ESCAPING THE PAST
BY CREASSYA
This takes place after Secrets. Chandler and Monica come across two kids who are apparently going through a rough time at home and possibly in trouble. While at a Strip Club with Joey, Chandler recognized the troubled teenager. She freaked out when she saw him and ran off the stage. Chandler and Joey waited outside for her. While talking her she saw someone and hid behind him. (NC-17) Intended for a (MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY)
"What's going on?" I whisper.
"Please. I can't let him find me."
"Who is that?" Joey asked.
"I'll explain later."
"Okay. We'll walk you to…"
"No, just hide me."
The two guys that she spots walking across the street laughing and talking glance at us for a second before going inside. The girl has her back to us facing the wall. When the coast is clear, she turns around with tears in her eyes.
"I think you should come with us."
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
"Doesn't look that way."
"You don't trust us?" Joey asked.
"Not really. I don't trust men."
"You have anywhere else to go?"
"Fine."
Once we're back at the apartment, she seems a little more relaxed.
"You want anything to drink?"
"Water's fine."
"Anything to eat?"
"No."
I bring her glass of water and sit on the table to face her.
"What's going on?"
"That guy is my stepfather."
"Why were you hiding from him?"
"He's a horrible person. I had to get out of there," She answers with tears in her eyes.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"It's just been my experience that when you tell people things, they don't always believe you."
"Did he abuse you?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay."
"Is this your place?"
"Yeah. I just moved in here with my girlfriend."
"So it's actually her place?"
"It's ours."
"It's nice."
"You can stay in the guestroom."
"Your girlfriend won't mind?"
"She's away for the weekend."
"Oh."
"Where have you been staying?"
"Wherever I can."
"Where's your mother?"
"You mean the woman who gave birth to me?"
"Yeah."
"I assume she's at her house with her good for nothing husband."
"I take it you two don't get along."
"We used to close until she got married. She started changing. Things really started going downhill when…"
Her voice trails off as she looks away from me. My heart is breaking for her. I don't know what to do or say. We sit in silence for a few seconds before the phone rings.
"Hello."
"Hi sweetie."
"Miss me?"
"Of course I miss you."
"What time are you coming home tomorrow?"
"Early. I'm not sure what time though."
"I find that hard to believe. You're usually on a schedule."
"I know. You'll see me when you see me."
"All right. Hurry back. I love you."
"I love you too."
"That's sweet," she says when I end my conversation with Monica.
"Thanks."
"Why didn't you tell her I was here?"
"I'll let her know when I see her."
"She won't like that I'm here."
"What makes you say that?"
"Just a hunch."
"Monica isn't like that. She's a really sweet person."
"We'll see."
When I wake up, I hear someone at the bedroom door. As I sit up, Monica walks in. She closes the door and sits her bag on the floor beside the bed. We smile at each other as she sits down beside me.
"Good morning." She says.
I pick her up and lay her on the bed. I slowly climb on top of her as she spreads her legs. I sink my mouth into hers slowly. She touches my face as I lift up her dress and slide her panties off. When I break the kiss to look at her, she smiles and slides my boxers down to my knees. Within seconds they're off.
"Welcome home," I say before slowly entering her.
I sigh in pleasure as Chandler begins to move inside me.
"I missed you," he whispers in my ear.
"I can see that," I say, while caressing his back.
He looks at me before giving me soft pecks on the mouth. When my hands reach his waist, he sinks his mouth into mine. I let a moan escape when he lifts my leg and goes deeper. I love when he does that. I get to feel all of him inside me. A minute later, he puts my leg back down before lifting the other one up. He feels so good that I want to cry. He removes his mouth from mine and I grab his hair when his places his mouth on my neck.
"I should go away more often," I whisper.
Chandler lifts his head up and smiles at me.
"Does it feel good?"
"You feel amazing," I say, touching his face.
I must have walked up and down this street a million times. When I made the decision to come to see David, I didn't think it would be this difficult. As I approach the steps, I force myself to go up and knock on his door this time. After knocking for nearly a minute, he comes to the door.
"Well, look who it is."
"Can I come in?"
"Why should I let you?"
"Please."
"That's better."
As I walk inside, I feel his eyes following me."
"What brings you here?"
"I left home."
"Well all right. It's about time," he says smiling.
He walks over to me and kisses me with such urgency and passion. Sometimes, actually all the time I wish he would handle me with care. He's never gentle with me. I never complain though. He's the only guy who loves me.
"You're looking good enough to eat," he says in between kisses.
"I try."
"So I hear that you got a job."
"Not anymore."
"So it wasn't last night that Mike saw you taking your clothes off?"
"I got fired."
"You got fired?"
"When I saw a guy who knows my stepfather I freaked out and ran off the stage."
"I wish I was there to see that," he says laughing.
"I'm glad my situation is amusing to you," I say angrily.
I walk past him and out the door. I take that back. He doesn't love me, nobody does. With nowhere else to go, I head back to Chandler's.
I squeeze Chandler's hands as they're laced through mine. When he notices that his thrust are becoming too fast, he slows down and lightly kisses me on the lips. Not long after, I climax. While his thrust remains slow, I can tell that he's about to climax soon. He releases his hands from mine and wraps his arms around me tightly. I do the same as he slowly moves inside me. As he whispers my name in my ear, I climax a second time. He rests his head against my neck while my hands are in his hair. I slowly run my fingers through his hair while my tongue explores his neck. As his moaning increases, he soon climaxes. He lays in my arms for a few seconds before either of us says anything.
"What a welcome home." I say.
"Was it good for you too?" He asks jokingly.
"I guess so."
He lifts his head up to look at me.
"You're just saying that because you want to go at it again."
"You're absolutely right. I can't seem to get enough of you."
"I figured as much. I hate to disappoint you honey, but I'm kinda tired right now."
"Okay. I'll let you off the hook this time, but I want some more tonight."
"If you insist," he says, giving me a kiss before getting up.
When we hear a knock on the door, I get off the bed, grab my panties, and put them back on.
"Chandler, you wrinkled my dress."
"Sorry," he says grinning.
He walks out of the room to answer the door after putting his clothes back on.
When I open the door, I'm surprised to see her standing there. She looks upset. I motion for her to come in.
"What time did you leave?"
"A little after four this morning."
"Why?"
Before she could answer, Monica walks out of the bedroom and stands frozen.
"You?" They say in unison.
I look from Monica to the girl and back.
"You two know each other?"
"That little boy at the mall…you're his sister right?"
"Yeah."
"What are you doing here?"
"She's the girl I told you about."
"The one you met at the coffeehouse?"
"Yeah. Joey and I…can I tell her?"
"Are you sure you wanna tell her where you saw me?"
"What's going on?"
"Joey and I went to a strip club last night and we saw her there…dancing."
Monica walks over and stands next to me.
"How old are you?"
"Do the two of you always ask the same questions?"
"Do you always avoid the answer?" I ask.
"I just turned seventeen, happy?"
"Why are you dancing?"
"Stripping. That's the word you really wanna use right?"
"Why..?"
"Because, I had to get out of that house. I needed easy money. You don't know what it's like living there."
"Where's your brother?"
"In that hell hole. When I get enough money, I can take him outta there and raise him myself."
"You don't have any relatives that can keep you?"
"No."
"I let her sleep in the guestroom last night but she left before you came home."
"You want anything to eat?" Monica offers."
"I don't have an appetite."
"You can stay here as long as you want."
"Thanks. Can I just go to my room?"
"Yeah," I answer.
After she walks into the room and closes the door, Monica and I look at each other.
"She's in some real trouble. This won't be easy," Monica says.
While sitting in the park, someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around slowly, expecting to see my stepfather. Instead it's Rick. My mouth drops open in shock. I stand up and we hug. We hold each other tightly for a few seconds before breaking the hug.
"I don't believe it."
"I know, me back in New York. Who would have thought?"
"When did you get back?"
"Two months ago."
"Two months ago?"
"Yeah. I moved back here."
"Really? That's great."
"It's good to see you."
"You too."
"Are you waiting for someone?"
"No. I just like to come out here to get away."
"Everything okay?"
"No."
"Your mother and stepfather right?"
"Right."
"Anything I can do?"
"Yeah. Can I keep you company?"
"Come on," he says, taking me by the hand.
When we arrive at his apartment, I sit on his couch and lay my head back.
"Can I get you anything?"
"Yeah. A new life."
"Is it that bad?" He asks sitting next to me.
"It's worst," I answer with tears in my eyes.
He touches my face and I close my eyes.
"I'm sorry to bum you out."
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine."
"Well, enough about me," I say opening my eyes. "What's going on with you?"
"It's not important right now."
"Why not?"
"We're talking about you."
"I'd rather not right now."
"Okay."
I lift my head off the back of the couch to look him in the eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. Years ago, he and I dated. We got along really well. He was my best friend. We didn't date that long because he and his family moved to Michigan. We knew that a long distance relationship wouldn't work out, being that we were so young. I'm not much older now, but circumstances forced me to mature faster. I hadn't realized how much I missed him until I saw him in the park.
After laughing and talking for hours, he cooked us something to eat. Soon after I ate, I drifted off the sleep. When I wake up, he's in his bedroom cleaning. I stand in the doorway until he notices me.
"Hey sleepy head."
"I didn't realize I was so tired."
"You're not leaving now are you?"
"That's up to you. If you have plans I could come back another time."
"Nonsense. I don't have a life," he says grinning.
I smile as I walk over to sit on his bed.
"Y'know…I thought about you all the time," he says with his back to me.
"I didn't realized how much I missed you until I saw you today."
He turns around and walks toward me. He kneels down in front of me and takes my hand in his.
"Why didn't you ever call me?"
"I thought it would be better if we didn't talk. I didn't think I would ever see you again. It would have been torture."
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I called you. I called every week for the first two months. Every time I called, you were either asleep or out."
"Who answered the phone?"
"Your stepfather."
"Just like I thought."
"Bastard."
"You got that right."
"I wish you could stay with me tonight."
"I can."
"Won't you get in trouble?"
"I moved out. I can do what I want."
I raise my hand to touch his beautiful face. We look into each other's eyes and instantly my heart begins to race. My eyes remain locked on him as he moves his hand and touches my face. His hand moves from my face to my neck, and then to my breasts. When he gently squeezes my breasts, I close my eyes. He slowly removes his hands from my breasts, slides them down toward my stomach, places his hands on my thighs, and spreads them apart. Seconds later, he leans in to kiss me. I melt at the touch of his lips and his tongue as he moves it gently against mine. I had forgotten how well he kissed. He then breaks the kiss to look at me.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you still a virgin?"
"No, why?"
"A guy should know that before having sex."
He gets up off his knees and stands in front of me. He takes me by the hand and pulls me to a standing position. Before I say anything, he gives me a soft peck on the mouth before picking me up. He walks over to the side of the bed and gently lays me on the pillow. I watch him as takes off his clothes. When he sees that I'm about to do the same, he stops me.
"I'll do it."
I lay here patiently while he strips down to his boxers. He stands there for a few seconds before slowly climbing on top of me. He stares into my eyes while caressing my hair. Although I'm really nervous about this, feeling his hands massaging my hair is beginning to relax me. As I close my eyes, he kisses me gently and sweetly. I find myself fully aroused at the feel of his lips, and his eyes focused on me. After kissing me for nearly ten minutes, he slowly begins to remove my clothes. While unbuttoning my shirt, he continues to give me soft pecks on the mouth. Once my shirt is unbuttoned, Rick starts from my neck and lowers his mouth to my breasts. He reaches around to my back and unhooks my bra. When I come out of my shirt, and bra, Rick takes off my Capri's and panties simultaneously. He touches my breast with one hand while sucking on the other breast. I spread my legs further apart when he flicks his tongue over the nipple. He removes his hand and does the same thing to my left breast. Right at this moment I'm eager for him to make love to me. If the foreplay feels this good, the sex is probably even better. Fifteen minutes later, when he realizes that I can't take anymore, he lifts his head up from between my legs. He slowly rises up until he's at eye level with me. Seconds later, he enters me.
The moment he begins to move, I wrap my arms around him and softly moan. He gently sucks on my neck while in motion. Already he feels like heaven. This is how lovemaking should be. Slow, sweet, meaningful, and special. I've never experienced this before. David never made love to me. He had sex with me, rough unenjoyable sex. Twenty minutes into making love, he stops for a minute.
"I don't see how I ever let you go."
"We're together now. That's all that matters."
"I don't wanna let you go this time."
"You don't have to," I say with tears in my eyes.
"Then I won't," he say, touching my face.
When he resumes moving, I close my eyes, letting the tears escape. He wraps his arms around me as I begin to sob quietly.
And hour later, the lovemaking comes to an end. He looks at me in awe, which I don't full understand.
"You okay?"
"I'm better than okay. I've never had it like that before."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Yeah," I answer with a smile.
He kisses me before getting off me to lie on his back. Together, we fall asleep content.
The next morning I get out of bed and go into the kitchen for a glass of water. While drinking my water, I happen upon some papers. One in particular catches my eye. It's a small card actually. It has pictures of missing kids on it. I don't know why I pick it up, but when I do, I nearly choke. I set the glass on the counter and cover my mouth with my hand. Tears immediately fill my eyes and run down my face….
Things go from bad to worst in….HAVE YOU SEEN ME?
BY CREASSYA
This takes place after Secrets. Chandler and Monica come across two kids who are apparently going through a rough time at home and possibly in trouble. While at a Strip Club with Joey, Chandler recognized the troubled teenager. She freaked out when she saw him and ran off the stage. Chandler and Joey waited outside for her. While talking her she saw someone and hid behind him. (NC-17) Intended for a (MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY)
"What's going on?" I whisper.
"Please. I can't let him find me."
"Who is that?" Joey asked.
"I'll explain later."
"Okay. We'll walk you to…"
"No, just hide me."
The two guys that she spots walking across the street laughing and talking glance at us for a second before going inside. The girl has her back to us facing the wall. When the coast is clear, she turns around with tears in her eyes.
"I think you should come with us."
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
"Doesn't look that way."
"You don't trust us?" Joey asked.
"Not really. I don't trust men."
"You have anywhere else to go?"
"Fine."
Once we're back at the apartment, she seems a little more relaxed.
"You want anything to drink?"
"Water's fine."
"Anything to eat?"
"No."
I bring her glass of water and sit on the table to face her.
"What's going on?"
"That guy is my stepfather."
"Why were you hiding from him?"
"He's a horrible person. I had to get out of there," She answers with tears in her eyes.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"It's just been my experience that when you tell people things, they don't always believe you."
"Did he abuse you?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay."
"Is this your place?"
"Yeah. I just moved in here with my girlfriend."
"So it's actually her place?"
"It's ours."
"It's nice."
"You can stay in the guestroom."
"Your girlfriend won't mind?"
"She's away for the weekend."
"Oh."
"Where have you been staying?"
"Wherever I can."
"Where's your mother?"
"You mean the woman who gave birth to me?"
"Yeah."
"I assume she's at her house with her good for nothing husband."
"I take it you two don't get along."
"We used to close until she got married. She started changing. Things really started going downhill when…"
Her voice trails off as she looks away from me. My heart is breaking for her. I don't know what to do or say. We sit in silence for a few seconds before the phone rings.
"Hello."
"Hi sweetie."
"Miss me?"
"Of course I miss you."
"What time are you coming home tomorrow?"
"Early. I'm not sure what time though."
"I find that hard to believe. You're usually on a schedule."
"I know. You'll see me when you see me."
"All right. Hurry back. I love you."
"I love you too."
"That's sweet," she says when I end my conversation with Monica.
"Thanks."
"Why didn't you tell her I was here?"
"I'll let her know when I see her."
"She won't like that I'm here."
"What makes you say that?"
"Just a hunch."
"Monica isn't like that. She's a really sweet person."
"We'll see."
When I wake up, I hear someone at the bedroom door. As I sit up, Monica walks in. She closes the door and sits her bag on the floor beside the bed. We smile at each other as she sits down beside me.
"Good morning." She says.
I pick her up and lay her on the bed. I slowly climb on top of her as she spreads her legs. I sink my mouth into hers slowly. She touches my face as I lift up her dress and slide her panties off. When I break the kiss to look at her, she smiles and slides my boxers down to my knees. Within seconds they're off.
"Welcome home," I say before slowly entering her.
I sigh in pleasure as Chandler begins to move inside me.
"I missed you," he whispers in my ear.
"I can see that," I say, while caressing his back.
He looks at me before giving me soft pecks on the mouth. When my hands reach his waist, he sinks his mouth into mine. I let a moan escape when he lifts my leg and goes deeper. I love when he does that. I get to feel all of him inside me. A minute later, he puts my leg back down before lifting the other one up. He feels so good that I want to cry. He removes his mouth from mine and I grab his hair when his places his mouth on my neck.
"I should go away more often," I whisper.
Chandler lifts his head up and smiles at me.
"Does it feel good?"
"You feel amazing," I say, touching his face.
I must have walked up and down this street a million times. When I made the decision to come to see David, I didn't think it would be this difficult. As I approach the steps, I force myself to go up and knock on his door this time. After knocking for nearly a minute, he comes to the door.
"Well, look who it is."
"Can I come in?"
"Why should I let you?"
"Please."
"That's better."
As I walk inside, I feel his eyes following me."
"What brings you here?"
"I left home."
"Well all right. It's about time," he says smiling.
He walks over to me and kisses me with such urgency and passion. Sometimes, actually all the time I wish he would handle me with care. He's never gentle with me. I never complain though. He's the only guy who loves me.
"You're looking good enough to eat," he says in between kisses.
"I try."
"So I hear that you got a job."
"Not anymore."
"So it wasn't last night that Mike saw you taking your clothes off?"
"I got fired."
"You got fired?"
"When I saw a guy who knows my stepfather I freaked out and ran off the stage."
"I wish I was there to see that," he says laughing.
"I'm glad my situation is amusing to you," I say angrily.
I walk past him and out the door. I take that back. He doesn't love me, nobody does. With nowhere else to go, I head back to Chandler's.
I squeeze Chandler's hands as they're laced through mine. When he notices that his thrust are becoming too fast, he slows down and lightly kisses me on the lips. Not long after, I climax. While his thrust remains slow, I can tell that he's about to climax soon. He releases his hands from mine and wraps his arms around me tightly. I do the same as he slowly moves inside me. As he whispers my name in my ear, I climax a second time. He rests his head against my neck while my hands are in his hair. I slowly run my fingers through his hair while my tongue explores his neck. As his moaning increases, he soon climaxes. He lays in my arms for a few seconds before either of us says anything.
"What a welcome home." I say.
"Was it good for you too?" He asks jokingly.
"I guess so."
He lifts his head up to look at me.
"You're just saying that because you want to go at it again."
"You're absolutely right. I can't seem to get enough of you."
"I figured as much. I hate to disappoint you honey, but I'm kinda tired right now."
"Okay. I'll let you off the hook this time, but I want some more tonight."
"If you insist," he says, giving me a kiss before getting up.
When we hear a knock on the door, I get off the bed, grab my panties, and put them back on.
"Chandler, you wrinkled my dress."
"Sorry," he says grinning.
He walks out of the room to answer the door after putting his clothes back on.
When I open the door, I'm surprised to see her standing there. She looks upset. I motion for her to come in.
"What time did you leave?"
"A little after four this morning."
"Why?"
Before she could answer, Monica walks out of the bedroom and stands frozen.
"You?" They say in unison.
I look from Monica to the girl and back.
"You two know each other?"
"That little boy at the mall…you're his sister right?"
"Yeah."
"What are you doing here?"
"She's the girl I told you about."
"The one you met at the coffeehouse?"
"Yeah. Joey and I…can I tell her?"
"Are you sure you wanna tell her where you saw me?"
"What's going on?"
"Joey and I went to a strip club last night and we saw her there…dancing."
Monica walks over and stands next to me.
"How old are you?"
"Do the two of you always ask the same questions?"
"Do you always avoid the answer?" I ask.
"I just turned seventeen, happy?"
"Why are you dancing?"
"Stripping. That's the word you really wanna use right?"
"Why..?"
"Because, I had to get out of that house. I needed easy money. You don't know what it's like living there."
"Where's your brother?"
"In that hell hole. When I get enough money, I can take him outta there and raise him myself."
"You don't have any relatives that can keep you?"
"No."
"I let her sleep in the guestroom last night but she left before you came home."
"You want anything to eat?" Monica offers."
"I don't have an appetite."
"You can stay here as long as you want."
"Thanks. Can I just go to my room?"
"Yeah," I answer.
After she walks into the room and closes the door, Monica and I look at each other.
"She's in some real trouble. This won't be easy," Monica says.
While sitting in the park, someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around slowly, expecting to see my stepfather. Instead it's Rick. My mouth drops open in shock. I stand up and we hug. We hold each other tightly for a few seconds before breaking the hug.
"I don't believe it."
"I know, me back in New York. Who would have thought?"
"When did you get back?"
"Two months ago."
"Two months ago?"
"Yeah. I moved back here."
"Really? That's great."
"It's good to see you."
"You too."
"Are you waiting for someone?"
"No. I just like to come out here to get away."
"Everything okay?"
"No."
"Your mother and stepfather right?"
"Right."
"Anything I can do?"
"Yeah. Can I keep you company?"
"Come on," he says, taking me by the hand.
When we arrive at his apartment, I sit on his couch and lay my head back.
"Can I get you anything?"
"Yeah. A new life."
"Is it that bad?" He asks sitting next to me.
"It's worst," I answer with tears in my eyes.
He touches my face and I close my eyes.
"I'm sorry to bum you out."
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine."
"Well, enough about me," I say opening my eyes. "What's going on with you?"
"It's not important right now."
"Why not?"
"We're talking about you."
"I'd rather not right now."
"Okay."
I lift my head off the back of the couch to look him in the eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. Years ago, he and I dated. We got along really well. He was my best friend. We didn't date that long because he and his family moved to Michigan. We knew that a long distance relationship wouldn't work out, being that we were so young. I'm not much older now, but circumstances forced me to mature faster. I hadn't realized how much I missed him until I saw him in the park.
After laughing and talking for hours, he cooked us something to eat. Soon after I ate, I drifted off the sleep. When I wake up, he's in his bedroom cleaning. I stand in the doorway until he notices me.
"Hey sleepy head."
"I didn't realize I was so tired."
"You're not leaving now are you?"
"That's up to you. If you have plans I could come back another time."
"Nonsense. I don't have a life," he says grinning.
I smile as I walk over to sit on his bed.
"Y'know…I thought about you all the time," he says with his back to me.
"I didn't realized how much I missed you until I saw you today."
He turns around and walks toward me. He kneels down in front of me and takes my hand in his.
"Why didn't you ever call me?"
"I thought it would be better if we didn't talk. I didn't think I would ever see you again. It would have been torture."
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I called you. I called every week for the first two months. Every time I called, you were either asleep or out."
"Who answered the phone?"
"Your stepfather."
"Just like I thought."
"Bastard."
"You got that right."
"I wish you could stay with me tonight."
"I can."
"Won't you get in trouble?"
"I moved out. I can do what I want."
I raise my hand to touch his beautiful face. We look into each other's eyes and instantly my heart begins to race. My eyes remain locked on him as he moves his hand and touches my face. His hand moves from my face to my neck, and then to my breasts. When he gently squeezes my breasts, I close my eyes. He slowly removes his hands from my breasts, slides them down toward my stomach, places his hands on my thighs, and spreads them apart. Seconds later, he leans in to kiss me. I melt at the touch of his lips and his tongue as he moves it gently against mine. I had forgotten how well he kissed. He then breaks the kiss to look at me.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you still a virgin?"
"No, why?"
"A guy should know that before having sex."
He gets up off his knees and stands in front of me. He takes me by the hand and pulls me to a standing position. Before I say anything, he gives me a soft peck on the mouth before picking me up. He walks over to the side of the bed and gently lays me on the pillow. I watch him as takes off his clothes. When he sees that I'm about to do the same, he stops me.
"I'll do it."
I lay here patiently while he strips down to his boxers. He stands there for a few seconds before slowly climbing on top of me. He stares into my eyes while caressing my hair. Although I'm really nervous about this, feeling his hands massaging my hair is beginning to relax me. As I close my eyes, he kisses me gently and sweetly. I find myself fully aroused at the feel of his lips, and his eyes focused on me. After kissing me for nearly ten minutes, he slowly begins to remove my clothes. While unbuttoning my shirt, he continues to give me soft pecks on the mouth. Once my shirt is unbuttoned, Rick starts from my neck and lowers his mouth to my breasts. He reaches around to my back and unhooks my bra. When I come out of my shirt, and bra, Rick takes off my Capri's and panties simultaneously. He touches my breast with one hand while sucking on the other breast. I spread my legs further apart when he flicks his tongue over the nipple. He removes his hand and does the same thing to my left breast. Right at this moment I'm eager for him to make love to me. If the foreplay feels this good, the sex is probably even better. Fifteen minutes later, when he realizes that I can't take anymore, he lifts his head up from between my legs. He slowly rises up until he's at eye level with me. Seconds later, he enters me.
The moment he begins to move, I wrap my arms around him and softly moan. He gently sucks on my neck while in motion. Already he feels like heaven. This is how lovemaking should be. Slow, sweet, meaningful, and special. I've never experienced this before. David never made love to me. He had sex with me, rough unenjoyable sex. Twenty minutes into making love, he stops for a minute.
"I don't see how I ever let you go."
"We're together now. That's all that matters."
"I don't wanna let you go this time."
"You don't have to," I say with tears in my eyes.
"Then I won't," he say, touching my face.
When he resumes moving, I close my eyes, letting the tears escape. He wraps his arms around me as I begin to sob quietly.
And hour later, the lovemaking comes to an end. He looks at me in awe, which I don't full understand.
"You okay?"
"I'm better than okay. I've never had it like that before."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Yeah," I answer with a smile.
He kisses me before getting off me to lie on his back. Together, we fall asleep content.
The next morning I get out of bed and go into the kitchen for a glass of water. While drinking my water, I happen upon some papers. One in particular catches my eye. It's a small card actually. It has pictures of missing kids on it. I don't know why I pick it up, but when I do, I nearly choke. I set the glass on the counter and cover my mouth with my hand. Tears immediately fill my eyes and run down my face….
Things go from bad to worst in….HAVE YOU SEEN ME?