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Summary: Two desperate souls and two lost unforeseen persons. Neither ever planed their unexpected meet.But He has till dawn to convince her life's worth living for. Is she gonna listen to him?.......

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BITTER GLASS

by Sharon.

Chapter 02.

"Hm," she said as Nathan opened the Café door for her and they stepped out into the crisp night air. "Well," she said, "First things first."

The kiss was wholly unexpected, so much so that Nathan nearly stumbled back in shock. He did lean back a bit, but Haley just leaned in, and before he knew it, Nathan was pressing forward to meet her.

Girls had kissed him now and again. Quick, experimental kisses, but Nathan cherished every one. He had a mental scrapbook of each tender touch, soft lips, a brush of eyelashes, a silky cheek, even a quick tongue. None of those kisses, however, had been anything like this. He'd never imagined, in fact, that a kiss could be like this.

Haley's mouth opened as the kiss deepened, and he tasted the cool of her tongue, still sweet and bitter from the ice cream and coffee. She caressed his lips and the roof of his mouth. By the time she parted from him, he was breathing hard and his cock was back to making an embarrassing bulge in his pants.

"Did you taste the garlic?" she asked, a question so far from what was on his mind that he blinked at her for several seconds before remembering what she'd said at dinner.

Pasta with garlic. Right.

"Haley," he said huskily, "you could eat Limburger cheese and I'd brave it for another kiss like that."

She smiled and took his arm. They started down the sidewalk, passing under trees and streetlamps. The night was filled with sounds: Car doors slamming, groups and couples chattering as they waited for lights to change. Behind windows folk in coffeehouses and bars laughed and conversed.

All alive and living, Nathan thought.

"What's wrong?" Haley asked, and he felt her hand on his arm, pressing through his jacket. "You were looking happy…. Now you look sick."

"Oh. I just..... Whenever I'm among people like this, I always feel separate. I wonder how it must feel to be in rather than out….. With them rather than apart."

"I can understand that." Haley nodded. "It's like stepping out of a house. You can gaze in through all the open doors and windows; watch the folk inside sleeping, eating, bickering and having sex. But you can't feel any of it."

Nathan shook his head. "No. That's not how it is for me. I'm inside the house, but I'm bound and gagged. I want to participate, I know what I'd say and do if I could. I can even imagine how it would feel. But I can't do it. I'm restrained. Vicarious living is all I'm allowed."

"That sounds worse," Haley reflected.

"No, it's not." He ventured a touch on her hand. Her skin was cold and he rubbed it, trying to warm it. "At least I know what I want."

Abruptly, she stopped. "Look," she said and pointed. Nathan blinked up. Across the street was a bowling alley.

"Take me bowling," Haley said. "I think I'd like that for my last night on earth."

Her words were like a stab through the throat. Nathan had forgotten that this was all going to end. Permanently!. It was an odd thought for him as he often brooded on the girls he'd dated, and how they'd moved on. They'd brushed Nathan from their minds like erased e-mail, and were now living with real boyfriends or starting families or making inroads on their chosen careers.

Haley wasn't going to be doing any of that. However good or ill this date went, tomorrow she would be gone from the world.

Somehow that disturbed him more than if she were to forget him and live on.

"Bowling," he echoed. "All right."

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It was Nathan's third gutter ball.

"I suck at this," he said, watching the ball roll pathetically to vanish behind the mocking pins.

Haley laughed. "Hell yes, you are buddy. You are totally playing with bowling champ."

"Or really?..... Well then it's not totally fair then." Nathan said, pouting his lips like a preschool kid.

"Oh come on……Let me show you," she said, hefting and handing him a new ball.

She slipped around behind him. Out of her heeled boots, and wearing the rented shoes she was a few inches shorter than him. Her breasts pressed up below his shoulder blades, and he felt her breath at the nape of his neck. The hairs there lifted, his cock stirred. Damn!

Her hand took him by the wrist. "Keep your arm curved," she instructed, drawing it back. Leaning them forward, they bent like dancers and her subtle body almost spooned him.

"Now step forward and release…" she instructed.

Were they still talking bowling? Nathan wondered, even as he did as she said. The ball left his hand, spinning and spinning down the lane to strike the pins. It didn't hit dead on, but it got about a third of them.

Haley applauded goofily as Nathan straightened up, and grinned goofily as well.

"You're fun to teach," Haley observed, brushing dark brown curls behind her ears. The amethysts earrings sparkled. "Is this your first time bowling?"

Nathan flushed. "It might as well be. I remember coming here as a kid. But I don't remember anyone helping me to keep the ball from falling into the gutter……. That's a first for me."

They went a few more rounds. Haley was far superior at the game as she said. When she sent the ball flying, it usually smashed most if not all the pins. She didn't, however, seem to care. Her expression remained bland and disinterested except when it was Nathan's turn. Then she grew moderately involved, squeezing his shoulder when he succeeded, urging him to try again when he fouled.

Afterward, they went to the bar next-door for a drink.

"Why bowling?" Nathan finally asked her. He just desperately wanted to ask that 'particular' question.

"It was something I remembered enjoying that I haven't done in a while. I thought I might be able to recapture the thrill."

"You sure recalled the moves," he sipped at his Sunburst. "Did it excite you?"

She drank her Midnight Martini. "It excited me to watch you. Seeing you, I remembered what it was like when it was still an effort and every strike mattered. You helped me to re-experience the exhilaration."

"I'm glad."

"How old are you?" she asked him. "And do you live here? And what do you do?"

"I'm twenty-two," he said, "Almost twenty-three. I was born and raised here in Tree Hill, and I'm in grad school. I've been studying environmental law."

"Is that your passion?"

"I guess." He shrugged. "I like it because it reminds me that we can have an effect on the world. Environmental laws are written up because even small changes in an eco-system can alter it profoundly. One section of the food chain goes missing and it all falls apart. Everything has some significance, some connection. This means we can make a difference, no matter."

"It's good to have a passion," Haley said quietly, and there it was again, that look of respect…..For him.

"I'm twenty-four," she went on, "And I was...well, I've been all sorts of things. Sales clerk, barista, dog walker. I've dressed runway models in Europe, dealt cards in Vegas casinos. I did staging for a rock band in Denmark, and worked on a movie set in Tokyo."

Nathan was frankly intimidated. All that at the tender age of twenty-four?. Talk about living life to the fullest.

"Sounds like you've done a lot."

The deep blue eyes dropped. "A lot, yeah. Been from Alaska to Australia. Tried just about everything and anything I wanted to try."

"I wish to God I'd had the courage to try just one thing I've wanted to try," Nathan said bitterly.

"Don't envy me," she said ironically, and took another gulp of her drink. "Given how you found me, I'm the last person you should want to be."

He blushed. "I'm sorry. I'm not envious exactly. It's just that what you said makes me...see now how little I have to offer you. I'm pretty embarrassed by what I said about granting a last wish. What could I possibly give you that you haven't already had?"

Haley eyed him thoughtfully. "That's the question, isn't it?..... Come on," she said abruptly.

He followed her out, taking her arm as they headed down the street. For a moment he feared that she'd taken what he'd just said to heart and was going back to the bridge. Then she turned them and brought them into an old, Victorian hotel.

Nathan checked his step as Haley led them through the chandelier-lit lobby.

"Wait here," she said, bringing out a small wallet from a hidden pocket in her skirt.

Holy Fucking God!

"Haley……" he hesitated, licking his lips. "You're not thinking…….."

"You're granting my last wish, Nate," she reminded him. "Stay here."

He tried to protest, but she went up to the font desk, leaving him there, twisting his hands.

Twenty minutes later she dragged him into the elevator and up to the fourth floor. With a swipe of a keycard, she opened up a room for them. It was small with an antique desk, floral print walls, and a king-sized brass bed. Nathan's stomach went sick as he shut the door behind them.

The alarm bells were screaming in his head again.

After a quick inspection of the room, Haley came to stand before him, hands on her hips. She looked very smug. "A proper date should lead up to this, don't you think?"

Nathan swallowed hard and tried to keep his gaze steady. If ever there was a time to look someone in the eye, it was now.

"Haley...I've never done this."

"I figured," she said, slipping off her tiny blue colour Coat. "Lucky for you, I have. I've been meaning to ask," she added, sitting down on the layers of comforters that softened the bed, and casually removing her boots. "What was wrong with all those girls? The ones you dated? You're a very very nice looking guy. You've got a killer smile and the manners of a prince. You're not obnoxious or stupid. And yea, totally an 'eye candy'……. So, why no second dates?"

He flushed to the roots of his raven colour hair and found his eyes dropping. Fair question. Answering, however, was about as easy as lancing a boil.

"There was nothing wrong with them," he blurted before his inhibitions could stop him. "It's me. I suffer from chronic shyness. I know that sounds stupid, like something a little kid would have. But it's a real and it's debilitating. There are clinics for it, and biological causes and even medications. Most people think it's nothing and you should just get over it. Yeah, right. Years of damage to your ego and self-esteem isn't something you just get over."

Nathan heard the roughness of his voice, the hurt. Was that really him saying all that aloud?

"There were no second dates," he finished up, "because I couldn't open myself up to those girls. And what little I was able to give them...bored them. A person as shy as me...is pretty dull."

Tentatively, he glanced up at Haley. She'd removed her stockings and was now lying, barelegged on the bed. Her hair fell about her shoulders, framing her angelic heart-shaped face. She wasn't smiling, nor was she eyeing him with pity, which would have been worse.

"The reason you're able to say such things to me," she said gently, "and do things you've never been able to do with other girls is because I'm already dead to you. That's really why you asked me out, isn't it? We give pieces of ourselves to others and hope they care enough to treasure them. If they don't, it's painful. As if they'd left that piece in the attic to rot."

She smiled at him affectionately. "With me, you don't have to worry about that. I won't be wandering around carrying a piece of you with me. I'll be gone, and that piece will be back in your possession."

Nathan felt the blood drain right out of his face. He had to remind himself that Haley didn't know everything. There was another side to that bridge. But she did have one thing uncannily right. Usually, opening himself up on a date had been about as easy as taking a scalpel and slicing into his own belly. Not so with Haley. He felt he could rip into his guts and hand her his beating heart like an Aztec sacrifice.

And the reason he could do that as she'd said was, because she was as good as dead to him. That made him want to hand pieces of himself to her, not because he thought he'd get them back, but because he wanted to bring her back to life.

"Haley," he said now, "I'll do whatever you want to do. I said as much when we started. And anything you want to know about me, I'll tell you. What I like, what scares me, what I know and don't know, every embarrassing secret I've got, if you're at all interested. Every last piece of me is yours. I don't even care why you might want it, or if I'm going to get anything in return. But if I could be granted any wish tonight...well, I'd like, I'd really like to do more than just...amuse you."

She pushed up and off the bed. She looked troubled by what he'd said, shaken. "This isn't about amusing me, Nathan. That never entered my mind." She stepped up to him, brushing at the lapels of his jacket. "Take off your clothes and let me show you what it's all about."

He did as she asked, removing jacket, shoes and socks, sweater and shirt, and finally his jeans. Standing before her in his briefs, however, he hesitated.

Did she like the way he looked? Those broad shoulders, and the hairless muscular chest, did that please her? His muscles weren't well developed like a bodybuilder, but they were perfectly defined. Was that good enough for her? And what would she think, this worldly woman, of what he had below?

She didn't ask him to expose that last part of himself. Instead she said, "Why don't you undress me?"

His pulse picked up and he felt faint.

She turned, letting him see the zipper on her skirt. He pulled it open, feeling wonderfully intimate. This was the sort of thing men did for their girlfriends.

The skirt parted and slipped off those hips. A pair of black lacy panties came into view. Nathan had half expected a thong, but these were better. He stared in awe at the curve of Haley's ass under that pretty lace.

Nathan's gaze trailed down her slender legs and back up again. It was absurd, he thought. His stiff cock was already dotting his shorts with precum. God, She wasn't even naked and he was ready to ejaculate.

He wondered if she'd leave in disgust if he fell at her feet and started weeping in gratitude.

God Nathan, try to be half a man for just once in your life!... He thought fiercely.

"Take off my shirt?" Haley softly directed him.

He licked dry lips and took the bold move of brushing his hands down over the cashmere material, over shoulders, breasts. He felt nipples poke up through the fabric, there under his palms. His penis quivered.

Forcing his hands to continue, he unbuttoned her shirt one by one and took it off roughly. God, Her skin was silky smooth!... Finally her black colour bra appeared a match for the underwear. Underarms with their own warm aroma. They'd been shaved smoothly. He liked that.

Nathan found himself leaning in. Before he even knew what he was doing his lips were kissing her flesh. He then gently undid her amethysts earrings and took each of her earlobes in to his mouth, soothing them by his tongue. His hands found her shoulders and he trailed his lips to her neck. He breathed her in, kissed and licked and nipped everywhere. Then he took little bites of those alluring earlobes again, loving how those were turned into bright red colour.

He tangled his hands in her beautiful, sweet-scented hair and stroked down her back. The straps of the bra slipped off her shoulders and he reached around to unhook it. He fumbled only a little.

Another breath of wonder. He'd gotten as many peeks as other guys at naked girls: a friend's sister seen through a crack in a bedroom door, a neighbor woman nude sunbathing in her backyard. Porn on the internet, of course, as well as movies. But it wasn't the same as having a woman's breasts in his hands.

They had weight and seashell pink areolas. The nipples were hard and excited. He'd always read about pinching a woman's nipples, but he found that what intoxicated him was pressing his palms against them, feeling them harden against the center of his hand.

Haley's fingers were in his hair, encouraging him. Nathan flicked his tongue over a nipple and she drew in a breath. That hint of excitement made his balls tighten up. He put his mouth to her tit. She arched in his hands as he swirled his tongue over one nipple, then the other before trailing under the breasts. He'd been tasted salt and Haley…..she tasted like beautiful clean flavors as river water.

Up he came to set his teeth gently about a nipple. His tongue flicked at the center of that nub as he lightly scraped his teeth over it. He got a moan, so he did the same to the other nipple.

A moan and a shiver this time, which forced him to come up for air.

He was doing it. Doing it well, too. She wasn't laughing.

Was she wet?

Before he could kneel to find out, Haley sunk down before him to tug at his briefs. Nathan had enough presence of mind to thank every divine power that he'd taken a shower and put on clean underwear before he'd left home this evening. Still the briefs clung to him and he smelled his own musk. He felt like a pig compared to Haley's sweetness.

She got the back part down first. The feel of her hands on his ass, stroking and squeezing, made him choke. Then she pulled at the front of the elastic band. His huge cock sprang right out and up steadily. It slapped up against his belly. The head was red and flared.

"I think you need some relief," she observed, pulling off his briefs. Her eyes were level with his glistening cock-head.

"Go slow……." he tried to advice. Too late. He'd been trying to catch and steady his breath. He lost it as Haley's silky lips went over his cock.

Her head dipped and those beautiful hands of hers gripped his shaft. They stroked and twisted over his stem even as her tongue swirled agonizingly over his slit.

His knees almost gave way. "Jesus, oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus………." he moaned.

The hands went to his sack to roll his balls, and that hot, little tongue lapped down one side and other of his shaft. Nathan had to grab hold of her head just too keep his balance.

His hips gyrated as she tickled his sensitive seam, sending up little flickers to his already purple head. His balls felt like rocks and his cock had turned to burning stone. He was going to shoot off like a rocket.

"Haley, Hales...gonnacum," he had no idea if he was coherent, or if she heard him. He did his best, because it seemed ungentlemanly, it seemed rude to cum without warning. "Gonna cum, baby. gonaa……….."

She took his cock all the way into her hot mouth and then deeper into her throat, and Nathan lost all sense; his hips jerked wildly and suddenly he was shooting off his load. Waves crashed within his groin, swirling up through his chest, drowning him deep beneath dark, welcoming waters as they rose above his head.

When next he surfaced he was gasping for air. Sweat bathed his body.

"Damn!" Haley remarked. She was still on the floor before him, wiping at her mouth. "I know I'm pretty good but I've never gotten that kind of reaction."

Nathan blinked back tears. He swallowed, and tried to stop shaking. His cock was softening at last, but it still seemed to be vibrating.

Reaching down he offered Haley a hand up. It was that or collapse like a kid into her arms.

She accepted his help, rising to smile at him. He brought her hand to his lips and planted kisses on up her arm, over that fine, glimmering down.

"I want to……." he tried to say, still breathing hard, "I want……."

"We're not done," she assured him, and drew him to the bed. She lay down on it. "Now, what is it you want to do?"

Sitting down beside her, he stoked a trembling hand over her body. After a while he felt calm again, brave enough to kiss her breasts and lick on down to her navel. He gave that part of her lingering attention, exploring her hips and pelvis. She smelled warm and fragrant, utterly desirable.

Finally he touched the inner thighs, felt a dampness there that made his flaccid cock want to come back to life.

Her wet perfume brought saliva to his mouth. Nathan couldn't help but bring his fingers into his mouth and tasted. Mmmmm……yum!

Swallowing hard, he reverently tugged at the panties. They were like gossamer, rolling down to almost nothing he got them off her legs.

It was no wonder that women could scare the shit out of men like him, Nathan thought. They were a terrifying mix of otherworldly power and delicacy. Haley held his body helplessly in lust, so much so that she could fairly enslave him. At the same time, her garments, her intoxicating perfume, her slender shape, made him feel heavy and gross, as if he was going to break or sully her.

To Be Continued!........