Seren's Story

My heart broke with every letter I sent him for the next two years that I ended by saying “There are certain things that you cannot comprehend, and that I’m afraid you wouldn’t accept. All I need right now is to know that you love me.”

I didn’t hear anything from him for at least three weeks, and I wanted to cry every day that I checked and found my mail folder empty. I walked out of work one cold November night and looked at the sky. It was glowing gray again. That, as well as the chilly bite in the air told me that I would be walking home in the snow. I finished my cigarette and went back to work.

Several hours later, I pulled my sweater tight around me and left work.

“Excuse me.” I heard a voice as I left the ambulance bay and a hand was placed on my shoulder.

My eyes opened wide in realization. I knew that voice! I knew that accent! I spun around and threw my arms over his shoulders. “Oh my God! Chase!”

He held me tight for what seemed like an instant and an eternity at the same time. “I thought you could use a little pick-me-up.” He smiled and held my face and kissed me. “How about some supper? You look half starved.”

I didn’t care about anything else at that moment, except being with Chase again. We had dinner at a nearby cafe. He was in town for a week and had taken a holiday just to come see me.

We dolled over how much the other had changed, and he told me that he was nearly finished with his Bachelors of Forensic Science degree. He only had a year to go. He told me of his friends, and of college life in Australia, and a few of the parties he’d been to.

“But they’re not the same without you… You’re different, Seren.” He said, looking in my eyes. “There’s something dark in you.”

I looked at him with tears brimming in my eyes. “I can’t tell you, Chase. I love you, but I can’t tell you.”

“It’s all right, Seren. You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” He held me close, as if protecting me, as we walked to his rental car.

He parked a block from my house and we sat there for a moment. I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to stay with Chase. I could see the light shining from my kitchen window from where we were parked, but the car rested in the dark. The streetlights were few and far between, and all on the opposite side of the street.

I sighed and started to move to get out of the car.

“Seren…”

I stopped and turned to him to listen.

He leaned over to me and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back and felt our passion flare. My concerns about going home left my mind in an instant. We groped at each other; our bodies mingling and twisting together as well as they could in the car. I kneeled on my seat and felt my legs instinctively start to spread and relax, still fully clothed. Somehow he managed to slide his seat back and I straddled him on the driver’s seat. I felt his body grow hard and the temperature in the car seemed to quickly rise ten degrees. I moaned passionately as I felt his hands slide down the back of my scrub pants and pull me near to him, and still twisting our tongues together, I did my best to undo the button and zipper on his slacks. I slowly rolled to the side and we both managed to get in the back seat. The windows were already opaque with fog from our body heat. Once aptly settled in the rear of the car, we managed to undress ourselves and each other and grasped at each others private parts amorously.

“Wait…” he panted breathlessly in my ear as he lay on top of me, our underwear still in place. “I don’t have a condom…”

I closed my eyes and nibbled at his ear, panting heavily. “I don’t care.” I wanted him more than I could express.

He hesitated for just a moment. My heart nearly leapt out of my mouth as I gasped at his entering me. I felt every ridge, every pore, and every texture inside me as he slowly and lasciviously pushed himself in and pulled out with nothing between the two of us. I could hardly breathe 30 seconds later and had to stop my own orgasm.

Chase licked my ear and slowly, coolly blew on the wet area. “Don’t hold back.” He whispered. I looked at him for a moment, holding my breath, still feeling his smooth head caressing my insides, and massaging ever so gently as he pulled outward again. “Don’t hold back.” He repeated himself sensuously.

I closed my eyes again, using my legs to regulate his rhythmic gyrating. Moments later I cried out, pulling him deeply and completely into me as my backside lifted off the seat and I felt my insides and my heart pulsate passionately. He held his position for a minute as I enjoyed the new and stronger sensations, and then slowly resumed. In no time at all, I was ready to come again, but once again, held back my pleasure until I felt his rigidity increase even more in me. I clenched my muscles and he gasped and I gasped as I felt his manhood throb and ejaculate freely inside of me.

“I’m so in love with you, Seren.” He locked his mouth over my own, still seeping in between my legs. “Spend the night with me.”

I didn’t even have to think before I accepted the offer.

We hastily redressed and drove to his hotel, barely able keep off each other during the elevator ride to the 16th floor. He picked me up and carried me all the way from the elevator to the room and inside and onto the bed. I hadn’t giggled, or laughed, or even smiled since the last time we had been together, but just being with him caused all those things to happen.

He undressed me again, gently, teasing, licking the inside of my thighs, around my belly button, and slowly circling my breasts. He softly brushed his lips along my right collarbone, and then my left, his warm breath on my bare skin sending shivers all over my body. He kissed me on the lips and looked deep into my eyes. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered and kissed me again. “I love you.”

I rolled on top of him and pinned him to the bed. I used my hands to caress every inch of his torso, and I slid his hard body inside of me. He held my hips, and I heard him gasp feverishly as I made love to him, barely able to breathe myself from the sheer ecstasy.

I don’t know how many hours we consumed inside each others bodies, or how many times we made love, but we didn’t fall asleep until the early hours of the morning. I woke up around 10am with a start after a treacherous dream and quietly crawled out of bed, letting him sleep. The sheets were a mess, scattered all about the room, little left on the bed. I quietly rummaged through the closet and found a robe, which I put on and sat down at the desk with a pen and the hotel stationary. I loved listening to his quiet snoring as I wrote. It helped me to detach myself from what I was writing.

Three pages later, I finished the letter and sealed it in an envelope and put it in the robe pocket. I pivoted in the chair and rested my chin on my arms and smiled as I watched him sleep. a short while later, still smiling, I got up and went to take a shower.

The hot water rained on me from seven different showerheads. The shower itself was like a waterfall, and I closed my eyes and let it run over every inch of my body. I stood there still and felt like I was in heaven. I wavered only slightly when I heard Chase step into the shower with me. He gently placed his hands on my arms and kissed the back of my neck. My body began to tingle as he wrapped his arms all the way around my naked body and his body pressed against my back. I could feel him become erect as I guided his hand down my front and in between my legs. His fingers flicked and gently massaged at my genitalia. I pulled his hands away right before I peaked and turned around close to his body. I looked deeply and passionately into his eyes and pressed my lips onto his. I kept staring into him as my hands wandered slowly down towards his penis, pausing at his hips, where I slowly rubbed my hands down to the inside of his thighs. He shivered a little and smiled. I held his penis firmly between my hands and rubbed it back and forth and back and forth until he stopped me. I felt him start to cum on my belly, but not quite.

His eyes glittered a bit before he moved in and we kissed fervently. My right leg swung over his hip and he caressed me with his entire manhood just shy of entering. I felt his bare head, a little bit wet, just about to enter and my breath failed me with anticipation. He picked up my other leg and wrapped them both around his body. He entered me hungrily as the water drenched us both and pushed my back up against the shower wall, thrusting vivaciously and breathing hard. The coarseness of his shaft nearly stole my breath and I moaned and gasped with every slight movement he made. My chest welled with anticipation. My hips tilted back and forth, wanting him more and more as he gently bit at the side of my neck, both of us grunting and moaning. Hours could have been minutes, and seconds could have been days. Time was inconsequential and unrelated to our love. I pulled him into me with my legs and gripped the sides of his chest with my hands. Heat grew in my body, and I could feel him start to flush and grow harder inside me. I released my legs and he began to stir himself inside of me again.

My heart pounded and raced and I couldn’t have stifled my bliss if I had wanted to. I cried out my delectation as I felt his satiny head grow hot and burst in me. My insides turned to liquid again. He pulled out and eased my legs back to the shower floor, gently massaging his hand between my legs. I felt his juices seep out of me as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth and he gripped my waist firmly and affectionately, holding me tight and close to him. “Marry me.” He said. “Be my wife.”

“Of course.” My eyes brewed with tears again, but happy this time. He loved me.

We spent the week together, celebrating my 21st birthday together. He bought me a stunning engagement ring that rivaled the beauty of the most gorgeous things in nature. We discussed our plans together. He wanted me to finish nursing school, and then go to live with him in Australia. We decided we could get married after he achieved his bachelor’s degree, he said that his parents knew, and that they would pay for everything.

His last night came too quickly, and the growing threat in my mind was that I was going to have to go home soon. The letter still sat in the pocket of that robe, and I knew exactly what I was going to do with it. I lay naked and awake next to Chase on the last night we had together, and I watched him sleep. The gentle rising and falling of his chest, his soft breathing, his warm heart beating fast after more than an hour of lovemaking. I slowly and quietly climbed out of bed and took the letter from the robe pocket and I slipped it into his carry-on bag. I wrote on the envelope “Do not read until the plane is in the air.”

I crawled back into bed and placed myself back in his arms and fell asleep.