They ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms that night after she blew him on the hotel bed. She awoke the next morning and found herself exactly how she was when she fell asleep—tucked neatly in James nook. They both slept so peacefully that neither of them moved. She didn’t dare move because she knew once he awoke then he’d have to leave. He’d surely have a family waiting to see him. The thought made her sad but she was happy they finally had a full night together, after six months of patrol car back seats and blankets on the ground in the woods.
“Rachel?” he wasn’t whispering but his voice was a bit horse. “I’m awake,” she said, rolling out of his nook onto her back. “Thank you for last night. I had a wonderful time,” she said, rolling to the edge of the bed and sitting up, looking around the small room for her uniform. She could hear he was moving now too and the sight of him getting dressed to leave depressed her too much so she didn’t turn around. After a few seconds James sat down beside her. He was still completely naked, his face had a light gray stubble and his arm and chest were imprinted with her hand and ear where she had been lying on him.
She looked up into his thoughtful blue eyes and began to well up. She didn’t want him to see her cry but she couldn’t look away, his gaze was so caring and deep she felt drawn to stay. He immediately kneeled down in front of her, between her legs, and held her hands. “Tell me,” he said, rubbing her hands with his.
She looked at him for a minute and decided she needed to be honest. “I know you have to stop seeing me,” she sobbed lightly but with great pain, which James felt and hated. “Why do you think that?” He asked, now wiping her face with his hands. She turned her chin to her shoulder to keep his hand pressed to her face. She felt so safe under his touch. “I know this just started because of how I behaved that night when you found me in the orchard,” she wiped her face and took a breath. “I know I kind of drug you into this and I realize you probably have a family and you can’t keep seeing… some waitress.” She couldn’t bear to look at him. She didn’t want him to have to give any speech or make himself uncomfortable. She understood his situation and she just wanted him to be happy.
He put his hands on her thighs. “I do have a family,” he said, rubbing her legs. “But I’m not married anymore.” Her heart may have stopped for a minute. She didn’t want to look hopeful yet so she looked up at him expressionless, motionless, waiting for any saving details. “I’ve been single for two years now. I’m divorced. I have two grown children, one in college and the other just graduated.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. James wasn’t married. Thinking it was too good to be true, without being able to stop herself she said, “do you have a girlfriend?” He took his hands off her thighs and got up and sat next to her on the bed again. She loved watching him move, especially when he was naked. His body showed age, some lines here and there, but he was fit and strong, his arms were thick with muscle and life experience. He was tall, broad shoulders and a muscular and thick build. He was absolute perfection to her. Guys her own age were guys and James was a man.
Here’s where he delivers the bad news, she thought. “Do you want me to have a girlfriend?” he asked, his voice was still and low. She wasn’t sure she understood the question. Her head began to spin a little. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I’m a little dizzy.” He turned to turn and immediately picked her up and placed her in the center of the bed and pull the sheet over her naked body. “Can I get you water?” he asked, adjusting her pillow for her and she took it all in. She didn’t want to play any games. She needed to tell this man how she felt.
“I want to be your girlfriend,” she said, and his eyes darted to meet hers. They locked eyes and it was silent for a few moments before she continued. “I know we don’t talk about this stuff. I know. But I always assumed you had a wife and I was just… you know, the waitress you were fucking. But now,” she could feel her eyes widen with excitement at the idea of this coming true. “Now I know you don’t because you just said you don’t and I have to do this or I will never forgive myself. I have to tell you.” She didn’t know if she was crying because her face was numb and her heart was racing. “The last six months with you were the best of my life and I know that sounds cheesy because it kind of is but you know what? Now I know how it feels to mean something that cheesy. And I know I’m younger and you know, you’re basically a Greek God and probably have women on you left and right but,” she just shook her head for a moment before wiping her cheeks, “but I think I am falling in love with you James and I want to be your girlfriend for more than a couple hours a week.” She was glad she said it because she wanted him to know, as soon as he told her not to call the guy from the diner. That moment she thought there may have been a real chance.
“Rachel,” James’ eyes were wide as he gently climbed on top of her and leaned her back in the bed while holding his own body just a few inches from hers. “I never asked you to be my girlfriend because I thought I was just some young girls badge fetish or something,” he kissed her cheek and then her neck. “I hoped it wasn’t that but look at you,” he looked at her entire face as he spoke, “you’re so beautiful and funny and kind.” He kissed her deeply on the lips before continuing, “I thought you liked the patrol car so I never took you home but every night that I went home, I fell asleep imagining what it would be like to have you in my bed, in my home, in my life.” He kissed her again and slid his tongue under hers, softly and subtly, letting her top lip fall on top of his. “When I offered the motel you seemed relieved so I figured you had a boyfriend at home,” he kissed her cheek then looked her in the eyes. “Rachel you are in my mind and on my heart all of the time.” Her ears and hair were wet with tears. She began to cry so deeply that she couldn’t see through her tears. James put his arms under her and rolled them over, so she was lying on top of him and he was hugging her. “I thought this was the end, us spending this night together,” she said, trying to regain some composure as to not embarrass herself for crying so much. “Can we start here?” James said, wiping her cheek then leaning down to kiss her neck. The smell of his skin next to her face was starting to make her tingle.
“Rachel,” James said, kissing his way down her neck to her breasts. “Come to my house tonight for dinner and sleep with me in my bed.” She dropped her thighs open and turned her head to find his lips. She nudged his legs with her own and kissed him with so much passion she felt him grow against her thigh. “I need to feel you inside of me right now,” she whispered in between passionate kissing. James lifted his hips and put his throbbing member into Rachel’s very wet, very excited pussy. He fucked her slowly and deeply and flipped them over so he was on top again. She dug her heels into his lower back, her legs wrapped completely around his body as he slowly pulled himself all the way out and then slowly put himself all the way back into her. She moaned and her body was so sensitive that each time he pulled away from her lips to kiss her neck, it felt so good that she had to stop thinking about what was going on for fear of coming too soon. After thirty minutes of passionately making out and having deeply intimate sex, Rachel whispered to James, “I need to come. Can I come?” He’d had sex with his ex-wife maybe five times in ten years and it was missionary with the lights off, no talking and no kissing on the lips. And now he had a beautiful twenty-four year old underneath him, begging him to let her come. He kissed her on the mouth and said, “I love feeling you come on me.” Rachel was overwhelmed that her crush and fuck buddy was interested in her and that he wanted her, too. And now she was about to have the most intense orgasm of her life. “I’m going to come,” she whispered to him. She knew that every time she had told James she was going to have an orgasm that he got very turned on and he, too, would orgasm. He kissed her neck and when he leaned down, a drop of his sweat rolled onto her cheek and she started coming. She lifted her hips slightly and thrust against James’ body, his rock hard penis pushed all the way inside of her. She kept clenching down on it and she orgasmed and right when she was about to finish, James exhaled a winded “Rachel…” before she felt his cock begin to pulsate inside her wet hole, filling her with his massive morning load. He rolled off of her and she dropped her thighs and reached down between her legs to feel his seed ooze from her wetness. “My favorite color is red,” he said, catching his breath. “That’s something a girlfriend should know.”
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