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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Archive name: Goodbye.txt (mf)
Authors name: Damya
Story Title : "GOODBYE"
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The following story contains scenes of explicit sex. If
you're not old enough to be here, you're not old enough
to read it. Scram.)
================ Kristen's collection ================
They had been together for a year and a half, and
been quite happy during that time. They were a good
match in most respects and were attracted to each other
both sexually, emotionally, and intellectually.
But sometimes, these three things aren't enough
to make a relationship last, no matter how much two
people care for one another. Sometimes distance has a
way of changing things...
She was a year younger than him, and his equal
in every respect except for age. To be totally honest,
she loved him with all her heart. He was sweet, kind,
cute, good with children, funny, etc. etc. But since
he had gone off to an out-of-state college, things had
changed.
Yes, her feelings for him remained the same, but
circumstances were different. They couldn't talk on
the phone very often because of long-distance bills,
he didn't come home often, and she just didn't think
she was high on his list of priorities anymore. And
to top it all of, she was so lonely. She was beginning
to want someone else.
Some say if you really love someone, you can
tolerate anything to make it work. In some cases
that's true, but in others, it most definitely isn't.
She had always sworn to him and herself that she would
be honest and break things off if she ever had feelings
for another man. Well, as much as she loved her boy-
friend, she felt she needed someone WITH her, someone
who could physically be there, someone who made it
clear she was his priority. And those were the few
things her boyfriend COULDN'T give her. She vowed to
talk to him the next time they were together and set
things straight. Their relationship just wasn't good
for her anymore, and she didn't think it was good for
HIM, either. Breaking it off would be hard-especially
since they'd been together a year and a half... But
it would be the best thing for both of them, regardless
of how painful it would be initially. She knew there
was a part of her that would always love him, but they
had TRIED, and it just wasn't working anymore. Better
that they parted while they were still friends, rather
than waiting until disaster struck.
Friday came, and his parents were gone for the
weekend. He called her and asked if she would stay
with him at his folks' house. She said yes unhesitat-
ingly.
She picked him up from the train station. When
they first spotted each other, they hugged for what
seemed an eternity. He finally pulled back, and plac-
ing his hands on either side of her face, he looked at
her, memorizing her familiar features. He was glad to
be with her again.
On the drive back to his house, though, he
noticed she was unnaturally quiet. He kept asking her
what was wrong, but she kept answering that everything
was just fine. He knew she was lying, but much exper-
ience with her had taught him there was nothing he
could say or do to force it out of her until she was
good and ready. So he settled for saying nothing,
merely stroking his hand up and down her thigh absent-
mindedly.
They reached his house just as the sky was dark-
ening into inky twilight. He held her hand as they
walked up the steps. When she closed the door behind
her, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her in close to him. Before his mouth could
inch any nearer, she pushed him away, saying, "We need
to talk."
Surprised, but still unfazed, he nodded his head
in agreement and followed her into the living room. She
cleared her throat before settling down onto the couch.
He sat down beside her. She moved away a bit, his
proximity distracting her. He looked at her, puzzled
and a little hurt by her odd behavior. But still he
waited - the ball was in her court now.
Feeling her courage swiftly flee in the face of
his comfortable nearness, she plunged right in. She
spoke haltingly, but firmly, telling him of all her
feelings and thoughts of the recent months. She told
him of her loneliness, of her need for someone who
would be there literally at her side, of her love for
him, and her realization that they couldn't last any
longer. She could see by the expression on his face
that he didn't believe her-he thought she could never,
would never, leave him. She tried to convince him of
her seriousness, but though he attempted to believe
and accept her words, she knew him far too well to be
fooled. She sighed, unable to think of what she
should or could say to convince him of her seriousness.
Well, there was nothing else she could say.
When he reached his hands out to draw her near
him, she didn't resist. And when their bodies were
close, she kissed him, knowing this would be the last
time she would do it. Her mouth was warm and soft and
hungry against his. As always, the chemistry between
them was strong, and the fire quickly ignited. But
tonight they made love, their hands and mouths and
bodies tender and gentle. Before she knew it, he was
removing her clothes, one-by-one, and gazing down at
her with that combination of warm affection and hot
lust that always undid her. She arched her back,
crying out softly as his mouth closed around the peak
of her nipple.
It had been so long... Despite everything else
that HAD changed, THIS hadn't. Her hands threaded
through his hair as he gently suctioned her nipples.
And when her small hands pushed him onto his back on
the floor, before finding their way down to his hard-
ened cock, he uttered not a single protest. He throb-
bed under her touch. Groaning, he clasped her head to
him as her mouth enveloped his cock in its wet warmth,
sucking and stretching and licking him in that way only
HER mouth did. There would be time later to straighten
out this nonsense about her breaking up with him. For
the moment, his body had missed her touch too much.
He moaned hoarsely as she kissed his mouth and he
tasted his own juices.
Finally, when neither of them could wait any
longer, he slid into her tight, wet warmth, and began
to thrust. The pleasure was as sweet and unbearable
as it had always been, and very soon, he was climaxing
as he felt her pussy grip him in the middle of her own
climax. Exhausted, they pulled themselves up and
collapsed on his old bed. They talked and made love
through the night, stopping to eat and shower together
somewhere in that time. Very early morning found the
two lovers curled up against each other, though one
was awake.
She would have to leave him-there was no other
choice... But she loved him so much. Salty tears
slipped down her face and landed on his bare shoulders
as she leaned over him, taking in the details of his
peaceful form. Her lips were tender and loving as
they lingered on his mouth. But he remained sleepily
impervious to her tears, and when he woke later that
morning and found her gone, the tears had disappeared
as well.
He woke slowly, lazily, throwing out an arm to
clasp her to him. Finding nothing, he sat up and
looked over at her side, but she was gone. He called
out, checking the bathroom and the kitchen. But she
was gone. Finally he understood the enormity of what
she had tried to tell him the night before, and he
realized it really was over. Lonelier and emptier
than he could recall ever having been, he sat on his
bed, clutching the pillow she had slept on to his face,
trying to inhale her essence. If there had been an
observer, he/she would have found him in the same
position several hours later.
END
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