, Source: sexstories.com

    them. You talk yourself into loving her for all of her perfections, for her kindness, her supernatural ability to connect with everyone and the way her voice is deep but feminine. One Friday morning you walk in a few minutes before the session starts to an empty classroom and Mary with her head on the table. “What’s up Mary?” you ask with excitement uncontained, seeing her has become a break from reality that you fiend for when she is not around. She sleepily raises her head from the desk at the front of the room; her eyes which are usually bright are red and ringed with lack of sleep. “I broke up with David last night, it was a rough night to say the least.” “Why is that?” you ask. This should be a time of triumph, the possibility of holding hands and watching movies together is more real than it ever has been but all you can think about is how you want to comfort her. Not to fuck not to be with her but because you care about her, you care about her happiness. She tells you. She tells you about how she had grown past him, how their priorities were different, that she wasn’t attracted to him anymore. After ten minutes pass and nobody shows up you invite her to coffee and she accepts needing someone to listen now more than ever. The morning blends into the afternoon and you cut yourselves open and allow each other a peek into what is inside. You talk about past loves and losses, dreams completed and those which were still being fulfilled. As the evening comes along she has ...
    to leave but you feel now more than ever that something started that in the process of you two opening yourselves up for each other something was left behind. For the next few weeks the change in your exchanges is noticeable. She is no longer sheepish, before class starts; a time which was usually reserved for day dreams about her is filled with her talking to you. Coffee happens often and stories are traded about your days. At night you lay in bed and you think about how she looked at you as you talked about life. How you could feel her wanting you to kiss her. How her hand brushed against yours as you walked through the quad and you did nothing. You are kept up for hours by the sting of inaction. As the semester starts to wrap up she mentions that she is turning 21 and to celebrate her friends and her are going to one of the local bars and she wants you to be there. The rest of the day drudges on the way days do when you are excited. You feel like a kid on Christmas morning waiting for his parents to wake up so presents can be opened. You have decided that tonight you do it, tonight is the night you tell her how you feel. Tonight is the night inaction transforms to action. You stare at the clock willing time to move faster until it changes to 10 and you get in your car and drive. It is a Friday night and downtown is alive as it always is on a Friday in a college town. You walk from the parking lot to the bar feeling the cold air filling your lungs, and trying to calm the ...