Trying To Make Sense: His Response

Dear M,

Wow, it's great to get your letter. I've read it over a couple of times trying to think of what to say back to you and what not to say. When I read your letter again, it makes me want to not hold back.

It really is like I said that following morning. I'm not going to regret it at all. The last couple of years I feel like we have gotten closer than ever before, but I also feel like we have reached another level where, now that I'm older, we're also like good, adult friends. I hope you feel the same way.

So, when we have been spending the kind of time we have these past two times you've been to see me, I've started looking at things differently. The first time you came without Roy you seemed so relaxed. We talked about some dates I've had, and we talked about how things haven't been close with you and Roy for some time. I was surprised that you opened up to me about how it hadn't been physical with him in a while. I was surprised but I liked that you felt close enough and comfortable enough to share that.

After you left that time, I looked at you differently. You're very attractive, and like I had mentioned to you, you still have that feminine charm that can make a man really mesmerized when they are with you. You've taken care of yourself, and your body shows it. I think you know this.

When you got here the second time, you seemed ready to go out and have a good time. Honestly, you looked like you dressed to look great with the very fitting jeans and the thin white blouse. I liked the cleavage, and from dinner on, I could see the points at your blouse that made me think about whether your nipples were staying hard.

Yeah, I know you're going to probably flinch some at my sounding like that, but I'm going to take a chance and say that I think it's okay. I think that there's a part of you that likes---really likes---me going that far. If I'm wrong, you can tell me.

I remember your dancing with me. The slow songs, too. You didn't shy away, did you? You don't have to admit it, of course. I'm not asking for that. Also, I'm not going to put you on the spot about that night when I came into the room either. I mean, you probably just don't remember sliding over some so I could get into the bed with you. You never really tensed up very much as I rubbed your shoulders either. But, it's okay. It's just me, I guess.

I tried to take a sign from how you reacted to my holding you to me. I was already hard at that point, and I knew you could feel it against you. You sure didn't move away, but you did squirm some. Did you realize that? When you didn't move away and your hips squirmed with my hard cock against you, I decided right then I was going to fuck you.

I brought you over onto your back and you just laid back for me, didn't you? Did you think I wouldn't go through with it? My hand slipped up that night shirt easily, and you didn't try to stop me. Your breast felt so good---full and yet tender---and when I felt how hard and taut your nipple was I had to take it into my mouth. You seemed to relax for me even more then.

When you suddenly moved like you might get up, I didn't hesitate. I got on top of you. I was ready for you to tell me to move, and I was all ready with what I was going to say. But, I didn't have to, did I? You really surprised me. You put your hands on my chest as if you were going to say something, but the moment you felt me move your thighs further apart, it's like something clicked with you.

I reached to your legs and tilted them a little up to get you into position. Your hands didn't push at me to back me away, did they? No, they slid over my smooth skin to my shoulders and back, really just holding on, huh?

I smile even now, like I must have then, because I sensed that deep down this was what you wanted. Am I right? Here I was, in your bed and nude, and I was directly on top of you. I want you to tell me something, whether such a thing is ever going to happen again or not. You were ready for me to fuck you, weren't you? You wanted me to fuck you and you wanted it bad.

One thing we'll always share is that we did. I like that you still think about it. I bet you still want me to again, am I right?

Think all of this over, and we can talk about it some more. I'm going to come visit at the end of the month. Roy won't be there, and we can be alone. I won't if you don't want me to. But, I want you to think about it. And, I want you to tell me if you don't want me thinking that way. Somehow, I don't think you will.

Love,

S