A Lifetime Romance Pt. 01

Meanwhile Janey was in the grip of some kind of nuclear orgasm. She was bucking all over the bed, shrieking, gasping and panting beneath me, while her pussy convulsed with spasms of ecstasy and she wildly clawed my back. Her contractions and rapturous shaking went on for several minutes.

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I came the second he entered me. I have never had that happen before in my extensive, sexual experience. The little part of me that was still rational whispered that it was the connection, not the lust.

But frankly the reasons were secondary to the sense of completeness that I felt as he slid up into me, and the sense of loss that I felt as he withdrew. My pussy clamped on him and didn't want to let him go and then I came again, a little bit harder.

Oddly, I could hear a woman moaning loudly in the background but all I could think about was how to get him further into me. I wanted him to be so totally a part of me, deep inside where I could hold him and love him, with every ounce of my soul.

I felt conscious control slipping, my hips were bucking and spasming as if they belonged to somebody else and I could feel my huge butt muscles clenching and unclenching like a berserk machine.

I was making so much noise telling him to fuck me that the little old lady in my head, who I have always suspected was my mother, tut-tutted about my forthcoming walk of shame in front of the whole marina. I didn't care. I was lost in feeling him move inside me and I wanted him to know that I was his forever.

I wanted it to never stop. But stop it did and in an unquestionably remarkable fashion. I could feel a contraction coming from a galaxy long-ago and far-far-away. When it arrived I totally blew up, like the death-star.

All rational thought ceased while my psyche processed the sheer, raw sensation. It was so profound that could feel the contradiction of teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, while throwing myself around underneath him at the same time.

If the sensation of coming had lasted a few more seconds I would have actually passed out. But luckily things peaked just as I was slipping away and I was left doing the ardent deep breathing that I do after I have finished a particularly intensive physical dance routine. I knew that I was totally, completely and unequivocally HIS.

~

Both of us took our time coming back. Her legs were flat on the bed and I was on my elbows between them trying not to crush her. Her pillow tits were squashed between us and I had shrunk out of her. I rolled off and lay next to her listening to her breathe.

I flipped suddenly over onto my side and said "you meant that right? You're mine, my woman?" She looked at me like she couldn't believe how stupid men could be and said, "No I say that to everybody I fuck."

My heart sank. She laughed. "For such a smart guy you are incredibly dense when it comes to women."

My heart did an elaborate, guitar smashing final riff, tore off its shirt and leapt joyously into the arms of the waiting crowd. We got cleaned up as best we could. All of our stuff was more-or-less trashed getting from the quarterdeck to the bed and so we tucked in things and made out way back to the car.

I wanted to talk but I wanted to do it once we had put ourselves back together. So I dropped her at her place. We didn't say much in between.

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The concept of floating on air when you are in love is such a sad cliché. But there is no other way to describe how I felt. That afternoon was joyous in many ways. But it was existential as well. I had found a soul mate.

I know that is another hellish cliché but there is also no other way to describe it. I knew from this point forward that there was nobody I wanted to be with and nobody I wanted to talk to. I wanted to wake up next to him in the morning and go to sleep next to him at night. I wanted to share all of his happiness and sorrows. I wanted him to love me when he wanted me; and I wanted to be his wife.

That presented a problem of course. Besides being devilishly good-looking I knew that he was a major player in the single scene and I can imagine he had a lot of older and more sophisticated women throwing themselves at him.

And here I was a 23 year old girl who was so much over her head with a man like that that I shouldn't presume that he would even come back to my place tonight. It was devastating to think, "Was this afternoon all there would be?"

I had to find out where I stood with him and I couldn't tolerate waiting.

Even though I am not the son that my daddy really wanted I can "face things like a man." So I made a pact with myself that I was going to find out for certain whether we had a future together by the end of this night.

I have had a lot of men in my past. And I know that when it comes to commitment it is a huge tactical error to be direct with them. But I loved him too much and I couldn't bear the pain of not knowing.

So I decided it would be better to straightaway pick up the pieces than to torture myself waiting and hoping.

~

I went around to my place to change into a shirt and tie. I was thinking maybe Fogo would be the right restaurant to sort this thing out. I drove up in the Bentley but this time I parked and rang the buzzer. A disembodied voice from the speaker said, "Come up the door's open."

I walked up the mahogany steps which were surprisingly upscale and expensive for a student apartment, knocked on the only door up there opened it and went in. The apartment was a good 2,000 square feet of exposed brick, indoor landscaping and wall to ceiling windows.

She was sitting there on a big leather couch in a short Peacock Alley robe looking elegant and self possessed, with her incredible dancer's legs folded neatly under her. "Nonplussed" doesn't describe the look on my face.

She said, "Grab a drink and sit down. We need to talk." My heart sank. Shit! She had thought it over and come to her senses.

Her apartment was not exactly what you would think of when you think of a 23 year old single college girl's place.

It was all tasteful natural wood and glass and chrome décor; minimalist, with very expensive but comfortable furniture real art on the walls and Brubeck playing softly in the background from invisible speakers. The rug on the floor alone must have set her back ten or fifteen thousand and there were what appeared to be authentic Joan Miros hanging on the walls.

Dreading the conversation to come I walked over to her built in bar thinking, "what kind of 23 year old girl builds a full bar into her apartment?" and poured myself a generous helping of Redbreast thinking, "What kind of 23 year old girl keeps vintage unblended Irish whiskey in her BAR?"

I found a nice comfortable "sit up straight" chair, which was designed for people over the age of thirty. I balanced my drink on my knee and waited for the inevitable torpedo to hit me right, smack dab in my heart.

She started out with, "you can see that I don't need any man's money to support myself, right?"

I looked around her place and nodded sadly.

"And you have probably noticed over the past three days that I do not lack for male interest and attention."

I did everything but dissolve into a pea-green puddle of jealousy right at her feet.

"So we have to come to an understanding here and now."

I sighed, HERE IT COMES!!

"I have dated many men and fucked a few of them right here in this place."

I thought, "Jesus Christ lady!! Would you stop rubbing it in and get on with it!!"

She hesitated and looked at me with fiery intensity, like she was rolling the dice with EVERYTHING riding on that one throw.

Then she almost whispered, "But I have never come close to feeling what I felt with you today. So if I MARRY you I want you to understand that I am committing myself to you totally and exclusively out of my own free will for the rest of my life. If you cannot make the same commitment I want you to walk out that door and never come back."

PARDON ME? Did I hear her right? Did this magnificent creature just use the words "commitment" "marriage" and "me", in the same sentence!!??? My brain exploded!

Here I was hoping that I might be allowed to woo her in some exclusive fashion, with the long-term prospect of her MAYBE finding me acceptable enough to consider POSSIBLY partnering with me at some indeterminate time in the future.

And she was sitting there as regal as the Queen of England, proposing marriage right here and now - to ME!

There has never been a time in my life that I have EVER believed in a higher power as much as I did at that second.

Back on the boat, I had admitted to myself that she was the only person in the world for me, EVER!

She must have come to the same conclusion, without me spending an infinite amount of time and money selling her on it. But no mortal female would have acted on that decision without a lot of beating around the bush and loads of games.

Instead, this superb woman was just cutting directly to the chase for both of us. I thought to myself, "My God what strength, what a superb human being!!"

She looked a little concerned, maybe because it was hard for me to hide the storm of emotion that was sweeping over me.

I said as calmly as possible, "Make no mistake. I know that you are the only person in the world for me. I have probably known that from the second I laid eyes on you. As far as I'm concerned any time we waste before we formalize our commitment is lost time. The one thing I pledge to you is that you will never regret that you gave yourself to me."

The look that spread across her face was relief tinged with sheer joy. Needless to say we didn't get to the restaurant that night.

We were married before the end of that year.

I would have eloped on the spot if that is what it took. But she is from important society folks and she had an entire entourage of relatives to satisfy. So we had to endure the gauntlet of well-wishers.

My parents are both dead and I come from a small blue collar family anyhow. They would not have been comfortable in a place like this, even if they could afford to come. So I had nobody sitting on my side in the cavernous Cathedral of Saints Peter and Paul in Philly except a couple of my business associates and unbelievably most of the seminar students.

She had parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts and half a battalion of campus friends including the Greek god Adonis himself. He looked sad. TOUGH!!